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Staring at the sun, it's brilliance so bright, A mesmerizing wight, filling hearts with delight. But remember, my friend, protect your eyes, For it's radiance can be blinding, a risky prize. Enjoy its beauty, but keep yourself wise.
Amory sat next to George as he read his father's chart. He had been admitted the previous night, so the blonde had spent the night at the hospital to keep her friend company.
"Today is the day, people." Meredith entered the room with all the other interns. "Today is the day dark-and-twisty Meredith disappears forever and bright-and-shiny Meredith takes her case."
"Mer," Amory whispered in a warning, but she wasn't heard.
"You're probably not gonna want to be friends with me anymore because the sheer intensity of my happiness is going to make your teeth hurt. Except for Amory, she likes happy. But that's okay because life is good." She put her bag in her locker.
"Meredith." The blonde called out again, making the dirty blonde turn around.
"What's going on?"
"George's dad was admitted last night." Izzie voiced, George slightly flinching at her words. Amory squeezed his arm in comfort, looking up at Meredith.
"Oh, my God." She gasped and stepped forward to place a hand on George's shoulder. "Is he okay?"
"Oh, he's fine," George mumbled, flipping through another page in the chart. Amory sighed, hating how he was just trying to act like it wasn't a big deal.
"He passed out and fractured his clavicle," Amory explained. George tiredly looked at her. "Callie checked it out and said it would be fine, though."
George nodded, giving her a soft smile. "Callie said he's fine. So... he's fine."
"Are those his AM labs?" Meredith asked, Alex nodded crossing his arms.
"He's complaining of severe abdominal pain," Cristina said. She opened her locker to grab a granola bar, continuing to update them. "He doesn't have any peritoneal signs, so that's good."
All six of their heads snapped up when Dr. Bailey entered the locker room, her voice worried as she looked around. "Has anyone seen-"Her eyes landed on George, reading his father's chart, which is what she was looking for.
Her face soon became unimpressed, George scrambling to make up an excuse. "I was just looking at it." He defended, passing the chart back to their resident.
"Don't you think me reading it is more important than you reading it?" Bailey asked, already flipping through it. She gave George a worried look when he stood up.
"Sure, fine." He nodded with a bit of spite in his voice. He turned to his friends and headed to his locker. "He's gonna be fine."
Bailey rolled her eyes a bit but let the tone of his voice go. "You're on scut today. You'll be distracted." She informed him, raising a brow as he turned around with a slightly offended look on his face.
