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alarm blaring is what finally drug Eleanora out of her deep sleep. She smacked at it weakly, finally shutting it off. She kept her head buried into her pillows for a few moments before she sat up, squinting around the room.

She rubbed at her eyes, groaning as she quickly stretched. Looking at the time, she sighed, standing up and grabbing her clothes for the day, stomping down the steps leading to her room.

When she reached the bathroom door, she glared at Meredith's room, throwing insults and curses at the woman and whoever she brought home last night around in her head.

As she was opening the door, George walked out, still running a towel through his curly hair. He looked at Eleanora, his eyes widened and and he stopped in his steps when he realized the face she was making.

Replacing her normal, chirpy and sweet self was what George could only describe as a monster. Murderous eyes, with her brows furrowed and a snarl replacing her usual smile on her lips. "G-good morning?"

"No," she seethed, "it is not a good morning. It is a horrible morning! I got four hours of sleep total, probably less, and had to smother my own face with a pillow to block out the crude sounds of Meredith's many, many rounds." She gripped George by the shirt and pulled him out of the bathroom, stepping in. "Now, I have to get ready and shower using painfully cold water because you and Izzie are selfish and don't save any hot water for me, and use toothpaste that someone lost the cap for weeks ago!"

She turned, stomping her foot as she gripped the door knob. "So, no, George, it is not a good morning, nor will it become one!" Once she finished, she slammed the door shut and locked it, leaving George to stare at the wood with a shocked and truthfully scared expression.

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sexcapades have broken Eleanora!" George whisper-yelled at Izzie, his face pale and entire being still shaken from his interaction with their smaller roommate not long ago. "She's...shes mean!"

Izzie snorted, stirring the creamer in her coffee. "Eleanora Amedeo? Mean? George, the sleep deprivation must have gotten to you worse than we originally thought."

He shook his head, gripping the side of the table as he sat down. "No, Izzie, I'm serious. She's ."

Izzie opened her mouth again, but was cut off by Eleanora stomping down the steps. Her eyes were burning with anger as she entered the kitchen, glaring at both George and Izzie.

Izzie's eyes widened, looking at Eleanora angrily making her morning bagel. She moved her eyes to George, who was just nodding fast. "." He mouthed, quickly looking down when Eleanora turned around.

"Has the guy found his way downstairs yet?" She asked through her teeth.

"Guy? As in singular? With that much noise, I doubt it was one." Izzie spoke up, laughing slightly as she went to sit next to George.

"Yeah, do you mind if I don't think about that?" George groaned, his nose scrunching up in disgust. Eleanora rolled her eyes and moved to the other side of the island and hopping up on it.

""Oh? Jealous?" Izzie asked, raising a brow.

George spluttered, a blush rising on his cheeks. "No! I'm not....jealous!"

"Please, the only person who doesn't know about your crush on Meredith is Meredith." Eleanora grumbled. Izzie turned around in her chair to look at her with an impressed look, George looking at her with a hurt expression.

Before anyone could speak, the sound of someone scurrying down the stairs grabbed the threes attention. Their eyes snapped to the door, George leaning on the back legs of the chair to look and Izzie peeking around him. Eleanora only moved slightly from her perch, glaring.

Rushing out of the house quietly was Dr. Derek Shepherd.

Eleanora's mouth drops, George and Izzie mirroring expressions of disbelief. Izzie's soon turned angry, scoffing.

"Well, at least we know brain surgery isn't his only speciality." Izzie states, finishing her coffee with a raised brow.

"They can't be...he's her boss!" George splutters, looking at his two friends.

"He is boss." Eleanora replies, jumping off of the counter. She walks towards the door of the kitchen, grabbing her bag from a chair. "And he's banging Meredith Grey. We need to leave or we'll be late."

Izzie followed behind her calmly, George scurrying after them. "You know," Izzie started, speaking mostly to Eleanora, "she has been scrubbing in on a lot of his surgeries lately."

"So have I." Eleanora replied, leaning against the wall. "Just because she's scrubbing in doesn't mean he's favoriting her because of them fu-"

"Good morning." Meredith chirped, skipping down the stairs. She had everything she needed for the day, knowing that they had to leave at that moment or they'd be late.

"Morning." George echoes half-heartedly, staring at her with a heartbroken expression. Eleanora furrowed her brows and huffed, shaking her head at him.

"Hey, so it sounded like you were having some pretty radical sex last night, all night long. Who was the guy?" Izzie asked nonchalantly, rummaging theough her bag for a moment.

"No one you know." Meredith replied too quickly, already halfway to the door. "Let's go guys!"

Eleanora, George, and Izzie all shared a look for a moment. Eleanora rolled her eyes and stomped after Meredith, George and Izzie following after a few seconds.

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out of the car in the hospital parking lot could not have been done faster for Eleanora. She slammed the door behind her, a scowl on her face as they met up with Cristina.