Post by Amélie Grey on Feb 28, 2007 16:12:12 GMT -5
Amélie sat down on the edge of the pier, feeling the salty sea water sting her.
She was just out of the hospital for a break, but was still on call. The pier was just across from the hospital.
She was just here, chilling, thinking, breathing...
She loved the sea. She'd grown up in the city, in the middle of a country. This was why she loved Seattle; it was surrounded by water on three sides. There were boats, yachts, ferryboats... all sorts of boats. She loved boats. She loved the rocking movement of them, back and forth, back and forth... it was just so relaxing. She would love to have a boat. Really.
Lucas' parents had a boat, but she hadn't met them yet. From what Lucas said they were very... well, from the sounds of it, quite snobbish. Well, that was the word Lucas had used (and then had to give a definition of). They sounded fine to Amélie, but she got the impression that Lucas wanted to see how her family felt about him before taking a risk and introducing her to his parents. They knew about her of course, she had met Douglas and Chandra and Chandra's daughter, Tabitha (whom everyone called Tabby. Chandra was also pregnant, expecting the baby in May), and they'd gotten along very well. She liked them both, and according to Lucas, they liked her. And approved of their relationship, which, right now, was an unusual thing. Most doctors really frowned upon it - that was why Watson hated her so much. He thought she was dating a resident just for the surgeries and favours...
Not true. Lucas was pathology, Amélie never actually talked to him professionally unless a patient had died, but every doctor did that. She couldn't use Lucas for surgeries, because he had no control whatsoever over them.
They don't know, Amélie thought fiercely in French. Let them spread rumours about me. They just don't get it.
Some of the stigma associated with her had been pretty bad; she had gotten a lot of stick from her peers. But, as she had said to Lucas, she'd been through a lot worse than a couple of doctors looking down on her. But Lucas had actually been spoken to by the Chief to ensure that a) he wasn't taking advantage, and b) that there would be no favouritism at all. And the words stuck to them like mud.
Meredith didn't get it that badly when she was dating McDreamy. That was mild in comparison.
The thing that really got Amélie though, was that she was being discriminated against for going out with Lucas, when, for example, Callie was married to an attending. As far as she knew, no words had been spoken to either of them there.
Not that she resented Callie. God no. She just didn't understand it. Yes, she'd expected something like that, but not in the concentration that it was in. Some of the other interns, like Rob, openly despised her because of this. But, as Andrew put it, Rob was just a derriére.
Amélie stared down into the dark water. There was no sea in Paris obviously, just the River Seine. The sea was different, it was wilder, harsher, and, at least in Amélie's eyes, more beautiful. It seemed endless, of endless width and depth. It made everything seem small and inconsequential.
Like the stars. Being able to lie back on the grass and see the stars was another reason she loved St. Merediths. Paris had so much light pollution, you could barely see the stars. It was such a waste, there was something about the stars that just touched your soul...
Amélie stared out over the water. She was staring towards somewhere in Asia, she didn't even know where. The water was dark, but clear.
Life was a bit like water. It starts off pure and clean and then, it just gets dirty, in more than one sense of the word. Like mud... mud has a lot of metaphors attached to it.
Amélie's pager went off. She jumped up and ran across the road to the hospital.
She was just out of the hospital for a break, but was still on call. The pier was just across from the hospital.
She was just here, chilling, thinking, breathing...
She loved the sea. She'd grown up in the city, in the middle of a country. This was why she loved Seattle; it was surrounded by water on three sides. There were boats, yachts, ferryboats... all sorts of boats. She loved boats. She loved the rocking movement of them, back and forth, back and forth... it was just so relaxing. She would love to have a boat. Really.
Lucas' parents had a boat, but she hadn't met them yet. From what Lucas said they were very... well, from the sounds of it, quite snobbish. Well, that was the word Lucas had used (and then had to give a definition of). They sounded fine to Amélie, but she got the impression that Lucas wanted to see how her family felt about him before taking a risk and introducing her to his parents. They knew about her of course, she had met Douglas and Chandra and Chandra's daughter, Tabitha (whom everyone called Tabby. Chandra was also pregnant, expecting the baby in May), and they'd gotten along very well. She liked them both, and according to Lucas, they liked her. And approved of their relationship, which, right now, was an unusual thing. Most doctors really frowned upon it - that was why Watson hated her so much. He thought she was dating a resident just for the surgeries and favours...
Not true. Lucas was pathology, Amélie never actually talked to him professionally unless a patient had died, but every doctor did that. She couldn't use Lucas for surgeries, because he had no control whatsoever over them.
They don't know, Amélie thought fiercely in French. Let them spread rumours about me. They just don't get it.
Some of the stigma associated with her had been pretty bad; she had gotten a lot of stick from her peers. But, as she had said to Lucas, she'd been through a lot worse than a couple of doctors looking down on her. But Lucas had actually been spoken to by the Chief to ensure that a) he wasn't taking advantage, and b) that there would be no favouritism at all. And the words stuck to them like mud.
Meredith didn't get it that badly when she was dating McDreamy. That was mild in comparison.
The thing that really got Amélie though, was that she was being discriminated against for going out with Lucas, when, for example, Callie was married to an attending. As far as she knew, no words had been spoken to either of them there.
Not that she resented Callie. God no. She just didn't understand it. Yes, she'd expected something like that, but not in the concentration that it was in. Some of the other interns, like Rob, openly despised her because of this. But, as Andrew put it, Rob was just a derriére.
Amélie stared down into the dark water. There was no sea in Paris obviously, just the River Seine. The sea was different, it was wilder, harsher, and, at least in Amélie's eyes, more beautiful. It seemed endless, of endless width and depth. It made everything seem small and inconsequential.
Like the stars. Being able to lie back on the grass and see the stars was another reason she loved St. Merediths. Paris had so much light pollution, you could barely see the stars. It was such a waste, there was something about the stars that just touched your soul...
Amélie stared out over the water. She was staring towards somewhere in Asia, she didn't even know where. The water was dark, but clear.
Life was a bit like water. It starts off pure and clean and then, it just gets dirty, in more than one sense of the word. Like mud... mud has a lot of metaphors attached to it.
Amélie's pager went off. She jumped up and ran across the road to the hospital.
