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Yesterday, all my trouble seemed so far away, But today, with you by my side, they fade away. Through laughter and tears, we'll make memories anew, Yesterday may be gone, but our friendship will always stay true.
It had been two weeks since the bombing incident. Amory had to have her arm put back in place and wear a sling but she just got it off that day. She leaned against the lockers next to George, who had been matching Meredith for some time now. The dorty blonde had been silent and not moving with a troubled look on her face.
What's with her?" Amory asked.
"No idea." George shook his head. "How's your arm?"
"Feeling free." She sarcastically smiled. George just shot her a look that told her he wanted a real answer. "I'm fine, George. Stop worrying about me."
"I worry about you. I'll always worry about you."
Cristina entered the locker room and pushed past both of them urgently walking toward Meredith. "You know, he's acting like I committed a crime–like my apartment is full of stolen goods." She ranted as she dumped her bag into her locker. "He's acting like I kept my apartment to hide stolen goods so I can do illegal transplants for money!"
"Are you sure he's just not acting like you lied about moving in?" Meredith fussed, raising a brow.
Cristina turned her head to Amory, who shrugged and shook her head. "Okay, what's wrong with you?" The brunette asked.
Meredith looked back at her, looking disturbed. "My mommy's a filthy whore."
The interns go still and stare at each other.
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Bailey's interns were standing in a patient's room with Burke. The patient was a middle-aged, Chuck Eaton. Amory stood in the back, listening to Meredith as she fiddled with the sleeve of her white doctor's coat. "Chuck Eaton. 54. Has stage 3B non-small cell lung cancer with possible invasion of the pleura. And a history of C.O.P.D. He's had extensive chemo-radiotherapy with minimal regression of the tumor. He's been admitted for radical and block resection."
"I was a smoker," Chuck said, his voice raspy and dry. "The, uh, oncologist... he explained that I have a 25% chance of surviving the, uh, surgery." He explained. Amory wasn't really focused on the conversation. She was more focused on the pain in her left shoulder. Maybe it was too early to get the sling removed. But she had taken her pain meds that morning, George always made sure she took her meds. He didn't want her to be in pain while she was trying to take away other people's pain. Amory placed her hand on the shoulder blade, feeling a sting of pain.
When Amory's focus was back on the patient, it was already time to leave again. The group of interns exited the hospital room on their way to another one. Meredith, Cristina, Alex, and Amory were walking in a group while George and Izzie were trailing behind them. "Hey, you okay?" Alex turned to the redhead walking next to him.
