Chapter Fifty-One: One Flight Down
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"So why do you have to fly back out to DC?" I asked Derek as I spoke on the phone with him while simultaneously looking over a patient's chart.
"I have to deliver my final report to the board and hand in my recommendation for who they choose to replace me," Derek explained to me, for what was likely the hundredth time. "It's not a big deal. I'll be back in two days."
"And the day after tomorrow you're scrubbing in with me on my brain tumor kid, right?" I reminded him.
"Right," he agreed. "Hey, I need to go. I wanna try to call Meredith again before I get tied up at the airport. But I'll call you later to let you know how things went, okay?"
"Got it," I hung up, slipping my phone back into my pocket as I stopped at the counter.
"And now he is actively not seeing me," I heard Maggie complain as she came around the corner with Alex.
"Hmm, I'm actively not seeing my cop anymore." Callie commented as she joined us.
"You guys went out already?" Maggie asked, surprised.
"Yep. We went out on a date. It was bad," Callie told us. "Well, at first, it wasn't that bad. He was all, 'I save lives, and I wear a uniform.' And then I realized I save lives, I wear a uniform, and I'm not boring."
"Oh, come on, Dan is a sweetheart," I tried to defend my friend.
"Maybe, but he's boring," Callie stressed. I opened my mouth to argue, but couldn't find anything to disprove her. In the years I'd known Dan he hand't been the most exciting or interesting of people, even Lucas used to complain about how boring he could be. "No second date for him."
"Okay, so, uh, what is it?" Maggie looked back at Alex when Callie walked away, desperate for advice on her whatever her current dating fiasco was. "Tell me. Lay it out. Uh, am I hideous? Am I-- Am I-- Do I have bad breath? What is the problem here?"
"Why me?" Alex muttered under his breath.
"Because you're a guy," Maggie stated the obvious.
"A guy that used to be a bit of a man whore," I added. "Come on, just let out a little bit of your inner Evil Spawn."
"Exactly, I'm a guy." Alex shot me a look.
"Just tell me," Maggie begged.
"Go away!" Alex hurried away, desperate to escape the conversation at hand.
"Will you tell me?" Maggie looked at me.
"I don't have a penis," I stated bluntly. "I don't think I'm gonna be much help to you."
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"Marissa McKay-- arrived complaining of severe lower back pain," Ben introduced Callie, Amelia, and I to our patient as joined her and her mother in her hospital room. "Her pediatrician dismissed it as a combination of growing pains and soreness from athletic activity."
"Marisa's one of the best junior golfers in the country," Mrs. McKay told us.
"The-- The best," Marissa corrected her mother. "It's true. First place in the NJGAs last year."
"Marissa, honey--" Mrs. McKay began.
"What?" Marissa cut her off. "Coach Rubin said there's no apologies for being excellent. And I am-- I'm excellent. What's wrong with that?"
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