Helena woke up on the morning to the sound of George cursing the in hallway. As she opened her door, still rubbing her eyes, she saw him stumbling on some boxes.
"Not a nice way to wake up, Georgie." The girl sighed as Meredith came to her door as well.
"Yeah, I was having a dream and you ruined it." The blond complained.
"Sorry. These boxes. Oh, the boxes! Callie said she'd bring her stuff over and, huh... it's all here." He struggled to put the boxes back in place.
"Is ok, George, I don't mind." Meredith reassured him as Lena walked over to her.
"Yeah, I like having Callie here." The short girl agreed.
"I don't mind either. Nah, I don't mind a bit." He tried to convince himself. "Kick her out." He whispered.
"What?" Helena asked, confused.
"I can't kick her out!" Meredith agreed. "You're the one that told her she could move in."
"I told her she could stay for a couple days, a couple days. It's been over a week. Now there are boxes and she using my computer. And she's here all the time, you have to kick her out..." The boy was cut short as the woman in question walked out of the bathroom.
"Hey, you guys might wanna wait a little while, there's no more hot water." She warned, starting to walk away.
"Kick her out." The boy whispered to Meredith.
"Mean." Helena mouthed back to him as Callie took some clothes out of her boxes.
Suddenly, Izzie opened her door as well. "Hey, can I ride with you guys to the hospital?"
"You're going to the hospital?" Meredith asked.
"Yeah, I'm gonna go in, talk to the Chief, see about coming back." She explained.
"Oh, yes, that's good! We miss you at work." The brunette girl smiled at her.
"Thanks. Anyway, just let me know when you're leaving."
"That's great. Izzie's coming back. That's... great, right?" Callie questioned.
The female interns nodded in agreement as George simply said. "That's my towel."
"Oh, sorry." The taller woman apologized as she took of the towel, standing naked in the hallway. At that, Helena widened her eyes slightly and looked away instinctively. George simply grabbed the towel and left, a frown on his face. "He's really moody in the mornings." Callie chuckled.
"Yeah!" Helena answered, her voice high pitched as she kept eye contact with the woman.
"He's... yeah." Meredith agreed.
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As Helena and her people waited for the elevator, Derek came out of it. The Portuguese girl was reading an article she'd printed as he talked to Meredith.
"Hi. I had a dream about you last night." The blond revealed.
"You did? What was I doing, bringing you coffee?" The attending asked.
"You were definitely not bringing me coffee. But coffee's good." She smiled, taking the man's beverage.
"I'm told dating starts with a casual invitation over a cup of coffee. So, Meredith, would you like to go to dinner with me tonight? How was that, causal enough?" The man asked the other two interns, who simply shrugged.
"So we're dating?" Meredith asked.
"We're dating. Pick you up at eight." Just as the man left, Helena still deep in her thoughts, Finn came out of the other elevator.
"I was in the neighborhood. Actually, I wasn't but I decided you were worth the detour." The man told the blond, making Helena smile up from her page.
"I had a dream about you last night." She told him, making the short intern's eyebrows shoot up.
"You did?" She asked, trying to hide a giggle.
"I did." She answered, shooting her friend a reprimanding look.
"What was I doing?" The boy asked.
"Yes, Mer, what was he doing?" Cristina teased.
Changing the topic, the girl looked down to find something on Finn's hands. "What's that?"
"It's coffee cake. Best in the north west. Thought I better soften you up so that when I ask you for dinner tonight you have to say yes."
"Dinner tonight? How about that?" Cristina asked, ironically.
"Yes, are you free tonight, Meredith?" Helena played along.
"Actually, I'm not free tonight."
Helena zoned out slightly for a moment, focusing back on her article, until she heard the man leaving.
"You had a dream about the both of them?" The Asian woman furrowed her brows.
"Separately or like... a threesome?" Helena scrunched up her nose, Meredith smiling at her.
"Nice!" The older woman commented. "Just when I think you are boring, you rise."
"I'm dating. And it comes with snacks." Meredith smiled, her face falling as Helena stole her cake and ran down the hallway, giggling.
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As Helena headed down to the pit, ready to start working, a nurse handed her a chart.
"Good morning, Betty." She greeted with a smile.
"Morning, Dr. Campos. Fourth visit in three months." The nurse informed her as the doctor walked over to her patient for the day, a little girl with a broken leg.
"Good morning..." She looked through the chart quickly to find the girl's name. "Megan. I'm Dr. Campos, but you can call me Dr. C if you'd rather. I'll be your doctor for today."
"It's not as bad as it seems!" The girl rushed to explain.
"She fell in the play ground and there was a lot of blood, it looked deep." The mother explained as the young doctor furrowed her eyebrows in concerts. Four visits in three months and a deep wound certainly made the alarms in her head go off.
"We know how this looks. Just so you know, we know how this looks and it's not that. She just plays rough." He father explained. "This is her file. It goes back since way before we got her."
"Before you got her?" The girl asked, confused.
"We're her foster parents. She's such a great kid but... she plays really rough." The mother stepped in.
"Alright. So, why don't you go up to the nurses station, have them make a copy of her file for you while I take care of Megan here?" She gave them a tight lipped smile.
"Alright. We'll be right back, honey."
As the couple left, Helena put her gloves on, noticing a lot of old scars, bruises and cuts on the girl. Frowning slightly, she noticed a particularly bad looking cut in the girls arm.
"Meg, can I call you Meg?" As the girl nodded, Helena smiled kindly at her. "Meg, do you mind if I take a look at your arm here?"
"It's nothing big, I fell from my bike." The girl shrugged as the doctor grabbed her arm, noticing her wound had been stapled shut.
As she tried to keep her expression calm, she asked. "Are those staples?" The girl nodded. "Alright." The Doctor sat down in a bench, attempting to make the girl more comfortable. "You know, Meg, you are safe here right? I won't tell your foster parents what you tell me. Did they do this? Did they staple your arm?" She asked, worried.
"No! I did. I didn't wanna go to the doctor again so I just stapled it, it's no biggy. Can you please just stitch up my leg so we can get out of here?" She asked.
"Meg, people don't just staple themselves... look, you can't go with them ok? I won't let them hurt you anymore." The doctor explained, sighing.
"Dr. C, they didn't do anything! Please, they're my best parents I've ever had. They don't hurt me, I can't be hurt." Helena started gathering her supplies to clean off the girl's wound, still worried. "You don't believe me? Punch me in the stomach, right now."
"I'm going to take off those staples now. Because they're in so deep I'll have to give you a shot to numb the pain." The doctor explained, patiently.
"I don't need a shot!" She argued.
"Trust me, you'll want the shot, it will hurt pretty bad." Suddenly, the little girl started ripping out the staples herself, Helena's eyes widening. "Didn't that hurt?"
The small girl motioned her to come closer. "I have superpowers, ok?"
"Superpowers? Ok, then." She thought for a second. "So, I need to go take care of something really quick. You know, there's another little girl I have to take care of and she doesn't have superpowers, so what do you say I take care of her first, since you can't be hurt?" Helena suggested, attempting to hide the fact she was going to go consult Bailey. Megan nodded affirmatively as the worried doctor left.
As she reached her resident, she called out. "Dr. Bailey?"
"Yeah, Helena."
"I have a kid in the pit, covered in bruised, 10 cm laceration on her arm stapled shut, her fourth visit here in the last three months... At first I though it'd been her parent, but she says it was her."
"Did you call Social Services?" The resident asked, shocked at the information.
"Yes, they're in their way, but she has this whole thing about having superpowers and not feeling pain. Should I do a pressure test on her?" She shook her head slightly.
"Yes, ice water to test her pain. At the very least should keep her distracted while the parents are questioned."
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As Helena walked into the room Megan was now in, she greeted her with a smile. "Hey there, supergirl."
"Where are my parents?" She looked up for her picture book.
"They're taking care of the boring hospital stuff. The paperwork and all of that." She moved a table next to the girl, who sat on her hospital bed, putting a bowl of ice water on it.
"I'm not a moron. They're taking to a social worker." She sassed.
"Ok, Meg." She sighed. "You know, all these bruises and scars you have, they're not normal."
"I get in fights a lot ok? Cause I'm stronger than some of the other kids and I end up defending the ones that are wimpy of small or whatever." The little girl argued.
"You really are a superhero then! Ok, so what do you say we play I game to test your superpower? Put your hand in the bowl, please." She instructed.
"You don't believe me? Punch me in the stomach right here, come on!" She asked, excitedly.
"You see, Meg, I know you have superpowers but other people don't and we can't go around telling everyone now, can we?" She smiled at the girl. "And because I can't tell my boss, I would get in trouble for punching you. So what do you say you put your hand in the water so we can tell how great your powers really are?" Helena played along, hoping to convince the girl.
"Ok, fine." The girl put her hand in the water as Helena started to chronometer the time. "So if for some reason your powers fail or something pull your hand out, ok? You know, sometimes when superheros are tired or have used their powers too much they can start to fail." She explained to the girl, keeping a very serious expression.
"It won't hurt, mine never fail." The girl smiled up at her.
As the doctor saw the seconds tic by, she started to grow worried. As she moved to take the girl's hand out of the ice, she dried it off gently. "Wow, your superpowers really are awesome. You really didn't feel anything?"
"No, Dr. C. Nobody ever believes me. Like, yesterday, in school, this kid said I was full off it so I had to let him punch me in the stomach twenty five times before he believed me. Once with a baseball bat." She told the doctor, who looked at her worried.
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As the interns had lunch, George spoke up. "Callie just called my house her home. Where does she get that? It's not her home."
"Just talk to her already, Georgie. I'm sure she doesn't wanna impose. Besides, I'm betting she didn't mean anything by it." Helena answered, knowing the boy had to solve his own problems.
"What are you doing?" He questioned, noticing the pile of bills on the center of the table.
"Meredith and Finn." Alex explained, nodding vaguely towards where the couple was having lunch.
"50 down on whether Shepherd shows up to challenge Finn to a duo." Cristina added.
"Oh, can I be in with five?" The shorter boy asked, making Lena hit him on the back of his head.
"Gosh, how many times do I have to say it? We don't get on our friend's love lives." She reprimanded through bites of her sandwich.
"Besides, that's not a bet, that's milk money dude." Alex complained, Helena smiling slightly at him.
"Oh and she's laughing! Because he made a joke which probably wasn't funny. Ha ha ha ha!" Cristina laughed sarcastically. "Oh, you funny vet."
"I left the rest of my cash at home. Which I can call it because I live there, I'm not a visitor." He complained.
"I have this kid who says she doesn't feel pain, thinks she's some kind of superhero. I'm taking her for a CT because, yesterday, she let some boy hit her in the stomach with a baseball bat to prove it." Helena changed the subject, invested on Megan's case.
Just then, Shepherd entered the canteen, Cristina and Alex straightening up. "Here we go."
As the man passed by, he got his lunch and turned to leave. Alex smiled victoriously, collecting his money. "Takes it like a man and walks away."
"Oh, no, he's coming back, Alex." Helena giggled at the situation.
"Oh yes he is, Baby Einstein!" The Asian woman perked up excitedly, high-fiving the short intern. "Gimme my money."
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As Helena picked Megan up and put her down on the CT machine, the small girl asked. "How much is this gonna cost my parents?"
"Well, that's not something you need to worry about." Helena smiled at the girl's maturity.
"But this is so stupid, I'm fine!" She whined. "Hey, punch me in the stomach, right here." She asked the nurse that helped prep her.
"Come on, Meg, I've told you. If grownups punch you in the stomach they get in trouble." She explained again.
"Fine, sorry. But you totally could, I wouldn't feel a thing." The child said excitedly.
"Now, I need you to stay still for a little while you're in there. Think of it like when taking a picture: to get a good one you need to stay in place for a little while. Are we ready?"
As Megan nodded, Helena left the room to join Bailey and Addison in the examination of the CT.
"She came in for sutures but she's a walking accident and has got an off the charts pain threshold." The resident told the attending.
"I'd thought Chronic Insensitivity to Pain." Helena shared.
"Exactly, Dr. Campos." The attending smiled at her approvingly. "I've seen it in babies, it's usually diagnosed young but she's been bouncing around in the foster care system..."
As the CT image came up, the interns winced slightly. "Dr. Bailey, is that what I think it is?"
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Megan had, somehow, gotten lost as the doctors were speaking to her parents. So, now, Helena was running around the hospital, attempting to find the girl with severe internal bleeding.
Once she found the little girl hiding under a bed, she sighed with relief. "Megan! We've got half the hospital looking for you. Why'd you run away?"
"Nobody's cutting me open." The girl attempted to run away, being stopped by a firm hand on her shoulder.
"It's gonna be fine, Meg. It's surgery, we do it all the time." She put the girl on a wheelchair with a patient smile.
"You can't keep telling my foster parents I'm defective! They can't afford surgery, it's expensive." Megan complained. "They'll send me back!" At that, the intern's face softened.
"Now, why would they do that? They have their own little supergirl, nobody sends back a superhero." The child smiled tightly at her, relief on her face.
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After Helena operated on the girl, she sat on Meredith's bed, happily sharing the strawberry ice cream Finn had given her.
"Turns out she was just scared that her parents would give her back." Helena finished telling her friend about Megan.
"You really do like peds, huh?" Meredith smiled. At her friend's questioning look, she explained. "Your eyes get all sparkly and excited when you are talking about it."
Suddenly, Izzie joined them, entering the room. "I didn't go in today."
"Maybe tomorrow." Helena suggested, taking another spoon full of the sweet.
As Izzie sat down next to them, George entered the room too. "Callie moved out, which is a relief. I'm so relieved." He said, not very convincingly.
"Well, you don't sound relived." The short girl shrugged.
"Strawberry?" Izzie offered him some ice cream, which he happily took.
"It's good." As he gave the spoon back to Izzie, she looked at it, slightly disgusted.
"You left spit on the spoon."
"No I didn't!" He refuted.
"Yes you did." The three girls said in unison, giggling.