⇢ CHAPTER 58

of the meeting with the lawyers, the victims of the plane crash had decided to think it over and to give their response in the following meeting once Cristina and Arizona had been notified and weighed in their thoughts.

"Holly," Derek whispered as the duo left the conference room, "you were practically asleep in that meeting."

"It's not my fault every intern, resident, and attending has a stick up their ass!" Holly defended in a whisper, "I make perfect O.R. schedules, tell the residents where to go-- and everything's fine until they come to me asking to be switched." She glared at the floor, "Whiny babies. That's what they are."

"Oh, look at that." Derek chimed, looking over Holly's shoulder, "Your boyfriend's here."

"Boyfriend?" Holly quirked an eyebrow before she turned around to see Jackson and squinted at Derek, "Not funny."

Derek chuckled, "It is to me." He nudged her, "Go. Get some sleep and don't be a pushover."

Holly rolled her eyes and began to walk to Jackson, muttering, "I'm not a pushover." Once she reached him, she nodded, "Hey."

"Hey." Jackson greeted before revealing the hand he had hidden behind him to show a cup of coffee, "Here you go."

"Ooh." Holly's eyes opened to their full size as she grabbed the cup and took a sip before looking at him, "Thank you."

"You're--" Jackson cut himself off once Holly grabbed onto his arm as she squinted at something in the distance, "...Holl?"

"Is that my sister?" Holly asked, taking a step closer to the figure a few feet away from them, "Or am I sleep deprived?"

"No," Jackson shook his head, holding in a sigh, "that's your sister." Jackson watched as Holly let go of his arm and began to walk over to April to greet her before the two began a long conversation. He chuckled and muttered under his breath, "I can't believe the same thing has happened twice now."

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"My office is bland." Holly sighed, placing her tray of food in next to April before she sat down, "And it's all because took their furniture back."

"It's a nice couch!" April defended, raising her hands in surrender, "I put it in the guest room at the house."

"Oh, great." Holly squinted at her sister, "My couch is in a guest room in Moline, and the fridge is gone--"

"Where did you put the white board?" Jackson asked, intrigued as to where the items went.

"I..." April looked down in shame, realizing she should've kept some things for Holly, "...I donated it." 

"Great." Holly nodded, stabbing her fork into her food-- she knew it was stupid to get frustrated over the board, but after the conversation she had with a department head who wanted nothing more than for Holly to switch their residents, she had given into her negative mood.

"Why don't you just redecorate your office?" Alex suggested, eating his sandwich as Jackson chuckled at his statement, "Just get a couch or something."

"So you can sleep on it?" Holly quirked an eyebrow before chuckling, "If redecorated my office, it'd be worse than it already is." She sighed, placing her head on her palm, "All it has is a chair, computer, and occasionally a few residents who love to complain because they think I'm going to switch the service they're on." Holly brought her hands to her face, "I hate them."

"" Cristina's voice came out of Meredith's tablet, ""

An idea came to Jackson's head as Holly shrugged and agreed, "That sounds like a nice plan."

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"Holly," Derek chimed as Holly finished writing on the O.R. board after getting interrupted by interns, "M.V.C.'s coming in, you ready?" Although he couldn't operate, Derek still continued to monitor and scrub in on Holly's solo surgeries to converse when she could.

Holly smiled, a twinkle in her eye as she nodded her head and placed the marker back, "Yeah--"

"Dr. Kepner." A first-year attending walked up to her, successfully blocking her path to Derek, who began to walk away to assess the brain injuries, "I need to discuss with you the residents you've put on my service."

"Dr. Marn--"

"They're idiots." The attending added, "Complete, utter idiots that can't learn anything. Do you know why, Dr. Kepner?"

"No, why--"

"Because they're idiots."

"Well," Holly smiled tightly, walking around the man to get to Derek, "this is a teaching hospital after all, so why don't you teach them to not... be idiots?" She turned around, expecting to see a clear hallway in front of her and instead bumped into an intern, "Ow. What?"

"Sorry, Dr. Kepner." The intern apologized before sighing, "Can I be switched to--"

"You're an intern," Holly recited Cristina's words to her on her first day, "bottom of the surgical food chain. Take it as 'you get what you get and don't get upset,' okay? Or take it up with your resident. They assign where you go, not me."

"Dr. Kepner."

"Oh, my God." Holly groaned, turning around to face the nurse, "What now?"

"There's a leak in O.R.two," The nurse pointed at the O.R. board Holly just made, "the board needs to be fixed."

"Oh, great." Holly sighed, running a hand through her hair before she looked at the nurse, "Page Dr. Steve Mostow to help Dr. Stepherd with the M.V.C. crashes." 

The nurse nodded before grabbing the phone, "Right away, Doctor."

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Callie slammed the container that held their hot coffee before turning around to face the group, "My wife is disabled." She took a step forward as memories of the surgery she just left flooded her brain, the one where Alex Karev continuously asked when her wife would be back along with Sofia's cries about the whereabouts of her father, "My daughter's father is dead. There's nothing we can do about that." Her steps led her to the front of the group, "But this money will pay for Arizona's rehab. It would take care of our little girl," She rephrased for emphasis, "Mark's little girl."

Meredith's eyes trailed to Derek and Holly, who both glanced down at the table in mourning as Callie continued.

"This is a huge amount of money. It's a life-changing amount of money."