Healed to Love

1

"God I cannot wait until the weekend." Serena throws the charts on the counter and lays her head down.

"You and me both." I say just as drained.

"We should go out Friday. With Trish and Simon of course."

"Sure."

"Hey what do you think of Caleb?"

"Other than him being a complete asshole? He's pretty hot." I agree.

I rub my temples, trying to alleviate the pounding headache. Spending five hours in surgery was amazing, don't get me wrong, but the aftermath was absolutely awful. At least I only had three hours left before jumping into bed. Being an intern wasn't easy with its forty-eight hour shifts, and the unexpected calls to the O.R. But the adrenaline of it all kept us going.

"So, how was your craniotomy?"

"It was exciting. Well, at least for me." I mumble as the five hour long surgery resurfaces.

"I still can't believe they let you scrub in."

"Jealous?" I tease my friend as she rolls her eyes.

"No. But it's so obvious that he favors you."

"Serena, green is totally not a good color on you." I stick my tongue out as she flicks me off. "Any who, I have to get these reports done." Turning back to what I was initially working on, she lays her head down again and I have no doubt she's drifted off.

Four hours later, I find myself in the comfort of my bed, snuggled in under the covers. Sleep hits me as soon as my head hits the pillow. The few hours of rest slip right away as soon as the aggravating beeping of my pager awakes me. Damn thing. I groan while letting the cold air embrace my bare legs when stepping from under the covers. Throwing on clothes, I make it down the two-story house I share with my fellow interns.

It seems as if every one got the page since we're all hustling and bustling around the house.

"It must be serious if they need all of us." Simon mumbles half asleep as he walks out of the bathroom half naked.

"First of all, put some clothes on, and no duh." Trish sasses back.

"Where's Serena?" I inquire whilst grabbing a piece of toast.

"She was on call last night."

That's right. She never left the hospital after I did. "Well, come on you two." I chastise them from taking their sweet time.

Even at this early hour, the hospital is alive with commotion. We make our way to the pit, where the ambulances are all pulling up and bodies are carried in with stretchers. Serena is already down there with her hands full, moving from stiches to prepping patients for the O.R.

"Henson, Owens, Morrison, why the hell are you just standing there? Do you not see the dozens of people being wheeled in??" Our resident shouts at us from the entrance.

Scrambling quicker than mice from a cat, we each tend to the patients being wheeled in. "What happened?" I ask Serena as we stand together, stitching someone's leg.

"Major wreck on the interstate. There were like twenty cars involved."

I wince at the thought. Stitches were the least of our worries - I just got that.

"Henson, come here!" Dr. Chandler calls me over.

"Yes, doctor?"

"I need you to run the rounds of the patients who have arrived. Give me a count." My resident doesn't even give me a second glance as she hurries off to instruct some other interns.