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

15 | No Heartbeat

That morning, I was woken bright and early to the sound of my bedroom door slamming open and Sam barging into my bedroom. Groggily, I looked up at her, silently watching as she rifled through my closet. "Sam, as someone who rarely gets to sleep in—or more accurately, rarely gets to sleep at all—this better be good." I groaned. 

"Of course this is good." Sam turned to me, holding a dress in each hand. "You need to look good for tonight! Drinks with Jackson, remember?"

I smiled weakly. "How could I possibly forget." I eyed the dresses she was holding up and cringed. "Those are a little much for drinks after work, don't you think?"

Sam took a good hard look at the dresses before nodding and putting them back. "Yeah, maybe you're right." she agreed. "Well then, how about . . ."

"Sam!" I grabbed a pillow from the bed and threw it at her. "I love you, I do, but I have an hour left to sleep before my alarm goes off and if you don't get out of my room right now, I'm going to kill you."

Huffing, Sam placed her hands on her hips and glared at me. "How are you not more excited about this?"

"Because it's just drinks with someone I work with." I reminded her because clearly, she had made this thing much bigger in her head. "We're both going to be exhausted and if we manage to make it through the day and still want to go out afterwards, we will probably have one drink, maybe two, and then call it a night so we can go home and sleep."

"I thought the life of a surgeon was supposed to be exciting."

"It is," I mumbled and I fell back and buried my head in my pillow. "But I'm a surgical resident, which means I get all of the work and none of the glory. Now get out!"

"Fine!" Sam headed for the door. "Just have fun, okay?"

"Yes, mom!"

As soon as Sam left and closed the door behind herself, I drifted back to sleep. What seemed like two minutes later, however, my alarm went off and my day had officially begun. 

Crawling out of bed, I hopped in the shower, brushed my teeth, and got dressed. When I finally made it to the kitchen, Sam was sitting at the table sipping some coffee and doing something on her laptop. It was Saturday after all, so for normal people, there was no work. 

"I made some coffee." Sam lazily gestured to the counter where a steaming mug was waiting for me. 

"This is the most helpful you have been all morning." I joked as I grabbed an apple to eat so I at least had something in my stomach for the day.

"Jackass." Sam sighed, finally looking up from her laptop. "Did you pick something nice to wear tonight?"

Flashing a cheeky smile, I gestured to the clothes I was already wearing. Sam just frowned. "What?" I looked down at myself. "What's wrong with what I'm wearing now? It's casual but not too casual and it looks nice."

"I guess it will work." Sam rolled her eyes at me in a disappointed manner. "You know, it's a good thing you're smart."

"And that's my cue to leave." I grabbed a travel mug from the cupboard and poured my coffee into it. "I will see you later. I'll probably be home late-ish, so don't wait up."

Sam snorted. "Yeah, no. I want to hear everything."

"Of course you do." I threw on a jacket and some shoes. "Bye!"

Leaving the house and getting into my car, I was just about to pull out of the driveway when Sam rushed through the front door with something in her hands. Rolling down the window, I waited for her to approach, and when she did, she held out a pair of black, lace underwear toward me.

"Sam, what the heck?" I asked, not recognizing the underwear as my own.

"Chill out," Sam smirked. "They're mine. Just in case. They match your bra."

My eyes widened. "How do you know what bra I'm wearing?"

Sam pulled a straight face and stared right into my eyes. "I know these things, Ellie."

"You're weird. I'm leaving now." I told her before I began to roll up my window, but Sam tossed the underwear in just in time and they landed somewhere in the car.