Belong

~Two~

While I was in the room with the other interns, I had a wishful thinking.

I tuned in Doctor Webber's voice, "Each of you comes here hopeful. Wanting in on the game. A month ago you were in med school being taught by doctors. Today, you are the doctors. The seven years you spend here as a surgical resident will be the best and worst of your life. You will be pushed to the breaking point. Look around you. Say hello to your competition. Eight of you will switch to an easier specialty. Five of you will crack under the pressure. Two of you will be asked to leave. This is your starting line. This is your arena. How well you play? That's up to you."

I turned around to see several familiar faces, and my eyes landed on Cristina, and I smiled subtlety.

~-B-~

I was putting my purse, and other things in my locker. I glanced around once I heard someone said, "Okay. Martin, Robinson, Bond, Parkins." I was so confused about what the Doctor said, but I shrugged.

Only 6 women out of 20. I sighed.

"Yeah. I hear one of them's a model. Seriously, like that's going to help with the respect thing?" I immediately turned to...Cristina. Oops, did I say that out loud?

"You're Cristina?" I internally smiled.

She glanced at me while changing into her intern scrubs, "Which resident you assigned to? I got Bailey." I sighed, and accidentally said, "The Nazi? Yeah," I cringed.

A guy came up to us, and I immediately recognized him, and I felt bad.

He looked at me, specifically, "At least we'll be tortured together, right? I'm George O'Malley, uh, we met at the mixer, you had a black dress with a slit up the side, strappy sandals..." I smiled in sympathy, I glanced at Cristina.

"Now, you think I'm gay." Nope, I thought silently.

I tuned out George's voice while he was trying to say he isn't gay, then I heard a Doctor's voice calling my last name.

I saw Cristina asking the doctor where's Bailey. I ran after her when he told her Bailey's at the end of the hall, by the desk.

Bailey is very short compared to being on television, she's like 5 foot, and very non threatening, but I know better.

"That's the Nazi?" Cristina asked in disbelief. I rolled my eyes.

"I thought the Nazi would be the...Nazi." I somewhat joked, but in serious tone.

Izzie Stevens introduces herself while walking past us, a bubbly stressed blonde woman. Great.

Bailey abruptly turned to us, and she scowled at us, "I have five rules. Memorize them. Rule number one, don't bother sucking up, I already hate you, that's not gonna change." She shrugs, "Trauma protocol, phone lists, pagers. Nurses will page you, you answer every page at a run. A run, that's rule number two. Your first shift starts now and lasts forty-eight hours. You're interns, grunts, nobodies, bottom of the surgical food chain, you run labs, write orders, work every second night till you drop and don't complain!" She went to a room where the bunk beds were, "On call rooms. Attendings hog them, sleep when you can, where you can, which brings me to rule number three, if I'm sleeping, don't wake me, unless your patient is actually dying. Rule number four, the dying patient better not be dead when I get there, not only would you have killed someone, you would have also woke me for no good reason, we clear?" She stared deadly, I hesitated.

I raised my hand, she glared at me, damn she's even more threatening than on television.

"You said five rules. That was only..." I trailed off, Bailey's pager went off. She glanced at it then back at us.