Samantha rushes upstairs and changed into a red long sleeve shirt with jeans. She rushed outside to her car. Once she was in she was on her way.
Once Samatha reached the hospital she rushed inside to where all the other interns were. And just to her luck the chief of surgery was there too. He lead them inside of a OR to let them get a feel of it. "Each of you comes today hopeful, wanting in on the game. A month ago you were in med school being taught by doctors. Today, you are the doctors. The seven years you spend here as a surgical resident will be the best and worst of your life. You will be pushed to the breaking point. Look around you. Say hello to your competition. Eight of you will switch to an easier specialty. Five of you will crack under the pressure. Two of you will be asked to leave. This is your starting line. This is your arena. How well you play, that's up to you." The Chief of Surgery finished his speech. He leads the interns to their locker room.
As they were putting on there scrubs a fellow intern walked up to Samatha, "There's only 6 women out of 20 interns." Samatha says as she was putting on her shoes,"And I hear one of them is a model. Yea that's totally going to help with the respect thing." They both finished putting on there scrubs "Your Christina right." She shakes her head saying yes. "Which resident your assigned to? I got Bailey
"The Nazi. Me too." Samatha laughed, A fellow male surgeon walked up too them, "You got the Nazi? So did I. At least we'll be tortured together, right? I'm George O'Malley. Uh we meet at the mixer. You had on a black dress with a slit on the side, strap sandals, and now you think I'm gay. No I'm not gay. It's.... It's just that you we're... you were very unforgettable. A random doctor called out there names "Bailey?" Christina went and asked someone. They pointed to a short brown skin women. "That's the Nazi?" Christina asked in disbelief. "I thought the Nazi would be a guy." George said.
"I thought the Nazi would be... a Nazi." Samatha said in shock. A brown eyed blonde girl walked past her, "Maybe it's professional jealousy. Maybe she's brilliant and they call her the Nazi because they're jealous of her. Maybe she's nice." Christina looked at the girl up and down, "Let me guess.... your the model." The blonde stared at Christina before she approached 'The Nazi'.
The blonde spoke first, "Hi, I'm Isobel Stevens but everyone calls me Izzie." The 'Nazi' looked at her then the rest of people. "I have 5 rules. Memorize them. Rule number 1. Don't bother sucking up. I already hate you, that's not gonna change.Trauma protocol. Phone lists. Pagers. Nurses will page you." She paused as she started to walk down the hall,"You answer every page at a run. A run! That's rule number 2. Your first shift starts now and lasts 48 hours. Your interns, grunts, nobodies, bottom of the surgical food chain. You run labs, write orders, work every second night until you drop and don't complain." The walked around the hospital. Then they got towards the on call rooms, "On call rooms. Attendings hog them. Sleep when you can, where you can. Which brings me to rule number 3. If I'm sleeping, don't wake me unless your patient is actually dying. Rule number 4. The dying patient better not be dead when I get there. Not only will you have killed someone, you would have woke me for no good reason. We clear?"
Samatha raised her hand, Dr. Bailey pointed to her, "You said five rules. That was only … four." Bailey looked at and was about to say something but her pager started going off, "Rule number five. When I move, you move. Get out of my way!"
They ran to the roof and waited for the helicopter to bring there trauma. "What do we got?" Bailey asked the paramedic. "Katie Brice, 15-year-old female, new onset seizures, intermittent for the past week. I.V. lost en route, started grand mal seizing as we descended."
They took her down and brought her into her own private room. "Alright get her on her side. Izzie 10 milligrams of diazepam I.M. No no. The white lead is on the right. Righty whity.... smoke over fire. A large bore I.V. Don't let the blood hemolyze. Let's go!"
Another doctor walked in, "What do we have? Wet fish on dry land." Bailey looked at the doctor, "Absolutely Dr. Burke." As Dr. Burke oversaw how the interns were stabilizing the patient, "Dr. Bailey lets shotgun her." With that he left out the room. "That means every test in the book.... C.T. , CBC, Chem-7, tox screeen. Christiana, your on labs. George, Patient work-ups. Samatha, get Katie for a C.T. She's your responsibility now."
"Wait what about me?" Izzie asked. Bailey scoffed," Honey you get to do rectum exams.