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

14 | Surprise Text

"You never told me you worked with such hot doctors," Sam said as she entered the living room with two glasses of wine in her hands. "If I knew they were so good looking, I would try to get sick more often."

"Yeah, well, these are the doctors that treat you when you're internally bleeding or have foreign objects piercing your body, not when you have a cold." I laughed and took a glass from her. "Besides, you only met one doctor. That's one out of the hundreds that work there."

Sam sat down on the couch beside me and took a sip of her wine. "Yeah, but he's even got a hot name." she insisted. "Jackson Avery. Oh, it just sends chills down my spine."

"Okay, no." I put my glass down on the coffee table and held my hands up to stop her. "You have to stop talking right now because I know you. You'll say something dirty and then it will be all I think about while working with him tomorrow."

Sam let out a loud laugh, but she did as I requested and changed the subject. Reaching for my wine again, I sat back and listened as she told me a story about something that had happened to her at work the other day. 

For the first time in weeks, I had gotten a night off and had managed to get home before midnight, which meant that Sam and I actually had some time to sit down and talk like we used to. It was nice having things back to the way they used to be; even if only for one night. 

As Sam finished her tale, my phone vibrated on the table, alerting both of us. I let out a groan as I reached forward to pick up the device. I was fully expecting to have a text or missed call from the hospital, asking me to come in. 

"Maybe it's him." Sam joked, referring to Jackson.

"Shut up." I chuckled and read the text that I had received, which surprisingly, was not from work at all. 

Unknown Number: Hey, how's it going? This is Jackson, by the way.

I couldn't help but let out a laugh. "Who is it?" Sam asked, and when I didn't reply, her mouth spread into a wide grin. "Oh, my God! It is not!" she laughed. "Is it actually him?!"

Dumbfounded at her guessing skills, I could only nod. "It is."

"Well, what does it say?" Sam grabbed my phone but I pulled it out of her reach just in time. 

"He just asked me how it was going," I answered. "Pretty normal texting stuff, so don't get too excited."

"Well, text him back! What are you gonna say?"

"I'm gonna ask him how he got my number," I told her as I began to type out the reply.

"What? Why?"

"Because I didn't give him my number and it's creepy."

"But he's so hot!" Sam almost whined. "It doesn't matter."

Shaking my head, I rolled my eyes. "It does matter." 

Ellie: It's going well. How did you get my number?

Once I had sent the text, I placed the phone down again and turned back to Sam to continue our conversation, but her eyes were glued to the device, waiting for it to go off again. "Sam, I swear, you are like a dog with a bone." I gripped her face with my hands and twisted it toward me. "Let it go. It's me and you tonight, not me, you, and Jackson."

"Fine." Sam gave in and ripped her pupils away from the phone. "I'm just trying to help, is all. I'm your wing-girl. It's my job."

"Well, as much as I appreciate your help, I think I'm good."

"Fine, I'll stop then." Sam sighed and took another sip of her wine.

Finally having diverted Sam's attention away from Jackson, I was just about to suggest a movie to watch when my phone went off again. Sam stared right at me, not breaking eye contact, but I could tell she was fighting every urge inside of herself not to say or do something. 

Staring back at her, I tried to hold out the best I could, but after a few seconds, I broke. "Ugh, fine!" I picked my phone up again.

"Yes!" Sam fist-pumped the air before moving closer so she could see the screen as well.

Jackson: I have my ways, but I cannot reveal my sources. You still up for drinks some time?

Sam practically threw her wine glass onto the table before bouncing up and down on the couch like a child. "You are so lucky!" she grabbed my shoulders and began shaking me. "He. Is. So. Hot!"

"Aren't you still with Jake?" I groaned as I pried her hands off of my body. 

"Yes." she nodded. "Doesn't mean I can't have fun."

"You're insane." I laughed before starting to type out my reply.

Ellie: I would love to. Tomorrow after work?

Almost instantly, my phone went off again.

Jackson: Perfect! See you then.

Turning off my phone for good this time, I placed it back on the table and took a very large sip of my wine. "I'm going for drinks with a really hot guy tomorrow." I couldn't help but smile. 

"Hell yeah, you are!" Sam cheered.

Suddenly it hit me. It had been years since I had gone on a real 'date', or whatever drinks with Jackson was. "I have nothing to wear." I started to mentally go over my wardrobe in my head. "Should I shave my legs? Wait, duh, I should shave my legs. I mean, do you think it will be more than drinks? Because I don't want to over-prepare, but I also don't want to under prepare."

"Ellie!" Sam grabbed me again. "You're beautiful, smart, and funny. You're not that tall, but your charming personality is enough. And what you lack in dating skills, you make up for in sexiness."

"Great pep-talk" I laughed. "Is 'sexiness' a word?"

"It is now." Sam jumped up from the couch, retreated into the kitchen for a second, and returned with the bottle of wine to refill our glasses. "Now we really have something to talk about." she gushed. "No offence, but this is so much more exciting than talking about cutting people open."

I just rolled my eyes. "None taken."