(Locked to Sophie)

[not_a_dr_yet]

Meredith shut down the computer with a sigh. She'd just finished reading the mountain of links that Dr. Kokoris had sent to her, covering the various surgeries they'd be performing in the coming week. Walking into the kitchen, she opened the refridgerator, looking over the contents, then slammed it shut with a sigh. Retreating to the other side of

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[sophiadubenko]

As promised, Sophie picked up her cell phone to call Meredith back in Chicago. It didn't matter that the girl was currently a bit drunk, more than a bit tired and definitely still angry at her father and now her stepmother as well. She said she'd call so that's what she did.

Waiting for the phone to be answered on the other end, Soph began haphazardly pulling off her clothes and then flopped unceremoniourly on her bed. Come on Mere, answer la telephone.

[not_a_dr_yet]

Meredith had just finished carrying her take-out onto the balcony when the phone rang. With a quick prayer that it wasn't Dr. Kokoris, she picked up the phone.

Hello? Sophie? Sophie! Oh my God, are you alright?

[sophiadubenko]

I'm fine. She said calmly, cradling the phone between her head and shoulder so she could pick at the banadage around her injured hand. Went and partied with the queer crowd in WeHo earlier. Before that got intoa bitch match with my stepmother. Life is faaaaaaaaaaaaaabulous.

[not_a_dr_yet]

Poor thing. Meredith cradles the reciever against her ear and begins opening boxes. Is there anything I can do?