𝜗𝜚˚⋆⭒˚｡⋆ in which aliya levine begins her third year of surgical residency with a particular green eyed rich boy, overbearing parents taunting her all the way from malibu, an ex who refuses to leave her alone, a chaotic best friend and a pair of t...
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chapter two━...ready for it? season six, episode ~
❝ all i can smell is beer and regret. ❞
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It was a well known throughout the hospital that the two doctors, Aliya Levine and Alex Karev, got along like a house on fire. Or, you could say a hospital on fire. Even in their first year at Seattle Grace (intern year, otherwise known as the year of alcohol consumption, sleep deprivation, a syphilis outbreak and McNicknames), when Alex was a complete jackass to everyone, except her.
When all the other interns in their class thought he was the worst human to have ever spawned on Earth, or in this case the worst surgeon to have ever spawned on the surgical floor, Aliya knew he wasn't all that bad. He had the tendency to be the complete opposite of the villain everyone enjoyed painting him out to be.
Because, how could the worst person on Earth also be the person who cared for Aliya the most out of anyone in the world? And, the person who seemed to single handedly make up for the years Aliya spent believing nobody was fighting in her corner.
Which was why, for the past three nights, they had been going to Joe's bar, drinking beers and playing darts surprising well given their drunken circumstances. Though, Aliya had been stealthily switching out Alex's beers to non-alcoholic ones when Alex had gone past his limit, which was pathetically low — the man had the worst alcohol tolerance.
Her plan for this week had been to let Alex wallow in the form of pretending the dart board was Izzie's face, and drinking away the pain in an unhealthy kind of way, before coaxing him back to reality with episodes of Desperate Housewives to give him the push he needed to get him out of the rut. And realise he deserved so much better than the woman who left him when things got hard.
All while Aliya would stay completely sober, ensuring her plan would go smoothly.
It was the perfect strategy.
However, the previous night, Aliya had royally screwed herself over by forgetting her master plan by taking a sip of a beer after an extremely long day.
It was the merger's fault.
It was Mark's fault.
And, Joe's free pity tequila that followed.
Which was why she was staring at the back of Alex's head where he had passed out on her rug at eight o'clock in the morning on an unassuming Thursday, with her phone jammed against her ear and listening to the person on the other end of the line.
