No Time | Grey's Anatomy // Book 1 // COMPLETED |

1 | The Phone Call

*Ring...Ring*

My eyes shot open to the sound of my phone going off and without even thinking, or being fully awake, I frantically swiped at my bedside table for the ringing device. Once my hand grasped my phone, I pressed the answer button and brought it up to my ear. "Hello," I spoke calmly into the phone.

"Hello, is this Miss Ellie Forrest?" a man spoke and I subconsciously nodded.

"This is her." I tried to calm my nerves, hoping this was the phone call that I had been waiting weeks for. With every phone call I had picked up in the previous days, I had been eagerly expecting one call in particular. 

"Perfect." the man chirped over the phone, his tone cheery and comforting. "This is Dr. Richard Webber, Chief of Surgery at Seattle Grace/Mercy West Hospital. I wanted to call personally and congratulate you. You got the job."

My breathing hitched and I held my hand over my mouth to prevent any squealing or happy crying. "Oh, my God!" I let out. "That's amazing news!"

Chief Webber chuckled airly, clearing entertained by my excitement. But then again, he was probably used to this by now. He probably made phone calls like this every day. "Glad to hear it. Someone will call in the next few days to discuss a few things and let you know when you start."

"O-okay!" I smiled wide. "Thank you so much!"

"Not a problem. We're all very excited to have you join our team. I'm sure you will fit in perfectly here. Talk to you soon." Chief Webber said. 

"Sounds good." I started silently fist-pumping the air, keeping my voice calm and professional. "Thank you again, sir. Goodbye." 

After hanging up the phone, and checking twice to make sure the call had ended, I let out a loud squeal and danced around my room for a good half hour. I was fully aware that this was a childish reaction, but at the moment, I didn't much care. Seattle Grace/Mercy West was the best hospital in Seattle and without a doubt one of the best hospitals in the country. Anyone who really wanted a prosperous career as a surgeon wanted to work there, and as of about two minutes ago, I did.

════ 3 Days Later ════

"Thanksgiving Day!" I shouted as I stormed into the kitchen toward my roommate Sam, belongings in my arms and a slight grimace on my face. "They are making me start on Thanksgiving Day! I mean, who does that?!"

"Chill out, Ellie." Sam handed me a cup of coffee with a warm smile on her face. "This is your dream job. You've only been talking about it for what, two months? I moved all the way out here to live with you, so you better turn that frown upside down."

I took a sip of the coffee and looked at my blonde-haired best friend, thankful that she always knew the right thing to say when I was spiralling. "I know, but we had plans tonight. When you start working at a hospital you don't see the sunlight for two days at least!"

"Don't worry about me." Sam waved my worries off. "I'll just go spend Thanksgiving with my parents. My mom's been dying to hear all about Jake."

"Oh, okay." I barely pictured Sam's new boyfriend in my head as I finished off my coffee and threw my hair into a ponytail. I had met him only once, maybe twice if you counted the one time I walked past the front door while he was waiting to pick her up. "If you're sure."

"Of course, I'm sure." Sam grabbed my arm and dragged me toward the front door, somehow more excited than I was for my first day; not to say I wasn't excited, just that the nerves were starting to kick in. "Forget me and go rock your new job! You can tell me all about it when you get back."

I quickly threw my jacket on over my black long sleeve shirt before grabbing my bag and heading out the door. Walking down the driveway, I threw Sam a lazy wave goodbye over my shoulder before hopping into my car and drawing in a deep breath.

I could do this. This is what I had been working my whole life for. I had the promise, I had the talent, and now I had the hospital. It was all coming together. The only thing left to do was get myself together. 

After a seemingly long ten minute drive, I pulled into the parking lot of Seattle Grace/Mercy West Hospital and found my designated parking spot. Pulling the keys out of the ignition, the car fell silent and I stayed seated for a minute or two, staring up at the large building in front of me. When I first thought about becoming a surgeon, I never dreamed of working in a hospital like this. The small hospital I worked at before, sure . . . but now here I was. 

There had been moments in my life where even I thought I could never do it, but let me tell you; one of the best feelings in the world is proving yourself wrong.

With one more deep breath, I opened the car door, grabbed my things, and started walking toward the front door. This was it, my life was happening right now, and so far it seemed perfect.