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

33 | Virgin

 As I walked into the hospital the next morning, I held my head high and a giant smile was plastered onto my face. After changing into my scrubs and grabbing my things, I headed out to find something to do. As I walked down the hall, I ran into Dr. Webber who was pushing a bed. "Oh, Dr. Forrest." he greeted me, "I hope your family day was good. Um, I think Kepner has some patients down in the pit who could use some sutures."

"No." I almost shouted as I held up the yellow paper, "I'm cleared. See?! Please, please, put me on a real case. I'm begging you."

"Ugh," he thought for a moment, "go find Bailey. I think I saw her by the ambulance doors."

Nodding, I took off, "You got it!"

After rushing to the ambulance doors, I found Bailey, Jackson, and Lexie all standing there with a woman and a car. Jackson and Lexie turned to me and gave me a puzzling look. Holding up the paper, I did a little happy dance before moving beside them.

"I swear to God, Jerry, if you don't get out of the car, I'm gonna break the glass and drag you through the freakin' window!." the woman yelled to her husband who was sitting inside the passenger's side of the vehicle.

"No!" the man, Jerry, refused.

Bailey stepped towards them, "Um, look, ma'am, this is an ambulance bay. It's for doctor and patient vehicles only."

"Well, if my idiot husband would ever get out of the car, you'd see he was a patient," she explained, visibly annoyed with her spouse.

As she pressed the unlock button on her keys, the man locked the door again from the inside. "Jerry, unlock the door!" she demanded.

"Just take me home, Tess! This was a big mistake." Jerry was shielding his face with the hood of his gray sweatshirt.

"Um, sir." Bailey spoke to the man, "If there is something wrong with you, you should let us take a look. We can help."

"Really? Can you help me with these?" he asked and turned to us, revealing that his face was covered in what looked like blisters or something.

Bailey took a closer look through the window and nodded, "Uh, yes. Yes, we can. But we can't do anything until you get out of the car.

"You'll have to open the door for me." Jerry sighed and submitted as Jackson and I shared a look.

"Okay, um. I need a-a chair." Bailey said as Jackson went to grab a wheelchair.

The wife unlocked the car once more before opening the door. Once we could see the man better, we noticed that his entire hands looked like they were covered in tree bark and were about five sizes too big. "OH, MY-" Lexie started to screamed before she stopped herself, "I'm sorry."

"People are great, aren't they?" Jerry sighed as he sat in the wheelchair, "Real sweethearts."

Jackson and I gave her a look as we took the man inside and got him set up in a room. My first real case in a while and it looked like a real unique one!

"Um, Mr. Adams, sometime in your history, you contracted H.P.V." Mark told Jerry once we had gathered in his room, "There are various types of the virus. This one generally causes small warts. But in rare cases like yours, there's an immune deficiency that allows the warts to get out of control."

"We went it a dermatologist in Pullman four years ago." the wife explained to us, "They were a lot smaller then. He removed a bunch of them, but-"

"They grew back." Jerry finished the sentence, "Then we saw the guy again, and they grew back again. They're always gonna grow back. And that's why we should just go home."

Mark nodded, "Well if you don't do anything about it, they're gonna continue to grow. You'll become completely disabled. We need to do surgery."

"You can't just scrape this stuff off?" the wife asked.

Bailey shook her head, "No. Um, each one of these warts has its own blood supply. So we need to cut and stitch each one."

"So basically, I'm gonna go from looking like a tree to looking like Frankenstein, right?" Jerry sighed. When no one said anything else, he sighed again, "Super."

"Well, we'll be doing skin grafts at the same time, which will help with your appearance and function. That said, you're right, it's not a cure. The warts will recur, but if you schedule surgeries regularly, we might be able to keep them under control." Mark told him.

Jerry turned to his wife, "Do you see? It's what I told you. They can't help."

"So a couple of years with me is, what...a waste of time?" she asked him, "We never go out, Jerry. We sit in that damn house, day after day, month after month. I want us to see a movie, to go out to dinner, I want to see...people."

Bailey turned to them, "Um, if the two of you want to discuss it, we can-"

"No." the wife stopped us before we left and looked to her husband, "There's no more discussion. You're having the surgery, 'cause if you don't, I'm gonna leave you. And you got nobody else... no friends, even your brothers have given up. I'm it. I'm all that's left. So you're having the surgery."

Later that day, I walked through the hall with Meredith, Cristina, Alex, and Jackson. "A condom?" Alex asked Meredith about her patient since she had been cleared yesterday.

"Yep." she nodded.

"Wait, and she aspirated it?" Cristina raised her eyebrows.

"A condom in her lung. I'm gonna gag." Jackson pushed in front of us and stopped at our patient's room.

Meredith turned to us, "And her fiancé thinks she's a virgin."

"Okay, here we go. Here we go." Jackson stopped the group and pointed through the window to where Lexi was treating Jerry, "Check it out."

"Ew. Ew. Ew." Cristina said as she looked through the window.

"Okay, now I think I'm gonna gag," Alex said.

I pushed Jackson out of the way, "Come on. Stop showing off our patient like he's part of a freak circus."

"Your patient?" Meredith asked.

I nodded, "Got cleared yesterday."

"Oh, look at Grey." Cristina commented, "It looks like she's gonna heave."
"She's looked like that all day," Jackson told them.

Meredith continued to stare, "I mean, I kinda wish I was in there."

"What?" Cristina questioned.

"Seriously, how often does a case like this come along?" Meredith told her

Alex sighed, "About as often as twenty-seven-year-old virgin brides."

"She could still be a virgin." April, who had just joined us, defended the girl, "Just 'cause she's twenty-seven, I mean, It's-It's not impossible."

"So, Karev," Jackson asked once we moved one of the main desk areas, "how old were you your first time?"

"Fifteen." he replied, "School nurse, back of her car."

Jackson paced back and forth, "Fifteen? That's impressive."

"When I was sixteen, she taught me how to drive that same car," Alex added and we all chuckled.

"Sophomore in high school, Paul Waxman," Meredith told us her first time, "Had absolutely no idea what he was doing."

Sighing, I joined in, "Seventeen, my boyfriend at the time, Kalvin Franco. All around awkward and I still shudder when I think of it."

Jackson leaned on the desk, "Junior prom, Sarah Richardson and Penny Caraway, together. I knew exactly what I was doing."

"Damn." I chuckled as Alex let out a whistle.

"Nineteen," Cristina told us.

Alex gave her a look, "Nineteen?"

"Mm-hm." she nodded, "I was very focused on my studies. It was my chem T.A. He was a whole head shorter than me, but...man, he was smart."

"Hey, April," Jackson called on her as she tried to leave.

"I'm not talking about this," she informed us, "it was a private- private memory."

Alex rolled his eyes, "What happened, did the guy die?"

"Oh, did it last, like, three seconds, so you don't know if it counted?" Cristina asked and we all chuckled.

"No." April scoffed, "Uh...it was on the beach at sunset. It was beautiful."

I gave her a look, "Oh, I'm sure it was."

Jackson laughed, "Sunset? Really? Weren't- weren't there people there?"

"Oh, on the beach?" Cristina asked, "Man, you get sand up in places you don't want to get sand."

"Mosquitos." Alex added as he thought for a moment, "HA! You're a virgin."

April shook her head, "No, I'm not."

"Oh, my God, You are!" Cristina pointed to her and I cracked a smile.

"She is." Jackson chuckled.

Cristina smiled, "Oh, my God. Do it. Do it. Do it to her right now." Cristina told Alex, "Alex. Go deflower her. Do it. Do it."

"It was...it was on the beach at sunset, okay?" April tried to convince us, but we weren't buying it.

"Okay, leave her alone." Meredith finally stopped us, "April, the beach at sunset is very nice."

April sighed as she took off, leaving us chuckling once more; and whoever said you couldn't have any fun in a hospital?