Lexie Grey Her Life Story

Chapter 3

I spent the rest of my high school experience focused on med and getting good grades. I basically gave up my friends, hardly looked at my cell phone, and crammed myself into every nook and cranny in every book possible. Sure, it killed me, but I knew it was what I wanted.
I graduated from high school as valid dictorion. My family was so proud of me and my step mom was so freaked out by my change of mood.
On the night of my graduation, I had a dream about my dad.
"Lexie..." he said. "I'm so proud of you, Lexie. You've done exactly what I've always wanted for you. You've applied yourself. I always knew you could do it, Lexie. Even if it was because I died, it was all worth it. I'll always look over you, Lexie. Goodbye..." He said. He faded into the white background and I broke out into a cold sweat.
I woke up into a full blown panic attack. It was awful. I hate panic attacks but I've had them forever so I guess there's nothing that can be done about them.
A few months after graduation, I moved onto college. I got a fully paid scholarship at Yale so that's where I decided to study. The next four years that followed that were EXTREMELY busy. I hardly got ANY freetime. But on the upside, I got valid dictorian when I graduated those four years of college, too. Plus, sometimes I forgot to eat when I was studying so hard. I lost fifteen pounds, and I was never anything but skinny to begin with! I moved onto my four more years of med school. Those flew by as well. Until today. Right now, I'm in my third year of med school. I'll get to start my internship so soon! That is, as long as I don't have another near-death experience.
     So this weekend was my once-a-month mall break day. The name is pretty self explanatory. So I was walking through the mall, minding my own buisness. Then, all of a sudden, I saw two women fighting. I ran up to them. They were fighting over the last Victoria's Secret Hoodie. They had run outside the store with the unpaid sweater, and hadn't even noticed it. I couldn't let them fight over a stupid hoodie! Note to self, next time, leave the two crazy women alone.
     I ran up to them and started yelling at them to stop. Of course, they didn't listen. So I wrestled my way in and I tried to push them apart. However, that's not how THEY saw it. THEY thought I was trying to steal the sweater from BOTH of them.
     So, the bigger woman turned towards me and shoved me. Hard. I went flying. I landed at the top of the escalator. I tumbled DOWN the escalator, too. And it was the up escalator. So I knocked OTHER people down too. Somewhere between the first and second floor, I blacked out.
     I woke up in the hospital. The orthopedic doctor came to see me. Her name was Dr. Torres.
     "I'm a resident" she told me when I told her that I was studying to become a doctor.
     "That's so cool!" I told her. Of course, this conversation happened AFTER she told me the bad news. I had broken 4 bones. My left wrist, my right ankle, my left shoulder, and my left leg. Plus, I had a concussion. She told me that if I would have hit my head any further to the left, I would have had a MASSIVE brain bleed. I could've died. I decided to sue the lady that pushed me. And guess what? I won. I got $100,000 for what she did to me.
     Because of my concussion, I actually got to somehow SKIP AHEAD in my schooling a bit. But, that's a story for next time...