Fic: Bringing Sexy Back (6/?)
Hey. Here's Chapter 6 of my fic. :)
Fic: Bringing Sexy Back.
Rating: Nothing worse than the show.
Feedback: Of course, feedback is like our crack!
Summary: Izzie is having a hard time figuring out just where she stands in her career and her relationship with George.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything, unfortunately. It would be cooler if I did though.
Spoilers: In this fic, George and Izzie are still together and the fic follows the show up until the ep. “Physical Attraction, Chemical Reaction.” After that this fic goes AU.
Dedicated to Joseba for his birthday, which was like months ago, but it’s the thought that counts, right? Hope you have a great 21st year buddy! And to the 80th BGL (gizzie) thread at Fanforum. :)
Just a little warning, the medical situations in this may be completely off. I don’t know anything, really, when it comes to hospitals or medical situations, so prepare yourself for having to suspend your belief and imagination.
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Fic: Bringing Sexy Back.
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Mitch had to keep a fast pace to keep up Izzie as they walked towards the O.R.
“So how bad is it?” He asked.
“Well on a scale of 1 to 10, one being not so bad, ten being the worst possible scenario… I would give it about an eight.”
“An eight?” Mitch asked, trailing just behind Izzie, not sure how to take the answer. “What’s a nine?”
“That she’s dead,” Izzie said, keeping her fast pace, she looked back at her intern who was struggling to keep up with her. “You’re going to have to keep up with me, Mitch. I have other things to do today, much more important things than fixing some else’s mistakes.”
“What’s a 10?”
“Ten would be that she was dead, you were madly in love with her and had promise to marry her, AND you were still alive after it all to face the Chief.”
“Oh,” Mitch said, speeding up his walk. “I’m sorry, I know I’ve said that a lot in the last 20 minutes, but I really mean it.”
“I could give you the big speech about how in our job there’s no room for mistakes, but its crap. I can be the first person to tell you that mistakes happen. They happen in life and unfortunately, they happen in our careers. One person shouldn’t have to live in the shadows of their mistakes for the rest of their lives. They shouldn’t have others holding your mistakes over your head and reminding you of them at every turn. There should be learning of your mistakes and acceptance and most of all moving on to be better person and doctor.”
“Right,” Mitch said, nodding his head. He was trying to follow along but he wasn’t quite sure she was talking about him completely. “So does this mean I’m off the hook?”
“Oh, no,” Izzie snorted, coming up to the O.R. door and turning to push it open with her back. “You’re still sooo on the hook, unfortunately, in this situation you also still have to face the chief.”
Mitch swallowed hard as they entered the empty scrub room.
“Luckily, for you Dr. Shepherd and the Chief are both in surgery together. So their ass chewing session can only be limited and from a distance because of the sterile environment they are standing in.”
Izzie turned and looked into the surgical room where Dr. Shepherd and Dr. Webber were working. She took a deep breath before pressing the intercom button.
“Dr. Shepherd, there’s a bit of an issue concerning Mrs. Robinson’s case,” Izzie said, into the speaker.
Both doctors looked up from their position by the patient they were working on.
“The epileptic case?” Dr. Shepherd asked.
“Yes, Dr. Howard, here, made a mistake by giving her 900 miligrams of Minontal.”
“Minontal?!” Both doctors shouted in unison. Izzie flinched at the anger in their voice and looked over to her intern who looked ghostly white.
“Yeah, that about covers the reaction I had as well.” Izzie said back into the intercom.
“Who the hell signed off on that?” Dr. Webber demanded to know.
Izzie sighed once more before answering. “No one, Dr. Howard, decided to take it upon himself to make the call after I didn’t give him enough time to explain the situation fully.”
“Have you assessed the situation, Dr. Stevens?” Derek said, trying to not let his annoyance show in his voice.
“Yes, she is unconscious at the present time, so I’ve ordered a round of Contraside to reverse the effects of Minontal and saline to try and flush out any left over.”
“I can’t exactly just leave Mr. Clark’s brain exposed to the world.” Derek said, looking down at his patient. “Between the 10 car pile up and the backed up O.R, this is a fine time for carelessness.
“I’ll finished up here and deal with it,” The chief said, then he looked up towards the scrub room where Izzie and Mitch were standing. “I’ll deal with both of you.”
“Well,” Izzie sighed, turning back towards Mitch. “This is just turning out to be the best day ever.”
“Again with the sorries,” Mitch squeaked out, as they both walked out into the hallway.
“Okay, look,” Izzie said, holding her hand up. “I’ve got other cases that I’ve seriously got to work on, so I need you to go monitor Mrs. Robinson and run labs on her.”
“Right, I can do that.”
“Great,” Izzie said, unconcerned, reaching into her pocket to get her pad and pen out. “I need you to run these labs, you’ll be able to track how the drugs are effecting her with these,” she said, while scribbling on the pad.
“Okay, cool. Labs,” Mitch said, nodding his head vigorously as Izzie tore a sheet from her prescription pad and handed it to him.
“Alright then. If there are no further questions, I’m off to kick some major ass of my boyfriend and frienemy,” Izzie said shoving her pad back into her pocket, she didn’t notice an object falling out of her pocket as she turned to leave.
“Okay, thanks! I promise I wont let you down this time,” Mitch called out to his retreating resident. He looked down and noticed what fell out of her pocket. “Oh, hey you dropped you’re…” he called out, picking it up and turning it over to look at it. His eyes went wide at the sight. “…. Dirty pictures….”
He looked up to see if his resident heard him, but she was already out of earshot and turning the corner.
“Oh, boy,” He said, looking back down at the picture of his scantly clad resident in a compromising position. A leering smile slowly spread across his face.
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Fic: Bringing Sexy Back.
Rating: Nothing worse than the show.
Feedback: Of course, feedback is like our crack!
Summary: Izzie is having a hard time figuring out just where she stands in her career and her relationship with George.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything, unfortunately. It would be cooler if I did though.
Spoilers: In this fic, George and Izzie are still together and the fic follows the show up until the ep. “Physical Attraction, Chemical Reaction.” After that this fic goes AU.
Dedicated to Joseba for his birthday, which was like months ago, but it’s the thought that counts, right? Hope you have a great 21st year buddy! And to the 80th BGL (gizzie) thread at Fanforum. :)
Just a little warning, the medical situations in this may be completely off. I don’t know anything, really, when it comes to hospitals or medical situations, so prepare yourself for having to suspend your belief and imagination.
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Fic: Bringing Sexy Back.
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Mitch had to keep a fast pace to keep up Izzie as they walked towards the O.R.
“So how bad is it?” He asked.
“Well on a scale of 1 to 10, one being not so bad, ten being the worst possible scenario… I would give it about an eight.”
“An eight?” Mitch asked, trailing just behind Izzie, not sure how to take the answer. “What’s a nine?”
“That she’s dead,” Izzie said, keeping her fast pace, she looked back at her intern who was struggling to keep up with her. “You’re going to have to keep up with me, Mitch. I have other things to do today, much more important things than fixing some else’s mistakes.”
“What’s a 10?”
“Ten would be that she was dead, you were madly in love with her and had promise to marry her, AND you were still alive after it all to face the Chief.”
“Oh,” Mitch said, speeding up his walk. “I’m sorry, I know I’ve said that a lot in the last 20 minutes, but I really mean it.”
“I could give you the big speech about how in our job there’s no room for mistakes, but its crap. I can be the first person to tell you that mistakes happen. They happen in life and unfortunately, they happen in our careers. One person shouldn’t have to live in the shadows of their mistakes for the rest of their lives. They shouldn’t have others holding your mistakes over your head and reminding you of them at every turn. There should be learning of your mistakes and acceptance and most of all moving on to be better person and doctor.”
“Right,” Mitch said, nodding his head. He was trying to follow along but he wasn’t quite sure she was talking about him completely. “So does this mean I’m off the hook?”
“Oh, no,” Izzie snorted, coming up to the O.R. door and turning to push it open with her back. “You’re still sooo on the hook, unfortunately, in this situation you also still have to face the chief.”
Mitch swallowed hard as they entered the empty scrub room.
“Luckily, for you Dr. Shepherd and the Chief are both in surgery together. So their ass chewing session can only be limited and from a distance because of the sterile environment they are standing in.”
Izzie turned and looked into the surgical room where Dr. Shepherd and Dr. Webber were working. She took a deep breath before pressing the intercom button.
“Dr. Shepherd, there’s a bit of an issue concerning Mrs. Robinson’s case,” Izzie said, into the speaker.
Both doctors looked up from their position by the patient they were working on.
“The epileptic case?” Dr. Shepherd asked.
“Yes, Dr. Howard, here, made a mistake by giving her 900 miligrams of Minontal.”
“Minontal?!” Both doctors shouted in unison. Izzie flinched at the anger in their voice and looked over to her intern who looked ghostly white.
“Yeah, that about covers the reaction I had as well.” Izzie said back into the intercom.
“Who the hell signed off on that?” Dr. Webber demanded to know.
Izzie sighed once more before answering. “No one, Dr. Howard, decided to take it upon himself to make the call after I didn’t give him enough time to explain the situation fully.”
“Have you assessed the situation, Dr. Stevens?” Derek said, trying to not let his annoyance show in his voice.
“Yes, she is unconscious at the present time, so I’ve ordered a round of Contraside to reverse the effects of Minontal and saline to try and flush out any left over.”
“I can’t exactly just leave Mr. Clark’s brain exposed to the world.” Derek said, looking down at his patient. “Between the 10 car pile up and the backed up O.R, this is a fine time for carelessness.
“I’ll finished up here and deal with it,” The chief said, then he looked up towards the scrub room where Izzie and Mitch were standing. “I’ll deal with both of you.”
“Well,” Izzie sighed, turning back towards Mitch. “This is just turning out to be the best day ever.”
“Again with the sorries,” Mitch squeaked out, as they both walked out into the hallway.
“Okay, look,” Izzie said, holding her hand up. “I’ve got other cases that I’ve seriously got to work on, so I need you to go monitor Mrs. Robinson and run labs on her.”
“Right, I can do that.”
“Great,” Izzie said, unconcerned, reaching into her pocket to get her pad and pen out. “I need you to run these labs, you’ll be able to track how the drugs are effecting her with these,” she said, while scribbling on the pad.
“Okay, cool. Labs,” Mitch said, nodding his head vigorously as Izzie tore a sheet from her prescription pad and handed it to him.
“Alright then. If there are no further questions, I’m off to kick some major ass of my boyfriend and frienemy,” Izzie said shoving her pad back into her pocket, she didn’t notice an object falling out of her pocket as she turned to leave.
“Okay, thanks! I promise I wont let you down this time,” Mitch called out to his retreating resident. He looked down and noticed what fell out of her pocket. “Oh, hey you dropped you’re…” he called out, picking it up and turning it over to look at it. His eyes went wide at the sight. “…. Dirty pictures….”
He looked up to see if his resident heard him, but she was already out of earshot and turning the corner.
“Oh, boy,” He said, looking back down at the picture of his scantly clad resident in a compromising position. A leering smile slowly spread across his face.
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