Pulse | Grey's Anatomy

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s1 ep2
a hard day's night

jordyn walked confidently into the intern locker room, her dark brown hair secured in a low bun, as her slit right eyebrow raised, her eyes taking in the frantic interns before her. she walked slowly to the middle of the room, finding an empty locker and throwing her bag in before changing into her scrubs.

"only seven women out of twenty," a girl says from behind her, peaking jordyn's interest as she turned around, leaning against the locker with her arms folded.

"yeah. i hear one of them's a model," another girl said as she shoved her bag into her locker. "seriously, that's gonna help with the respect thing?"

"you're christina, right?" the blonde one asked, standing up as more names were called out by one of the residents.

"which resident are you assigned to?" christina asked, "i got bailey."

"the nazi? me, too."

"you got the nazi? so did i. at least we'll be tortured together, right?" a cheery guy spoke up from the opposite side of the room, his demeanour putting a small smile on jordyn's face as she watched the interaction unfold. "i'm george... o'malley. uh, we met at the mixer. you had on a black dress with a slit up the side, strappy sandals and... now you think i'm gay."

christina just walked away while the blonde giggled slightly as george protested to the fact he was gay. "it's just that you were... you were very unforgettable."

"o'malley, yang, hayes, grey, stevens."

jordyn pushed herself off the locker, following the others out as their names were called, walking slowly behind christina. "that's the nazi?" christina asked.

"i thought the nazi would be a guy," george observed.

"i thought the nazi would be... a nazi."

"yeah... someone definitely didn't think that nickname through," jordyn added, electing a few hums of agreement from the others.

"maybe it's professional jealousy. maybe she's brilliant and they call her the nazi because they're jealous. maybe she's nice," a perky blonde said as she appeared from behind them, overtaking christina as she walked towards dr. bailey.

"let me guess. you're the model," christina deadpanned.

"i can see why," jordyn muttered, a small smirk on her face as she studied the woman.

"hi, i'm isobel stevens, but everyone calls me izzie," the blonde model held out her hand to dr. bailey who looked at it briefly before ignoring it.

"i have five rules. memorise them. rule number one - don't bother sucking up. i already hate you. that's not gonna change. trauma protocol, phone list, pagers - nurses will page you. you will answer every page at a run. a run!" dr. bailey began walking off, the five interns scrambling to lift the pagers before they followed quickly behind her.

"that's rule number two. your first shift starts now and lasts 48 hours. you're interns, grunts, nobodies, bottom of the surgical food chain. you run labs, write orders, work every second night 'til you drop, and don't complain. on-call rooms. attendings hog them. sleep when you can where you can, which brings me to rule number three. if i'm sleeping, don't wake me unless your patient is actually dying. rule number four - the dying patient better not be dead when i get there. not only will you have killed someone, you would've woke me for no good reason. we clear?"

meredith raised her hand before asking, "you said five rules. that was only four."

as if on cue, dr. bailey's pager beeped. "rule number five - when i move, you move. get out of my way!" she shouted as she took off in a run, the interns scrambling behind her.