Greys anatomy (& Private Practice) women x reader oneshots

⚠️Is it a rash? (Amezona)

⚠️TW- self harm

Sorry I've not been updating consistently - life is hectic, I won't bore you with details lol.

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You're an intern at Grey Sloan. Your resident is Meredith Grey (aka. Medusa) and your friends are Jo Wilson and Stephanie Edwards.

You were running late to work this morning because you overslept. You had a rough night last night. Your patient died yesterday and it ruined your mood. Not that you'd been very happy lately anyway. But it sent you over the edge. You did what you hadn't done since med school. You de-bladed your razor. Then you slid the sharp piece of metal down your arms. Lightly at first. Then deeper gashes, speeding up as you did it. You were letting out your frustrations. It was almost nostalgic, like a comforting feeling. It was a little less fun when you had to start stitching up your own arm, still at least your sutures were improving.

Now you had to pay the price. You had to wear a long sleeve t-shirt underneath your scrubs in the scorching heat, alongside the hospitals crappy air conditioning. Fun!

You practically ran to the intern locker room when you finally got there, only to be stopped in your tracks by Dr Grey.

"Dr Y/n!" She shouted after you.

You turned around slowly.

"Yes Dr Grey?..." you said, innocently.

"You're late." She said.

"I'm sorry Dr Grey - I didn't anticipate the roadworks outside my apartment and I-" you started to lie.

"Don't let it happen again." She cut you off.

"Right. Sorry."

"You're on peds today. Meet Dr Robbins in the NICU." She said.

You nodded.

"Now!" She gestured for you to get a move on.

You didn't need to be told twice. You dashed towards the locker room and got changed. Then you ran down to the NICU.

"Ah! You must be my intern." Dr Robbins greeted you.

"Yes. I'm Dr Y/n." You said.

"I hope you don't mind me saying but you're a little sweaty... here." She handed you a tissue to wipe the sweat off your forehead.

Of course you were sweating. The heat was unbearable, you were wearing a long sleeve t shirt under your scrubs, and you'd just ran the entire length of the hospital to get to the NICU on time.

"Thanks."

"Odd choice to wear a long sleeve in this heat." She laughed, making polite conversation as you walked down the hallway.

"Yeah." You replied.

"Was it a fashion choice or are you just oblivious to the heatwave?" She smiled.

"You think I look fashionable?" You smirked.

"Duh. Sweaty couture." She laughed.

"Yeah well I didn't shave my arms so underneath is wolverine couture... wore a long sleeve as to not scare the kids!" You joked with her.

You were honestly surprised at how easy it was to talk to her, given the fact that you were just an intern and she was an attending.

After you'd finished rounds, she let you go get lunch, promising to page you as soon as a new case comes in.