𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 [𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐲'𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐲]

tell me sweet little lies

tell me sweet little lies

Cassie was lucky she was on-call the previous night. She returned to the locker before rounds started to get a refresher when she heard all the complaining of what Doc, the stupid, stupid dog had done the night before.

"He peed on my bed. My bed, Meredith." Izzie complained as she leaned against her open locker, arms crossed.

Doc laid on his stomach next to the bench Meredith was sitting on. "He's our dog." Meredith reasoned.

"No, he's not my dog," George told her. "You two bought him without even asking me...or Cassie." He pointed to the blonde as she walked in.

"Are we talking about Doc?" She asked George nodded. "I don't even like dogs."

"See!" He shouted at Meredith. Cassie turned to her locker and opened it grabbing a granola bar.

"We rescued him from certain death," Meredith argued. George took off his shoes and throw them in his locker. "Come on, you guys." She pouted.

George turned back towards her, "I'm putting my foot down. Either the dog moves out, or I do. Foot down now. Me or the dog, which is it?" Meredith looked down at the dog and back up at George. "You hesitated. She hesitated!"

"You hesitated?" Izzie and Cassie questioned.

"I didn't hesitate. I was thinking." Meredith explained.

"Meredith!" Cassie yelled before taking a bit out of her granola bar.

"You have to think about it?" George walked towards the door, "Fine. I'm moving out right now." He walked towards the second door just to be blocked by Dr. Bailey entering for rounds. "Later, I'm moving out later because right now, I have rounds."

Bailey walked towards the locker room and stood in the doorway. "Tell me that is not a dog." She stated when she saw Doc.

"It's not a dog." Cristina, Alex, and Cassie told her in unison. Cassie threw away the wrapper to her bar and closed her locker.

Bailey pager beeped she then informed them, "We have an incoming trauma. Let's go, people."

The group of interns made their way down to the ER where they met the ambulance. One of the paramedics said, "Rick Freeark, he's 29. Severed 3 fingers on his left hand. Controlled the bleeding in the field. Vitals stable gave him 5 of morphine on the way in."

"The fingers?" Bailey wondered where they were. Cassie and Izzie both looked over the patient's chart.

The paramedics continued to move the stretcher as the one answered, "I had some trouble retrieving them, so we took off. Rig behind us found 'em. They're iced and ready to go. Ten minutes out."

"Great. Continue with IV fluids and start a course of antibiotics." Bailey instructed before she turned around and told Cristina to wait for the fingers, while the rest of them placed Rick in a trauma room. Once Bailey arrived Rick kept worrying and comparing his fingers to a penis, which then made Cassie think of penises as fingers or vice versa.