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first floor rec room / makeshift clinic | sunday | december 6

Just like yesterday, Dr. Alex Karev was back in the clinic, tending to the sick, the comatose, the pregnant, and the people that just needed a place to conveniently socialize. The exam rooms were still curtained off and no named nurses were going back and forth, checking on those that had been admitted. The waiting room was blessedly empty and Alex was kicked back behind the desk, writing on a clipboard and looking very busy as one usually is in a hospital.

His pager was blissfully quiet and Alex was grateful for the momentary downtime. Being a doctor was a tough job.

[second verse, same as the first. bring me your tired, your hungry, your comatose, your whatever! alex has a bad bedside manner (unless you're a girl or griff, apparently) so feel free to play off that. ocd is up! come in!]

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"But I have to think of--" Jean clutched her smooth, flat, perfectly trim stomach. "--someone else now."

Alex, Dr. Karev, stared at her. "That didn't show up in any of the tests I ran last night. Why didn't you tell me? Why?"

"I had to know for certain." By not taking any tests at all.

"That makes no sense," Alex raged (for no real good reason) and tossed his clipboard on the floor. "Keeping things from your doctor is dangerous!"

Nevermind that he'd had other things on his mind.

"But I love you!" How that made any difference was up to the audience, really.

Alex glowered at her obvious machinations and held up a hand. "No, you don't. You've proven yourself capable of trickery before. I refuse to get drawn in. It's over."

Yeah, they're whole one night stand thing was just OVER.

"Alex--" Oh, the pretty crying that ensued there. "I thought you were different from all the other men."

"Well, you thought wrong. I don't love you." He loved another. "You should leave. Now."

Gathering up her clothing, Jean fled the room before the pain could get any worse and she had to faint in pain and painfulness.

All she could say as she left was, "I hope you're happy with Griff."

And then she flounced. Like a queen flouncer.

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first floor rec room / makeshift clinic | sunday | december 6

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