Stitches of Life

The First Cut is the Deepest

Chapter Two: The First Cut is the Deepest

"You're late." Cristina commented as I rushed into the locker room, hurrying towards my locker to get changed before rounds started.

"Again." Izzie chimed in from her own locker in the section next to my own, a row of lockers separating us.

"What can I say? My hotel is shit." I shook my head as I pulled off my street clothes as quickly as possible, leaving myself in my bra and underwear.

"Nice." A guy smirked as he made his way out of the locker room.

"Pig!" I yelled after him as I pulled out my scrubs and began to pull them on. "I swear, every man on this planet thinks with their dick. It's disgusting."

"You're just saying that because you haven't gotten laid in forever." Cristina shook her head.

"Please, don't bring women down to the level of men." I rolled my eyes as her comment.

"You're still living in a hotel?" George frowned at my excuse, stopping to stand by my locker as I finished tying my shoes. "Its been weeks, I would have thought you'd have found a place by now."

"Not yet." I shook my head.

"What about Meredith?" Izzie suggested as she joined us. "She put up a flyer saying that she was looking for a few roommates. George and I already asked her, why don't you do it too?"

"We all work together, is living together really the best idea?" I shook my head as we all headed out of the locker room to wait at the nurses' station for Bailey to give us our assignments for the day. When we got there though we already found Meredith waiting with a coffee in her hands.

"How'd it go?" Izzie asked the dirty blonde.

"No one here is right." Meredith sighed. "I had to tell all of them no."

"Why do you put up posters for roommates if you don't want roommates?" Izzie questioned her.

"I do want roommates." Meredith insisted as Cristina joined us. "We're together one hundred hours a week. You want to live together, too?"

"That's what I said." I nodded in agreement with her.

"Says the girl living in a hotel." Izzie rolled her eyes.

"I see you bring bribes now, huh?" Cristina eyed to coffee in Meredith's hand.

"My mom irons my scrubs." George told Meredith. "I have to get out of there."

"It's not a bribe. I don't think it's a good idea." Meredith spoke to Cristina first and then George.

"I can put down last, first, and deposit." George assured her.

"It's totally a bribe." Cristina shook her head.

"I can cook, and I'm an obsessive cleaner." Izzie informed Meredith while I stood back with Cristina, watching as George and Izzie tried to crack her.

"No. I just want two total strangers who I don't have to talk to or be nice to, and it's not a bribe. It's a mocha latte" Meredith put her foot down.

"Bribe." I muttered under my breath as I watched her walk over to Bailey, putting a polite smile on her face.

"George, you're running the code team. Bethany and Meredith, take the trauma pager. Cristina, deliver the weekend labs to the patients. Izzie, you're on sutures." Bailey instructed all of us.

"Dr. Bailey, I was hoping to assist you in the OR today. Maybe do a minor procedure. I think I'm ready." Meredith quickly followed after the short woman. Once she was done she held out the coffee. "Mocha latte?"