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Six days a week, work and strive, But on the seventh, let's come alive. With friends and fun, we'll make memories, Let loose, enjoy, and feel the breeze. Six days of hustle, one day of ease.
The four female interns leaned against the nurses' station as they all stared in the same direction. Meredith's father was talking on the phone – presumably his wife or daughter. They watched as Thatcher paced up and down the waiting room, talking and stammering.
"How am I related to that man?" Meredith questioned. "I mean, look at him. He's a mess." They watched as Thatcher swung his arm a little too grandly and spilled the coffee he was holding in that hand. "I mean, he's a disaster. A stammering, mumbling, clumsy disaster with whom I have absolutely nothing in common. Not one thing."
The other three girls shared a look, Amory letting a smile slip onto her face. "I hate to break this to you, Mer – "
"What?"
"The nervous talking thing you do... you're actually a lot like him." Amory shrugged.
"You do your own share of stammering." Cristina agreed.
"Yeah, it's actually a lot like him." Izzie backed them up.
"No, it's not!" She adamantly shook her head.
"Plus, that messy thing," Cristina added.
"You're the messy one," Meredith argued back.
"No, no, no. My apartment is messy, my locker's messy, but I am not messy." Cristina defended, and Amory nodded in agreement. "Sometimes you have like... food and stuff In your hair."
"Band-Aids on your face," Izzie added before squinting at the dirty blonde. "I can still kind of see that indentation from that nose strip you were wearing last night..."
"You." Meredith turned to Cristina. "Are in a relationship with no words. And you..." She looked at Izzie. "You are a millionaire in 20-dollar shoes." She snapped before turning to Amory. "And you..."
"Me...?" Amory mocked, waiting for an answer.
Meredith clapped her hands together and pointed at her as if knowing an answer to a game show question. "You have Sloan pining for you!"
Amory was actually taken aback by that. "I'm sorry – what?" She stammered, blinking at the three who agreed with Meredith.
"You're the only intern that he has ever requested on his service." Izzie pointed out.
"And you don't have to pick up his dry cleaning." The former model added. "Or coffee... or lunch..."
"We are friends," Amory claimed.
The three other interns glanced at each other and shrugged. "Sure." Amory truly had no idea what they were talking about. Little did she know...
