psl scene 002
Meredith Grey was going to be in trouble, that much was sure. Bailey was going to absolutely murder her when she saw her. She was supposed to be at the hospital, dressed and ready for rounds at six thirty. It was now five minutes past seven and Meredith had just swung her car, nearly hitting a parked one, into the parking lot outside the hospital. She was a dead intern walking. And it was all Derek's fault, at least in her mind it was. They had been 'dating' a week, again, if you could call it that. Since, no one, not even Cristina had said anything about it, if they even knew. They'd been dating a week and she'd crashed out, in his arms on his tiny little excuse for a couch, in his trailer, watching Conan on his television. See, it was all his fault that she wasn't at her home, in her bed, where her alarm clock was. No, instead, she was woken up to the sound of her phone vibrating across a hard wooden table top that made up Derek's desk/dining room table. Meredith Grey was not the type of person who liked to be awoken to the sound of plastic vibrating across wood. No, the alarm on her alarm clock was much more peaceful sounding. And it was also set for thirty minutes before she had to be at work. Instead of being a message from Cristina, asking where the hell she was, and telling her how Bailey was going to absolutely and seriously kill her. It was kind of obvious to say that the last twenty five minutes had been a mad dash for Meredith. She was in the kind of hurry that almost certainly entailed your hair frizzing out and flying around you and you almost definitely tripping over your own feet.

She had left Derek a quickly scrawled note. The man could sleep through almost everything. Perhaps it was all that hair covering his ears. That had to be it. That was the only way that a man could sleep through the frenzied noise that Meredith had left in her path to put her shoes on, grab her coat and phone and run outside to her Jeep. She made it to the hospital in record time, seeing as how Derek lived about fifteen minutes further away from the hospital than she did. The entire way there she thanked whatever God there may be, that she was a surgeon and capable of multitasking. As she drove, she managed to get her hair pulled up into a makeshift ponytail, and also managed to locate her beeper from the inside of her bag, and clipped it to the waistband of her jeans, just to make it easier once she actually got into the hospital. She made the mad dash to the locker room, taking her coat off on the way and folding it hastily over her arm. The locker room was abandoned when she barged into it. Meredith went straight for her locker, pulling her turtleneck off over her head, and tossing it in there, before pulling the powder blue scrubs on immediately after. She did the same for her pants and slipped out of her flats and quickly put on her Chucks, hopping towards the door as she did so. Damn it, forgot her stethoscope and her beeper was still attached to her jeans. She hastily went back to the locker, and pulled both of the offending items from their respective places, putting one around her neck and the other attached to her pants.

It didn't take long to find the rest of the group, Cristina, George, Alex and Izzie plus a few other interns that she wasn't particularly close with, followed Bailey into the room of a patient that must have arrived over the night. Meredith tried to slip into the back of the group, but had no luck, since as she slid in beside Cristina who was giving her the 'where the hell have you been?' look, Dr. Bailey said, without even sparing her a glance, as she took the chart from the end of the patient's bed, "Nice you you to join us, Grey," before she started to go through the routine of introducing the patient to the group, explaining why they were there. Meredith at least had the good sense to look ashamed when she was called out for being late. "Where the hell were you?" Cristina leaned over and whispered harshly, voicing her earlier look. "I overslept... It's not a big deal," Meredith told her back, keeping her eyes forward on the case, not wanting to draw more attention to herself than she'd already gotten. She could tell though, from the corner of her eye, that Cristina very clearly was not buying that it was just that she 'overslept'.