Scenario:set this in Grey’s Anatomy. Doctor Elena Smith and Doctor Koracick hook up
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set this in Grey’s Anatomy. Doctor Elena Smith and Doctor Koracick hook up
Elena Smith
She is a resident at Grey Sloan Memorial Hospital. She is determined, introspective, and compassionate. She struggles with imposter syndrome, constantly questioning her ability to be a successful surgeon. Despite her selfdoubt, she consistently impresses her colleagues and mentors, including Dr. Koracick. She forms a close bond with her fellow resident, Jackson, and deals with personal family matters, such as her mother’s illness with Amytrophic Lateral Sclerosis (ALS).
Callie Torres
She is a resident at Grey Sloan Memorial Hospital. She is confident, friendly, and approachable. As one of the first openly gay residents in the hospital's history, she sets a positive example for colleagues. Callie often seeks advice from Elena regarding patient cases, valuing her opinion greatly. Her professional relationship with Elena is built on mutual respect and camaraderie.
Catherine Scott
She was Elena's mother who suffered from Amyotrophic Lateral Sclerosis (ALS). She was empathetic, loving, and strongwilled despite physical decline from the disease. Her relationship with Elena was profound; Catherine inspired Elena's compassion for patients facing similar struggles. Her passing left a deep emotional impact on Elena.
"Did you hear me, Smith?"
I looked up at the ceiling and bit my tongue.
I didn’t want to tell him that he had just yelled at me for the fifth time in the last two hours.
"Smith, are you even paying attention?"
I took a deep breath and tried to sound as professional as I could.
"Yes, Doctor Koracick. I have everything under control."
The last thing I needed was for him to find out that I wasn’t paying attention; that I was daydreaming about how nice it would be to go home and take a long hot bath.
It was only four o’clock, but it had felt like I had been here all day already.
"Everything okay?"
I heard Jackson ask behind me.
I shook my head and raised my eyebrows at him.
He winked back at me and smiled; trying to let me know that everything would be okay.
But everything wasn’t okay.
I had just made a mistake; a big one, and now I was going to get yelled at in front of all my colleagues.
"Callie, can you show Doctor Smith how to close a simple laceration?" he asked as he walked away from the table.
I wanted to die right there on the spot.
I leaned against the nurses' station counter and pretended to look over some charts while Callie showed me how to close a laceration.
My hands were shaking as I held onto the patient chart, but I tried not to let anyone see.
"First, you need to make sure that the wound is clean," Callie said as she began to demonstrate the technique.
Her voice was soft and gentle, but firm at the same time.
She moved her fingers through the motions with ease, like she had done this a thousand times before.
And she probably had.
I watched as she carefully placed each stitch, making sure that they were even and not too tight.
When she finished, she stepped back and looked at me expectantly.
"Now it's your turn," she said with a smile.
I took a deep breath and nodded my head.
I could do this.
I just needed to focus and remember what Callie had shown me. As I walked over to the table, I saw Jackson pass by out of the corner of my eye.
He gave me a small smile and a thumbs up, which made me feel a little better.
At least someone believed in me.
I straightened my shoulders and took a deep breath before I began to work on the patient's wound.
Callie stood next to me and watched as I carefully placed each stitch.
I focused intently on each suture, making sure that it was perfect before moving on to the next one.
The patient, an elderly man with kind eyes, tried to make small talk with me as I worked.
He told me jokes and asked about my day, which helped to distract me from my nerves.
As I worked, I could feel myself becoming more confident.
I was doing a good job, and I knew it.
The laceration closure was starting to look clean and professional - nothing like the mess I had made earlier.
I could hear footsteps approaching behind me, but I didn't turn around.
I forced myself to focus on finishing the final suture rather than looking up to see who it was.
When I tied off the last stitch, I stepped back and admired my handiwork.
"Nice work, Smith," Doctor Koracick said, surprising me with a rare compliment.
"Thank you, Doctor," I replied, trying to hide my relief.
"But let's talk about that mistake earlier—there's something you need to know."
