She Hates Me

[dr_alex_karev]

It's late, and I'm bleary-eyed, but if I don't finish this charting tonight, I will hate myself tomorrow. As I'm nearing the bottom of the stack, I glance up and catch the back of Meredith's head. I groan and slide the stack off of the counter, ducking into the lounge. I just can't deal with it tonight. I need to get this shit done

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[dr_isobel_s]

I stop reading when I hear his voice, looking from my book to the new stacks of paper across from me, then finally up at him.

"Okay," I reply, focusing back on my article.

[dr_alex_karev]

She doesn't seem to care, so I sit down and try to reorganize, looking for where I left off before I saw Meredith. As I skim the chart, I squint, trying to read my writing. It's impossible.

"Hey," I toss the chart to her. "What does that say?"

[dr_isobel_s]

I sigh and give him a look, holding his chart up to my face as I adjust my glasses.

"100-mg Dilantin over four hours," I mumble, throwing the chart back at him. I smile a little when he jumps.

[dr_alex_karev]

He glare says it all. We're not on speaking terms. I can't keep track of who is and who isn't talking to me.

"Thanks," I answer, catching the chart. I read it over, and she's right. After I check the dosage, I continue on, finishing up that patient quickly.