Every Story Has An End

Chapter one

"Only six women out of twenty." Meredtith complained as she hurried to get her stuff ready for the day. That was the amount of women compared to men in this year's group of surgical interns at Seattle Grace. When people think of doctors, they think of men. Like women aren't smart enough to become doctors. Devyn and the five other women in this room today were there to prove them wrong. Prove everyone wrong. 

Devyn watched as Meredith rushed to pull her hair up while most people were walking out of the door to start their shift in the hospital.

Rule number one: Don't be late on your first day

Meredith had already broken that rule.

"Yeah, don't get me started." Devyn rolled her eyes as she pulled her scrub top over her head. She made sure to grab everything she needed for her first shift of literal hell. She knew well of what intern year would entail. Devyn came from a very long line of prideful surgeons, she knew more about the surgical world than she knew about anything else.

Devyn shrugged on her white coat and pulled her ebony black, curly hair from underneath it. She grabbed the hair tie from her right wrist and began tying her curls back into a low ponytail, her black hair reaching slightly further than the bottom of her shoulder blades.

"I hear one of them's a model. Seriously, like that's going to help with the whole respect thing." Christina added as she put her scrubs on. She didn't seem to care if the model in question heard her or not.

"Yeah, I bet the money was nice, though." Devyn shrugged, grabbing her stethoscope and putting it in her white coat pocket.

Rule number two: Never wear your stethoscope around your neck near a patient.

"Devyn, right?" Meredtith motioned to the woman next to her as she slid on her tennis shoes. The first shift was always the hardest of them all. Between learning where everything is, trying not to kill anyone or make a fool of yourself, and actually trying to learn something, you didn't have the time to be in pain because you don't have good shoes. Interns don't have time for pain.

"Yeah, which resident did you get assigned to? I got Bailey." Devyn talked distractedly as she finally closed her locker. Going off her mental checklist she made in her head on the way to the hospital, she knew she had everything she needed for the day.

"The nazi?" Christina asked.

"Yeah, me too." Meredith nodded.

"You got the Nazi? So did I. At least we'll be tortured together, right? I'm George O'Malley, uh, we met at the mixer, you had a black dress with a slit up the side, strappy sandals..." A man named George began to ramble to Meredith, who looked anything but pleased. It was pitiful, really.

"George." Devyn cut him off with a shake of her head trying to get him to stop talking.

Finally, realization kicked in, "Now you think I'm gay." He internally scolded himself.

"Uh huh." Christina laughed as her and Meredith began walking away from the man they now thought was gay.

"I'm not gay. It's just -"

"George, stop talking. You're digging yourself into a bigger hole." She spoke with a soft kindness to her. Kindness, he would be forever grateful for.

"Harlow, O'Malley, Yang, Grey, Stevens," a man shouted out into the chaotic locker room. The group began walking towards the door.

"What's your name?" George asked the woman who had stopped him from making the moment even more embarrassing.

"Devyn Harlow." She introduced herself as she followed after Christina and Meredith, who had gotten directions to their resident from the man shouting out names. Now with all of the awkward formalities out of the way, she began the hike up the surgical hierarchy.