Grey’s Fiction

I was mortified. I had just been rushed into an ambulance after falling at a competition, but this was different. My leg was throbbing and my head was spinning, never had a been in this much pain before in my life. I wasn’t even sure how I fell, but I woke up to my mom and coach over me telling me to keep my eyes open and stay awake. And to make it worse, I wasn’t even in the comfort of my home town. Of all places, I was competing in Seattle. The EMTs who rushed me into the ambulance hauled me out when I arrived at the hospital. I looked up at the big red sign that read Seattle Grace Hospital. For some reason, this sounded familiar.

Some nurses from the hospital grabbed the stretcher and pulled me into a room to examine me. A tall doctor walked in and looked at me. I looked for his name tag but it was nowhere to be found. He had long black hair with streaks of grey. His chin bone was very well defined and he was extremely attractive. If the medical field ever fell through, he could always take up male modeling. He introduced himself as Dr. Shepard and explained that he would be examining me to see the extent of head trauma I had. A few minutes later a second doctor entered the room. Her name was Dr. Grey. She saw the doctor that was checking me for symptoms of head trauma and immediately she lit up. I was getting the feeling she might like Dr. Shepard. I looked outside the room and saw three nurses huddled together, giggling and looking at Dr. Shepard. I could have sworn I heard them call him McDreamy, but it was probably just my head injury. I continued to examine the hospital as the doctors and nurses came in and out of my room. This was just like something I had seen before, but I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. Dr. Shepard explained that they would need to do further tests to make sure I was okay, but he was almost positive i had only gotten a mild concussion. This was good news, because he said that I would be fine and recovery shouldn’t be too difficult. We were talking about what I would need to do to keep my recovery smooth and easy when another doctor walked in the door. I wouldn’t have seen her coming, but the nurses in the hallway stopped talking and staring I knew someone had to be coming. This doctor was a short African American woman who held herself up high with a lot of confidence. It was rather intimidating actually. “Hello miss Mack, my name is Dr. Bailey.” She walked over to my leg and looked at the gadget that was elevating it. “How did this happen?”, she said looking concerned, but I could tell she didn’t really care. These kind of doctors just want to fix stuff. They don’t care about how it happened, but they do care about how they can fix it in surgery. I explained to the doctor what happened and she listened attentively while scribbling notes down on a chart. She then asked if it was okay that she removed the bandage around my leg and I agreed. She unwrapped my leg and examined it. She didn’t look concerned at all, which was a good sign. Dr. Bailey told me that she would take me to get X-rays and then proceeded to help me into a wheelchair.

The hospital was bigger inside than it seemed. The white walls were bare and boring, just like most hospitals. The nurses station had a couple cakes half cut and birthday balloons flying above. As Dr. Bailey wheeled me down the hall, I saw a lot of interesting people. First of all, I noticed that Dr. Shepard was certainly not the only attractive doctor here. I noticed a tall man, probably early 40s, standing against a counter talking to a woman who looked half his age. He was very good looking, with short black and grey hair and beautiful brown eyes. The woman that he was talking to was short and thin. Her name tag said Dr. Grey as well, but it wasn’t the same Dr. Grey as before. They were flirting and I could tell because Dr. Grey kept giggling like a little girl. The man was looking at her with admiration in his eyes, as if his whole world lay dormant in this woman’s soul.

Finally I got to the room where my X-rays would be taken and Dr. Bailey handed me off to the X-ray technician. I thanked her for transporting me and she smiled and l left the room. This hospital had a nice feel to it. The environment was hopeful, the opposite of what most hospitals are like. I really liked this place and I knew that it I was ever in Seattle again, I might just have to come back and visit.