Scrubs | Grey's Anatomy

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Chapter 2, Blame It On the Alcohol

Somehow in the midst of all the chaos I found time to take a snack break. I fed a vending machine my change for bag of corn nuts, and handed my money to the man at the coffee cart for an oily black, steaming, Styrofoam cup of coffee. Removing the lid, I blew on my drink lightly before taking a sip, the piping hot liquid running down my throat as the bitterness spread across my taste buds. I tried to drown the taste out with corn nuts, which only partially worked.

"Have you seen Dr. Bailey?" a male nurse asked, towering over me like a tree. He often hung around and teased the other interns at their expense. I think his name was Tyler. "I need to give her these labs. They aren't looking good." I took another swig of coffee and grimaced.

"No, I haven't," I informed him, clearing my throat slightly to slightly throw my discomfort. "Let me see."

"What makes you think you're authorized to see?" he asked, is eyebrow quirked. It was pretty clear that he was mocking me subtly.

"Well, I'm Bailey's intern, which means that I could probably deliver these if you really wanted me to," I smiled sweetly, leaning on a counter. "Your turn."

"You're an intern, what if you mess them up?"

"Yeah, but think about who you're talking to," I said, raising my eyebrows. I popped the rest of my snack into my mouth, taking yet another strong swig of coffee. He nodded.

"Alright, Charles," he said with a slight smile, nodding his head. "Find Bailey and take these to her."

"On it," I told him with a nod. I took a look at the charts, my jaw dropping. "Two people? On the same pole?"

"That's right," he said. "You need to hurry, then." My mind seemed to explode.

"Then I'm on it, on it," I said, the explosion from my mind spreading to my feet. I ran down the hall, scanning the lab results on the chart. She should be in trauma, I thought to myself. It was the only place I could imagine her being in with these two patients. Wherever the case was, she was. "Has anyone seen Dr. Bailey?" I called out, whipping my head around at clueless doctors and nurses. They all shook their heads, making me sigh heavily. "Thought so," I grumbled.

I furrowed my eyebrows. I realized the more time I spent with Alex, the more like him I became. The thought made me shiver a bit.

"Charles?"

"Dr. Bailey, I got the labs," I announced as she came into view among many other surgeons. I slowed down as I saw the grisly scene that surrounded my small Resident. I was staring at the back of a blonde head, and the dark face of an older man. Both bodies were adorned in hospital gowns and had a thick pole running through their abdomens. Neither cried out in agony, neither seemed to acknowledge the fact that they were in pain.

"Don't just stand there, Charles, give them to me," Bailey quipped. I nodded and forked over the charts. She scanned them and a sullen look fell over her face.

"Alright, can you wiggle your toes for me?" Shepherd asked the older man. He nodded and wiggled his toes. "Good job." Shepherd smiled warmly at him.

"What about mine? Are they moving?" the blonde girl asked hopefully, and my eyes darted to her feet. They didn't move at all.

"Perfect, Bonnie," he lied, and my heart ached for her.

"O'Malley, stay with the patients. Charles, Bailey, Shepherd, Grey, a word." Chief Webber said, motioning us away from the patients. When we were out of earshot, the Chief sighed deeply. "This is like nothing I've ever seen."