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Extraordinary
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Ongoing, First published Aug 23, 2021
The year you spend as a surgical intern is arguably the most important. It's what makes or breaks a Doctor and what separates the strong from the weak. It's almost like a game. There are rules and judges, setbacks and victories, challenges and trials and not everyone makes it out alive. 

My mother taught me how to play the game and she taught me well. I was barely out of the womb before the scalpel was back in her hand. I saw the inside of an OR before I saw the inside of a school and I sat in the Gallery watching surgeries the way my peers watched cartoons.

I couldn't be anything other than a surgeon if I tried. She raised me to be extraordinary, but all I ever seem to do is fall short.

OR 

Meredith Grey copes with her trauma in some unhealthy ways. Will Addison be able to intervene before it's too late?
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27 parts Ongoing

She was eighteen. Barely out of med school. Barely a woman. And today, she was an intern. The hospital was alive with a pulse all its own-monitors beeping, wheels rolling, voices cutting through the air, alarms wailing. Every second counted. Every choice had consequences. Every patient carried a story she couldn't yet understand. And she had to step in anyway, pretending she already knew how to hold life in her hands. Secrets waited behind every door, in every whispered conversation. Colleagues who smiled could be plotting, nurses who laughed could be judging. She would learn quickly that trust here was fragile. Feelings she hadn't yet named would be tested-and sometimes broken. Friendships would fracture. Admiration would turn to resentment. Love, for people she once held dear, would splinter into a thousand jagged pieces, leaving her to gather them up, careful not to cut herself in the process. Mistakes weren't just mistakes here-they could be fatal. Every misstep weighed heavy, every hesitation amplified. Yet in the chaos, there were glimpses of triumph: the steadying of a terrified patient, the relief of a family who thought hope had fled, the quiet pride when a procedure went right, even if the world didn't notice. Her body ached from exhaustion. Her mind raced from information overload. Her heart trembled under the weight of responsibility she hadn't been prepared for. And still, she pushed forward, determined, stubborn, alive. Because this was the beginning of everything she had worked for. The beginning of a life that demanded courage, focus, and relentless resilience. The beginning of a journey where she would be tested, broken, and rebuilt. And somewhere, in the corridors of this hospital, between life and death, between despair and hope, she would find out who she truly was-and what it meant to survive. female oc x male oc