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Break on through to the other side, Where possibilities and dreams reside. Embrace the unknown, let your spirit soar, Break free from limits, forever wanting more. With courage and strength, you'll find what you're searching for.
The nurses at Seattle Grace Hospital were protesting. They had formed a picket line in front of the hospital and held various signs. The recent change in work hours had caused unhappiness and problems among the nurses. Instead of getting paid more for working more, their wages state the same as before. Ten days ago, they had informed the Chief that they would go on strike. That day had finally come. George, Izzie, and Amory were standing at the end of the picket line, watching the protest. They didn't know what to do.
"What do you think they're going to do if we try and enter? They look pissed off and ready to throw tomatoes at the main act." Amory said to her two roommates standing next to her. Meredith hadn't gone with them, since she wanted to visit her mother.
"Can't. Can't cross the picket line. I can't." George stuttered as he looked at the crowd of angry nurses.
"I don't like it either, George, but what choice do we have? Oaky. You took an oath to heal! You're a healer!" Izzie chimed in, her eyes wide at the sight of the signs and yelling.
"Dad's a truck driver. Mom's a teacher. The evening news show me crossing the picket line... they'll outlive me just to pee on my grave." Izzie and Amory gave George a weird look. He says the weirdest things when he's nervous or scared—in this way, it was both. Amory loved it when he got all flustered like this, it was one of the things that first attracted her to him.
"Look, George, you have responsibilities. So get a grip and walk through there like a man." Amory tried to encourage him, but he shook his head.
Cristina walked up to them and threw her arms over Amory and George's shoulders. The latter quickly pushed Crisitna's arm away. "Has there been any blood yet? I hear they brought in scab nurses."
"I think the nurses know that we are on their side." Izzie tried to think on the positive side with a smile. However, right after she uttered that sentence, they heard someone yell. "Don't cross the line'. "Don't they?"
"I'm not so sure," Amory said as she fidgeted with the sleeve of her black leather jacket.
"Well, we're doctors. We have sick patients inside. I mean, we have surgeries." Cristina said, being the surgery-hungry person that she was.
"Okay... then you go first," Izzie replied and pointed at the path in front of them. She took a step to the side to make place for Cristina to walk through and face the crowd of angry nurses.
"Screw it." She headed toward the line with confidence. The confidence she had quickly faded when food was thrown at her. "Yeah, doing my job! Doing my job!" Cristina eventually made it to the front door. The other three were quite shocked.
