code blue // melonie ann grey

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

CHAPTER FIFTEEN
MELONIE'S POV

   I woke up next to Jackson the next morning. I looked down at myself and my eyes widened as I looked at the naked boy sleeping next to me.

   Memories from last night roamed through my head. The bad thing is, I liked it. I really like Jackson, but...

   "No, no, no, no," I whispered to myself. "What the hell did I just do?"

   I slowly got out of the bed and grabbed my clothes, running to my room to change. I slumped onto my bed and sighed. I have to get to work before Jackson wakes up.

   I grabbed my car keys and rushed down the stairs, where Lexie, Meredith, April, Alex, and Derek were.

   "Where are you going?" Derek asked me. 

   "To work," I responded, starting to open the front door.

   "Don't you want something to eat?" Lexie questioned.

   "Um..." I grabbed a banana. "Thanks."

   I ran out the door and into my car. I sat there for a little bit, banging my head against the steering wheel. Jackson's gonna hate me. He's gonna tell everyone how much of a slut I am. All of my friends are gonna hate me. EVERYONE is gonna hate me. 

   I got to work and Mark caught up to me.

   "Not now, Mark." I rolled my eyes as we entered the hospital.

   "Come on, what's going on with you lately?" Mark asked. 

   "Why do you even care? You never seemed to care before," I pointed out sassily. 

   "Because I care about you, Melonie. I was just hoping we could be friends for once," he shrugged. "But you don't trust me, so..." 

   Mark started to walk away, and I sighed, finally giving in. 

   "Mark, wait," I stopped him. He turned back around to face me. "I'm sorry. I want to be friends too. I just can't talk about it right now. When I'm ready to talk, you'll be the first one I come to, I promise."

   "Good," he smiled, and started walking away again.

   "Thank you."

   I walked into the residents' lounge and sighed. I was the only one in there since all of my friends weren't going to be here for another few minutes. I was supposed to come with them, but I couldn't drive in the same car as Jackson. 

   "Hey, you're need in the E.R.," Callie started when I walked out of the residents' lounge.

   Once she finished telling me where to go and why I was going there, I headed there with the patient's chart, reading through it. 

   I walked into the room, where a man was laying down on the gurney, talking on the phone, and a male nurse was getting him settled in.

   "E.K.G. results." The nurse handed me the papers.

   "Thank you."

   "The guys at work overreacted and insisted I come to the E.R.," the patient said into his phone as I looked over the results. "Sweetie, I had a big lunch. It hardly qualifies as chest pain. No, what I need are some antacids. I'll be there, I promise. Just tell Max to put on his jersey, okay? I'll be out of here soon." He hung up the phone.

   "Hi, I'm Dr. Grey. I'll be your doctor today," I introduced myself.

   "Oliver Richter. Sorry about the phone," he replied. "I'm supposed to be picking up my son for the Huskies game right now."