Season 1 Greys Anatomy Work Direct

Silence. Alex smirks. Cristina doesn’t blink. Meredith’s pen falls to the floor.

"The game. They say a person either has what it takes to play, or they don’t. My mother was a world-class player. I grew up on the sidelines, holding her water bottle, watching her win. But here’s the thing about the game of surgery: it doesn’t care about your last name. It only cares about what you do when the blood hits the floor." season 1 greys anatomy

She doesn’t know yet that strings are all that hold her together. Silence

First day. First trauma. A young woman, construction accident. Rebar through the abdomen. Dr. Preston Burke, cool as dry ice, asks for a differential. Cristina fires off answers like bullets. Dr. Derek Shepherd— wait, Derek Shepherd? —walks in. Meredith’s heart stops. Meredith’s pen falls to the floor

Miranda Bailey, their resident, marches in. Five feet of pure, unadulterated terror.

“Which of you handed me a patient with a ruptured spleen and wrote ‘owwie’ in the chart?”

The locker room. A herd of nervous, over-caffeinated twenty-somethings in short white coats that are too white. Cristina Yang, already diagnosing everyone’s posture. Izzie Stevens, former model, hiding her lingerie ads under a pile of textbooks. George O’Malley, kind eyes, desperate to be seen as a man and not a puppy. Alex Karev, leaning against a locker like he’s already bored of you.