Charlie Miller and Derek Shepherd are both neurosurgeons with massive egos, they constantly clash and argue in and out of the OR. The tension between them is very strong and disruptive for themselves and everyone around them. What happens when they...
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I get up from the floor slowly. Confused at what had just happened. It takes me a few moments to compose myself. I take a deep breath and shake my head, in an attempt to brush it off.
Oh fuck my head really hurts.
I must have banged it against the wall.
I blink a few times to stop my vision from blurring.
Shit.
Work.
I check my pockets quickly.
Oh thank god.
I had already grabbed my car keys and pager.
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When I get to the hospital I go straight to the attendings lounge and go to my locker. I open it and pull out my scrubs and a long sleeve t-shirt to put underneather it and place it on the bench below my locker.
I rip my clothes off of my body and screw them up and shove them back in the locker in place of where my scrubs were before. I glance at the mirror in the inside of the door and notice a big hand shaped red mark on my left arm.
Shaking my head, I put on my t-shirt, scrubs and white coat and walk out the room and towards the surgery board.
Thank god Ihave nothing until 10:00am.
I quickly check my watch.
9:13am
When I look back up I see Dr Shepherd walking towards me. I roll my eyes as he stops in front of me.
"Did you sleep in?" He asks smirkly at me.
"No, I've been here for ages." I lie.
"Sure." He says nodding his head not sounding remotely convinced."Well whilst you were sleeping I had the best surgery ever."
I stare at him, blinking at him a few times waiting for him to continue.
"Don't you just love that feeling of adrenaline after a big successful surgery? Oh wait you haven't had one in a while, have you?" He says mockingly.
I scoff, "Whatever, I have one in 45 minutes and I can guarantee I will be able to do it quicker and better than you. So have fun..."I scan my eyes over the OR board, "doing nothing." I finished before turning away and patting him on the shoulder.
As I walk past him I can't help but be in engulfed by his aftershave.
God dammit, why does it smell so good.
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10:00am
As I scrub in, I let the cold water cover my wrists and hands over and over again. I find the cleanliness of the whole process very comforting. After finishing scrubbing in, I take a second to calm my nerves and to remember that I deserve to be here.
