New Perspective // Grey's Anatomy // [Book 1 of Grey's Series] (COMPLETED) ✔️

23. Tell Me Sweet Little Lies

It was a new day which meant new cases. I went to the locker room to change. When I walked in I saw Cujo, the dog that Mer had adopted. I changed into my scrubs and tried to ignore the argument that was happening. "He peed on my bed. My bed, Meredith." Iz told her.

"He's our dog." Meredith told them.

"No, he's not my dog. You two brought him without even asking me." George told the both of them.

"We rescued him from certain death. Come on, you guys." Meredith said to them, if they needed to rehome him, I would have him but my apartment building didn't allow dogs unless they were small.

"I'm putting my foot down. Either the dog moves out, or I do. Foot down now. Me or the dog, which is it?" George said to Mer putting his foot down. She looked at Cujo before looking at George. "You hesitated. She hesitated!" George said repeatedly.

"You hesitated?" Iz questioned her.

"I didn't hesitate. I was thinking." Mer said to them, George started walking away.

"You have to think about it? Fine. I'm moving out right now." George said while walking to the door. He opened it and there stood Bailey. "Later, I'm moving out later because right now, I have rounds." George said before walking over to his locker. Bailey entered the room and looked at Cujo.

"Tell me that is not a dog." She said while looking at him.

"It's not a dog." Alex, Cristina and I said at the same time as if we'd rehearsed it. Her pager went off. We went to the ambulance bay seeming as we had an incoming trauma.

"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." Stan said informing us as the took him out the ambulance and into the hospital.

"The fingers?" Bailey asked him.

"I had some trouble retrieving them, so we took off. Rig behind us found 'em. They're iced up ready to go. Ten minutes out." He told her.

"Great. Continue with I.V. fluids and start a course of antibiotics. Yang, Y/l/n, wait outside for the fingers." Bailey told us, I had wondered what had happened.

"Yes!" Me and Cristina both said at the same time, we both went outside and waited for the fingers. When the fingers came we took them to Derek.

"Well, the cuts look clean. That's good. A clean sever makes reattachment easier. Now I'm not gonna lie to you, if the surgery is successful, we're looking at a long recovery with lots of physical therapy. Do you smoke?" Derek said to Mr. Freeark.

"Why?" He asked him not understanding why it was an important question.

"Cigarette smoke constricts the blood vessels. I've seen really good grafts fail over a few cigarettes." Derek told him explaining it to him.

"So what are you saying, I smoke a cigarette after my operation, and- -and boom, my fingers fall off?" Mr. Freeark said to him, I don't think he understood any of this. Me and Cristina were prepping the fingers.

"No, first they turn black and necrotic, and then they fall off." Cristina said to him.

"Well...I don't smoke, so..." He said but I picked up one of his fingers.

"Really because judging by these nicotine stains, your fingers do."  I told him he looked at me and Cristina before looking at Shepherd. Derek needed to go over more stuff with Mr. Freeark so me and Cristina went outside to deal with his chart.

"Hey, Yang, Y/l/n. You were both a little harsh in there." He said to us while coming out the trauma room.

"Well, he was lying. Besides, your harsh is another man's refreshing." Cristina told him as the three of walked through the hallway.