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When I find myself in times of trouble, "Let It Be" plays like a soothing bubble. For in those lyrics, a message so true, To embrace acceptance, and let things accrue. So let it be, my friend, and let peace ensue.
As George and Amory walked to the hospital, the girl drinking a coffee and the boy with a bagel in hand, they chatted.
"Oh, and don't forget about our lunch date tomorrow, George." The girl pressed a kiss to his lips, grabbing his arm. Suddenly, a bird pooped on the boy's bagel.
"Oh, crap." He dropped it on the ground and the girl let out a chuckle. "This is not funny."
As they started to walk away, a man fell right behind them, in the exact place they had been. Amory jumped and squealed quietly, the boy putting a protective arm around her.
After calling 911 and riding the ambulance to the hospital, Amory told their resident about the cast. "Window washer, fell from the fifth floor, obvious open tib rib fracture but, otherwise, he's okay."
"Equal breath sounds, after a five-story fall he's got equal breath sounds. Unbelievable! Amy, do you wanna hear?" He squealed, speaking very quickly.
"I believe you, George." She chuckled as she palpated the man's abdomen and Cristina entered the room.
"You fell from the sky— five stories— and you only injured your leg," George told the patient.
"George," Cristina warned.
"No. Don't George me. A few seconds earlier he would have landed on me, or Amy."
"True..." Amory admitted. "Roll him on three, please?" She asked the nurses. "One, two, three."
As they examined the man's back, they found he squashed pigeon in his back. George's eyes widened. "My life was saved by that pigeon!"
"Let's get some X-rays and after, you might want to get in there and look for the rest of... tweety," Bailey instructed. "Amory, Dr. Shepherd asked for you."
"Which one?" She asked, taking her gloves off.
"Montgomery-Shepherd."
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"My mother died of it. My aunt. My cousin—she's 37— has ovarian cancer, all of them." Sav ranted to her husband, Addison, and Amory in a conference room. Sav had tested positive for the ovarian and breast cancer gene. It was kind of haunting her, knowing she most likely would get it as well. And Sav had no intention of getting it either, she wanted Addison to remove her uterus and find her a surgeon to cut off her breasts. But she was having a hard time getting her husband, Weiss, to approve of the surgery. Amory watched the couple, disapproving of the man's controlling nature.
"But you don't." He instantly disagreed. "You don't have cancer! This is crazy, Savvy."
