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I stroll down the hall with a grin plastered on my face like none other. "That was an AMAZING surgery...Dr. Torres has her surgical skills down to an art. That patient barely lost ANY blood at all!" I mumble at myself in untter admiration.
Then I stop as another wave of nausea begins to hit. "I have to call the clinic, and I have to do it now." I whisper, guarding my stomach. I run up to the nearest nurses station and nearly growl at one of the members of the Vagina squad as I reach for a phone to page Meredith. I need to talk to Meredith.
"Ugh. It smells like baby up here." I mutter at one of the interns. "I don't know how you stand it."
My eyes dart around the unit, and there's not sight of Bailey or the Vagina Queen. All is well.
Then I stop as another wave of nausea begins to hit. "I have to call the clinic, and I have to do it now." I whisper, guarding my stomach. I run up to the nearest nurses station and nearly growl at one of the members of the Vagina squad as I reach for a phone to page Meredith. I need to talk to Meredith.
"Ugh. It smells like baby up here." I mutter at one of the interns. "I don't know how you stand it."
My eyes dart around the unit, and there's not sight of Bailey or the Vagina Queen. All is well.