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ACT ONE. infection! CHAPTER i. ❛ INFECTION.❜
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SOMETIMES, Sydney wondered if she should've just stayed in New York. Maybe then she wouldn't be here, walking into her hospital amongst her new coworkers.
Now, don't get her wrong. Sydney, as opposed to her fellow residents, didn't really have an issue with the Mercy Westers. Not a big one, anyway.
In fact, they didn't seem all too bad. Egotistical and incompetent? To be honest, yes. But none of the Seattle Grace residents could judge others on ego, that's hypocrisy.
"They're wearing orange?" Lexie turned her nose up at the scattered residents infiltrating the familiar sea of blue. "What, ours aren't good enough?"
Sydney hummed. "Probably a supply issue," That was a reasonable answer. "There's like...tons of them."
And there was.
"Okay, well, it's orange." The brunette refuted.
She clicked her tongue, shrugging one shoulder. Not like they could do anything now. Not anymore.
Sydney absentmindedly skimmed over the logistics in her mind. 18 new residents, plus 12 from Seattle Grace—a class of 30, not bad. But when it came down to it, she thought about specialties and boards, and was soon about three thoughts away from a panic attack.
