Fic: Bringing Sexy Back (10/?)
Here's the next part to Bringing Sexy Back.
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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“And since the metal is lodged in the area of the left ventricle and the muscles must be holding it place, I suggest we go with a paramedian sternomoty,” Cristina explained, while George handed Hahn papers with info explaining their plan. “We’ll open the pericardium sac to expose the structure around the metal and extract it.”
“And what about clots?” Hahn asked, reading the charts in her hands.
“I suggest we temporary knot the wound using a finger as you make horizontal mattress sutures to avoid any clots or scarring.”
“Horizontal mattress sutures?” Hahn asked, nodding. Cristina couldn’t read her expression as she read the papers in front of her. “Alright, time is fading fast, let’s hear what you’ve got Stevens.”
“I am suggesting a rather unique approach,” Izzie explained. “Coil Embolization.”
The announcement was a surprise as they all looked at the blonde doctor. Izzie placed her research on top of Cristina’s so that Hahn could read it.
“Coil Embolization?” Hahn asked, intrigued. Both Cristina and George looked over at the cardio doctor in surprise.
“Yes, the hospital has new catheters that I think could be really beneficial if we incorporate them into the case.”
George looked over at his girlfriend and smiled proudly at her. She had managed to work his idea about the new catheters into the case. Izzie didn’t notice the smile as she continued her explanation.
“In most cases, coil embolization is used to stop the bleeding in aneurysms, so I thought we would take a similar approach since bleeding is also a factor for this case. Once we extract the metal, the new catheters will insert metallic occluding coil into the effected arteries to prevent abnormal bleeding, which will allow us to repair the damage to the left ventricle. My research and notes explain it more in detail if you choose this approach.”
The cardio doctor skimmed through the papers in her hands.
“Hmmm,” She said, deep in thought as she read. “Interesting.”
“Interesting, as in, this sounds like a kick ass plan, so I pick you?” Izzie asked, hopeful.
“Or interesting, as in, I’m saying nice words to let you down easily?” Cristina asked in the same hopeful tone.
“I think I’ve made my decision,” Hahn said, looking up at the doctors who were listening intently in front of her. She handed them both back their research information.
Cristina and Izzie glanced at each other as they both held their breaths and prepared for the answer.
“I’m going to go with…”
“I’m afraid that will have to wait,” Bailey interrupted.
They all turned to the shorter doctor standing at the door.
“Stevens’ off the case,” Bailey announced.
“What?!” Izzie objected, taken off guard. “Why?”
“Something’s come up,” Bailey said, not explaining in further detail.
Izzie walked up to her mentor and lowered her voice. “Is this about the epileptic case mishap? Because I have my intern, Mitch, on it.”
“Yes and no,” Bailey explained, but then also lowered her voice.
“Look I just need you to come with me. Trust me when I say, you don’t want to do this here. This is the last thing I want to be doing today, so just come with me so we can get it over with.”
Izzie furrowed her brow in confusion as she looked at Bailey. It had to be important if Bailey wanted her. She was suddenly worried about the epileptic case. She looked back at the others behind her who were all watching keenly.
“I guess I’ll retract my offer of skills for this case,” Izzie said, shoulders slumping in disappointment.
“That’s a shame,” Hahn said, simply. “This is a hell of a case to miss out on.”
Izzie then sighed as she turned to leave. George watched with concern as she walked out.
After both doctors left, Hahn turned back around to Cristina. She sighed heavily and crossed her arms.
“So I guess this just leaves you,” She said, annoyed.
Cristina’s brow furrowed at the doctors disappointed tone.
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Izzie followed Bailey down the hallway. The other doctor was being silent as she walked, which did not calm Izzie’s nerves. Bailey was not one to be silent. When you screwed up you knew it. There was yelling. There was punishment. There was lots of commotion coming from the shorter doctor. There was even an occasional whack on the arm. But silence, silence you feared. If you hit the silent level you knew it was bad.
“Has something happened with Mrs. Robinson?” Izzie asked, nervously. “Mitch is supposed to keep me updated on the situation. I have him running labs to watch her condition.”
“Mrs. Robinson is still unconscious,” Bailey said coming up to the nurses’ station and turning around to talk to Izzie. “However, Mitch is no longer on the case.”
“What?” Izzie asked, surprised. “Why not? Did he screw up again … I swear my interns have some kind of brain deficiency because they put up this mental block when it comes to things I tell them to do.”
“I betcha they wont have mental blockage about this,” Bailey muttered.
“Huh?”
Bailey looked around them. Several nurses and interns looked away and tried to look busy.
“Here, follow me,” Bailey said, leading Izzie into the residents locker rooms. Once they were inside, she motioned towards the bench in front of their lockers. “Sit.”
Izzie looked at her confused and crossed her arms defensively.
“What’s going on?” Izzie said. “You’re starting to freak me out. No one’s dead are they?”
“Not yet, depends on how you take the news,” Bailey said.
“Okay, again, huh?” Izzie said, now more confused than ever. “Dr. Bailey you’re not making…”
“I said sit,” Bailey demanded. “This is a sitting lecture, so sit!”
Izzie quickly sat down on the bench. She gulped nervously as the doctor in front of her started pacing.
“How long was it before you knew I had a husband?” Bailey asked.
Izzie’s brow furrowed in confusion as she watched the doctor pace in front of her, she thought carefully about the answer to her question.
“Um, probably when we found out you were pregnant… so a couple of months, I guess,” She said, unsure where this conversation was going.
“Right! Months. There were months before you found out I had a personal life outside the walls of this hospital,” Bailey said, still pacing. “Months were you only knew me as your beloved, respected mentor. An emphasis on beloved and respected part.”
Izzie listened as the doctor in front of her ranted. She was still completely lost in the conversation.
“And do you know why months went by before you knew anything about my private life?”
“Well, you’re a lot of things Dr. Bailey, but I wouldn’t exactly describe you as open book about your life. Plus, you probably didn’t want your new naïve interns all in your business.”
“Exactly!” Bailey said, pointing to her. “All in your business is bad. There should be no, all in your business, in the hospital business. Do understand what I’m saying?”
Izzie raised an eyebrow at her mentor
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“I can’t say that I do,” She said, tilting her head to the side and scrunching her face together in confusion. “You’re not exactly being clear.”
“Well this should make things clearer,” Bailey said, whipping the picture in her pocket out and showing it to the blonde doctor.
Izzie’s eyes went wide and gasped loudly when she saw the object being held out in front of her. She quickly snatched it out of Bailey’s hand.
“Oh my God! Where did you get this?!” She demanded to know, standing up suddenly. “Oh, crap. This is bad.”
“The chief,” Bailey deadpanned, now standing still.
“You got it from the chief?!” Izzie screeched. Now she was the one pacing back and forth. “How did this..? Where did… No.. wait…what? How?!”
“All very good questions,” Bailey said, simply. “It seems he got it from your intern Mitch.”
“Mitch?!” Izzie said, shocked. “One of my interns had it?! One of my crappy interns who are all smug and… and …”
“Disrespectful?” Bailey finished the sentence for her.
“Yes!” Izzie said, nodding her head vigorously. “Oh, this is bad. This is bad as bad as can be. There is no more level of bad to go. People in the future will be able to pinpoint this moment and say ‘Yup, that’s about the highest level of bad an employee can go!’”
“Well, while having porny pictures get passed amongst your interns is pretty bad, I wouldn’t say it was the highest level of badness.”
Izzie heavily sat down on the bench again.
“I can’t even believe my interns saw this. Like they needed anything else to give me more flak about.”
“So I’m assuming you didn’t give Mitch this little jewel to share with the rest of the class?”
“No!” Izzie answered, quickly. “I don’t even like any of them!”
Bailey looked down at the blonde doctor in front of her who was staring at the picture in her hand sadly.
“Well, as much as I’m enjoying the karma for all the grief I got from you all as interns, this shall pass.”
Izzie sighed heavily.
“This was supposed to be something special just for George, something for him to notice me again. Even this blew up in my face.”
“Don’t worry, like I said, it wont be long before something else dirty and embarrassing happens to someone else and all thoughts about naughty resident pictures will be forgotten. It always does in this sex crazed place.”
“What about just embarrassing mistakes like the minontal case?”
“That too shall pass in time,” Bailey said, looking down at Izzie who had her head resting on her hands, drained. “Look, we all make mistakes.”
“Trust me I know,” Izzie replied, sarcastically. “If I’m confident in anything it’s the knowledge that I’ve made mistakes.”
“Well, you know, learning from experience is a great teaching technique,” Bailey tried. “And if any of those smug, disrespectful interns can learn from example, than you have something to offer. Mistakes don’t mean anything unless you learn from them and grow. And you have. Be confident in that.”
Izzie just nodded her head. It made her feel better that Bailey wasn’t holding the pictures against her, but she couldn’t help the cold feel of despair sliding through her
“Let’s just not make any more scantly clad pervy mistakes,” Bailey added with a nod.
Izzie just snorted her agreement.
“So Mitch is off the case and I’m on?” Izzie asked, disheartened.
“Right, the chief is still stammering and blushing from your dirty pictures, so the way he’s choosing to handle this situation is ignorance and deferring action. Hence, Mitch being off the case.”
Izzie nodded her understanding. She would gladly take over the case if that were her punishment.
“And you’ll be given plenty of time to learn and grow from your latest mistakes while at home tomorrow as punishment for not following your intern close enough as well as for emotional damage against the chief.”
Izzie let her head fall heavily against the locker behind her. Then she set up as she thought of something.
“So, one day suspension to avoid all the dirty picture jokes and drug-coma cracks…. I think I could do that.”
“Good, but before that you have to make sure Mrs. Robinson comes through okay. You’ll need to sit with her for the next several hours to make sure she comes out okay. So you better get to it, you have a long night ahead of you.”
“Right,” Izzie nodded. “I’m just going to take a few moments in here before I have to go face the smirk-y faces and snide remarks. If that’s okay.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t worry too much about the smirk-y faces, soon they’ll probably be busy watching the impaled cardio case from the gallery,” Bailey said, walking out of the room.
Izzie moaned as she remembered the amazing case she was missing out on.
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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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“And since the metal is lodged in the area of the left ventricle and the muscles must be holding it place, I suggest we go with a paramedian sternomoty,” Cristina explained, while George handed Hahn papers with info explaining their plan. “We’ll open the pericardium sac to expose the structure around the metal and extract it.”
“And what about clots?” Hahn asked, reading the charts in her hands.
“I suggest we temporary knot the wound using a finger as you make horizontal mattress sutures to avoid any clots or scarring.”
“Horizontal mattress sutures?” Hahn asked, nodding. Cristina couldn’t read her expression as she read the papers in front of her. “Alright, time is fading fast, let’s hear what you’ve got Stevens.”
“I am suggesting a rather unique approach,” Izzie explained. “Coil Embolization.”
The announcement was a surprise as they all looked at the blonde doctor. Izzie placed her research on top of Cristina’s so that Hahn could read it.
“Coil Embolization?” Hahn asked, intrigued. Both Cristina and George looked over at the cardio doctor in surprise.
“Yes, the hospital has new catheters that I think could be really beneficial if we incorporate them into the case.”
George looked over at his girlfriend and smiled proudly at her. She had managed to work his idea about the new catheters into the case. Izzie didn’t notice the smile as she continued her explanation.
“In most cases, coil embolization is used to stop the bleeding in aneurysms, so I thought we would take a similar approach since bleeding is also a factor for this case. Once we extract the metal, the new catheters will insert metallic occluding coil into the effected arteries to prevent abnormal bleeding, which will allow us to repair the damage to the left ventricle. My research and notes explain it more in detail if you choose this approach.”
The cardio doctor skimmed through the papers in her hands.
“Hmmm,” She said, deep in thought as she read. “Interesting.”
“Interesting, as in, this sounds like a kick ass plan, so I pick you?” Izzie asked, hopeful.
“Or interesting, as in, I’m saying nice words to let you down easily?” Cristina asked in the same hopeful tone.
“I think I’ve made my decision,” Hahn said, looking up at the doctors who were listening intently in front of her. She handed them both back their research information.
Cristina and Izzie glanced at each other as they both held their breaths and prepared for the answer.
“I’m going to go with…”
“I’m afraid that will have to wait,” Bailey interrupted.
They all turned to the shorter doctor standing at the door.
“Stevens’ off the case,” Bailey announced.
“What?!” Izzie objected, taken off guard. “Why?”
“Something’s come up,” Bailey said, not explaining in further detail.
Izzie walked up to her mentor and lowered her voice. “Is this about the epileptic case mishap? Because I have my intern, Mitch, on it.”
“Yes and no,” Bailey explained, but then also lowered her voice.
“Look I just need you to come with me. Trust me when I say, you don’t want to do this here. This is the last thing I want to be doing today, so just come with me so we can get it over with.”
Izzie furrowed her brow in confusion as she looked at Bailey. It had to be important if Bailey wanted her. She was suddenly worried about the epileptic case. She looked back at the others behind her who were all watching keenly.
“I guess I’ll retract my offer of skills for this case,” Izzie said, shoulders slumping in disappointment.
“That’s a shame,” Hahn said, simply. “This is a hell of a case to miss out on.”
Izzie then sighed as she turned to leave. George watched with concern as she walked out.
After both doctors left, Hahn turned back around to Cristina. She sighed heavily and crossed her arms.
“So I guess this just leaves you,” She said, annoyed.
Cristina’s brow furrowed at the doctors disappointed tone.
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Izzie followed Bailey down the hallway. The other doctor was being silent as she walked, which did not calm Izzie’s nerves. Bailey was not one to be silent. When you screwed up you knew it. There was yelling. There was punishment. There was lots of commotion coming from the shorter doctor. There was even an occasional whack on the arm. But silence, silence you feared. If you hit the silent level you knew it was bad.
“Has something happened with Mrs. Robinson?” Izzie asked, nervously. “Mitch is supposed to keep me updated on the situation. I have him running labs to watch her condition.”
“Mrs. Robinson is still unconscious,” Bailey said coming up to the nurses’ station and turning around to talk to Izzie. “However, Mitch is no longer on the case.”
“What?” Izzie asked, surprised. “Why not? Did he screw up again … I swear my interns have some kind of brain deficiency because they put up this mental block when it comes to things I tell them to do.”
“I betcha they wont have mental blockage about this,” Bailey muttered.
“Huh?”
Bailey looked around them. Several nurses and interns looked away and tried to look busy.
“Here, follow me,” Bailey said, leading Izzie into the residents locker rooms. Once they were inside, she motioned towards the bench in front of their lockers. “Sit.”
Izzie looked at her confused and crossed her arms defensively.
“What’s going on?” Izzie said. “You’re starting to freak me out. No one’s dead are they?”
“Not yet, depends on how you take the news,” Bailey said.
“Okay, again, huh?” Izzie said, now more confused than ever. “Dr. Bailey you’re not making…”
“I said sit,” Bailey demanded. “This is a sitting lecture, so sit!”
Izzie quickly sat down on the bench. She gulped nervously as the doctor in front of her started pacing.
“How long was it before you knew I had a husband?” Bailey asked.
Izzie’s brow furrowed in confusion as she watched the doctor pace in front of her, she thought carefully about the answer to her question.
“Um, probably when we found out you were pregnant… so a couple of months, I guess,” She said, unsure where this conversation was going.
“Right! Months. There were months before you found out I had a personal life outside the walls of this hospital,” Bailey said, still pacing. “Months were you only knew me as your beloved, respected mentor. An emphasis on beloved and respected part.”
Izzie listened as the doctor in front of her ranted. She was still completely lost in the conversation.
“And do you know why months went by before you knew anything about my private life?”
“Well, you’re a lot of things Dr. Bailey, but I wouldn’t exactly describe you as open book about your life. Plus, you probably didn’t want your new naïve interns all in your business.”
“Exactly!” Bailey said, pointing to her. “All in your business is bad. There should be no, all in your business, in the hospital business. Do understand what I’m saying?”
Izzie raised an eyebrow at her mentor
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“I can’t say that I do,” She said, tilting her head to the side and scrunching her face together in confusion. “You’re not exactly being clear.”
“Well this should make things clearer,” Bailey said, whipping the picture in her pocket out and showing it to the blonde doctor.
Izzie’s eyes went wide and gasped loudly when she saw the object being held out in front of her. She quickly snatched it out of Bailey’s hand.
“Oh my God! Where did you get this?!” She demanded to know, standing up suddenly. “Oh, crap. This is bad.”
“The chief,” Bailey deadpanned, now standing still.
“You got it from the chief?!” Izzie screeched. Now she was the one pacing back and forth. “How did this..? Where did… No.. wait…what? How?!”
“All very good questions,” Bailey said, simply. “It seems he got it from your intern Mitch.”
“Mitch?!” Izzie said, shocked. “One of my interns had it?! One of my crappy interns who are all smug and… and …”
“Disrespectful?” Bailey finished the sentence for her.
“Yes!” Izzie said, nodding her head vigorously. “Oh, this is bad. This is bad as bad as can be. There is no more level of bad to go. People in the future will be able to pinpoint this moment and say ‘Yup, that’s about the highest level of bad an employee can go!’”
“Well, while having porny pictures get passed amongst your interns is pretty bad, I wouldn’t say it was the highest level of badness.”
Izzie heavily sat down on the bench again.
“I can’t even believe my interns saw this. Like they needed anything else to give me more flak about.”
“So I’m assuming you didn’t give Mitch this little jewel to share with the rest of the class?”
“No!” Izzie answered, quickly. “I don’t even like any of them!”
Bailey looked down at the blonde doctor in front of her who was staring at the picture in her hand sadly.
“Well, as much as I’m enjoying the karma for all the grief I got from you all as interns, this shall pass.”
Izzie sighed heavily.
“This was supposed to be something special just for George, something for him to notice me again. Even this blew up in my face.”
“Don’t worry, like I said, it wont be long before something else dirty and embarrassing happens to someone else and all thoughts about naughty resident pictures will be forgotten. It always does in this sex crazed place.”
“What about just embarrassing mistakes like the minontal case?”
“That too shall pass in time,” Bailey said, looking down at Izzie who had her head resting on her hands, drained. “Look, we all make mistakes.”
“Trust me I know,” Izzie replied, sarcastically. “If I’m confident in anything it’s the knowledge that I’ve made mistakes.”
“Well, you know, learning from experience is a great teaching technique,” Bailey tried. “And if any of those smug, disrespectful interns can learn from example, than you have something to offer. Mistakes don’t mean anything unless you learn from them and grow. And you have. Be confident in that.”
Izzie just nodded her head. It made her feel better that Bailey wasn’t holding the pictures against her, but she couldn’t help the cold feel of despair sliding through her
“Let’s just not make any more scantly clad pervy mistakes,” Bailey added with a nod.
Izzie just snorted her agreement.
“So Mitch is off the case and I’m on?” Izzie asked, disheartened.
“Right, the chief is still stammering and blushing from your dirty pictures, so the way he’s choosing to handle this situation is ignorance and deferring action. Hence, Mitch being off the case.”
Izzie nodded her understanding. She would gladly take over the case if that were her punishment.
“And you’ll be given plenty of time to learn and grow from your latest mistakes while at home tomorrow as punishment for not following your intern close enough as well as for emotional damage against the chief.”
Izzie let her head fall heavily against the locker behind her. Then she set up as she thought of something.
“So, one day suspension to avoid all the dirty picture jokes and drug-coma cracks…. I think I could do that.”
“Good, but before that you have to make sure Mrs. Robinson comes through okay. You’ll need to sit with her for the next several hours to make sure she comes out okay. So you better get to it, you have a long night ahead of you.”
“Right,” Izzie nodded. “I’m just going to take a few moments in here before I have to go face the smirk-y faces and snide remarks. If that’s okay.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t worry too much about the smirk-y faces, soon they’ll probably be busy watching the impaled cardio case from the gallery,” Bailey said, walking out of the room.
Izzie moaned as she remembered the amazing case she was missing out on.
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