InsaneJournal

The Zombie Apocalypse had come and gone and it turned out it wasn't nearly as apocalyptic as it was supposed to be. The zombies eventually turned to corpses which turned to bug ridden shells which turned to another thing for the strong men to dispose of. Leaving Doctor Lexie Grey to clean up. Lexie couldn't lie, though - the cleaning was better than thanking about the place the management had sent her. It wasn't that they'd sent her back to when her mother died that bothered the brunette so much - it was that she'd managed to just come to accept it so easily. She tried three times to change everything - to get the best doctors she knew to see that they were lining up for the most impossible set of complications, and in the end she was left to just accept that there was really nothing that she could do.

So, Lexie found a broom and she started sweeping away the dried and rotted bug carcasses that littered the corners and nooks of her beloved Clinic. sometimes, she couldn't help but feel the only thing she had here was this damned place. This room with butcher block topped tables masquerading as suitable exam space. Sheets that turned to curtains that didn't give anyone any  real privacy, just the sense that they could pretend. She had inadequate supplies, a fellow doctor who kept eating away at their limited stock of pain pills, and a clientele who wanted her to feel useful. Really, Lexie Grey just felt like she was going through the motions. She was keeping up with the clinic and she was trying to be supportive and a good doctor; but, in the end, was that the only reason they brought her here? To be the one who patches people up and sends them back out again so they can be tortured again? The thought alone was exhausting.

Sweeping the large pile of bugs into a dustpan and chucking them out the front door, Lexie would return to the seldom used clinic and set the broom aside. A peek at her watch and she wondered how long she should wait for any patients to come through the door. Then again, it wasn't like she had anything better to do.

A spot at the folding table and Lexie and her cards started up a game of solitaire. She had to do something, after all. Didn't she?