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The car lurched to a stop outside the hospital, pulling Blake from her thoughts. As interns piled out, George's voice rose above traffic, his frustration crackling like static in the air.
"You don't understand," he sputtered, flailing his arms in a melodramatic display. "Me gonads, you ovaries."
Blake rolled her eyes. This was a daily ritual, a litany of supposed injustices that peppered their mornings. She yearned for the comfort of silence, a moment to mentally prepare for the chaos that awaited them within the hospital walls.
Pushing open the car door, she stepped out, the damp air clinging to her skin like a second layer of clothes. Her boots sank into a puddle disguised by the fading darkness, a cold shock that jolted her awake. A shiver ran down her spine.
"Oh, thank God you brought that up!" Blake's voice cut through his tirade, a touch of amusement lacing her words. She hefted her bag onto her shoulder. "I nearly forgot we're out of tampons."
George sputtered, momentarily thrown off track. He scrambled to catch up, his frustration morphing into a flustered defensiveness. "You two are parading through the bathroom in your underwear when I'm naked in the shower," he ranted, oblivious to the shift in topic.
Blake couldn't help but smirk. George was about as subtle as a sledgehammer. "Can you add it to your list please?" Izzie chimed in, her voice laced with practiced patience.
