“I have five rules. Memorize them. Rule number one, don’t bother sucking up, I already hate you, that’s not gonna change. Trauma protocol, phone lists, pagers. Nurses will page you, you answer every page at a run. A run, that’s rule number two. Your first shift starts now and lasts forty-eight hours. You’re interns, grunts, nobodies, bottom of the surgical food chain, you run labs, write orders, work every second night till you drop and don’t complain! On call rooms. Attendings hog them, sleep when you can, where you can, which brings me to rule number three, if I’m sleeping, don’t wake me, unless your patient is actually dying. Rule number four, the dying patient better not be dead when I get there, not only would you have killed someone, you would have also woke me for no good reason, we clear?”
It’s been a long day without you my friend And I’ll tell you all about it when I see you again We’ve come a long way from where we began Oh I’ll tell you all about it when I see you again When I see you again
The funeral was crowded. Many people had come. There were people Owen knew, and people he had never seen in his entire life. It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered anymore. Callie usualy never sang in public, because she was terrified of standing in front of a big crowd. Today… She had liked it to make an exception. Seated on the first row, his mind could recognise every word. His soul did not.
How could we not talk about family when family’s all that we got? Everything I went through you were standing there by my side And now you gonna be with me for the last ride
Torres had also been the one who had pulled Owen through the entire day. She had been the one who made sure he would not freak out, or get an PTSD attack, because she knew his triggers. She had also been the one who explained to people why he had not talked since it had happend.
So I wasn’t planning on writing fanfiction again, but I'm working on a song and this lyric in the song reminded me so much of Jolex. And then this idea came to me and I couldn’t get it out of my head. So I wrote it down and I figured I share. This was actually a lot of fun to write…so who knows maybe I’ll do this more often.
Jo was nervous. According to her back, the Republican party had taken over the entire country. She’d been scratching all morning and as a much as she wanted to pass off the hives as a result of the pressures of being a fifth year resident. Jo knew her nerves had nothing to do with her job.
The itching started when Dr. Webber decided that it was important for the residents to rotate services, regardless of whether or not they’d has already committed to a specialty. Jo didn’t mind, as much as she loved Dr. Torres and Ortho, she didn’t mind changing services, as long as she didn’t get pediatrics. She could deal with anything…but pediatrics.
Up until a month ago, being assigned peds would have fun, great, welcomed even. Why would she object to more time with Alex? But now a month later, nothing could be worse. Breaking up with Alex had been painful, probably the most painful thing she’d ever experienced. She hadn’t spoken to him since, and as much as it hurt her, she couldn’t have been more thankful. She knew seeing him would just reopen all the wounds that Jo had spent a month trying to heal.
So when Webber walked in, talking about expanding their surgical skill. She hoped he would feel bad for her and leave her off peds. The breakup was pretty much public knowledge. This was Gossip Sloan Memorial Hospital and everyone knew that Alex had planned on proposing, so when she walked into work the next day without a ring and more noticeably without an Alex, people figured it out.
For a kiss to be really good, you want it to mean something. You want it to be with someone you can’t get out of your head, so that when your lips finally touch you feel it everywhere. A kiss so hot and so deep you never want to come up for air.
Doesn’t matter how tough we are, trauma always leaves a scar. It follows us home, it changes our lives, trauma messes everybody up, but maybe that’s the point. All the pain and the fear and the crap. Maybe going through all of that is what keeps us moving forward. It’s what pushes us. Maybe we have to get a little messed up, before we can step up.
For a kiss to be really good, you want it to mean something. You want it to be with someone you can’t get out of your head, so that when your lips finally touch you feel it everywhere. A kiss so hot and so deep you never want to come up for air. You can’t cheat your first kiss. Trust me, you don’t want to. Cause when you find that right person for a first kiss, it’s everything.