Time of Place: Middle of Kidney Transplant Surgery.

Where: OR Two. In, Seattle Grace Hospital, located on the Surgical Floor.

I was freaking out! I'm holding a real kidney in my hands. Me, being a selfish person, I was thinking about my boyfriend Dr. Derek Shepard, head of Neurology (brain). Also, my boss and Attending.
I slowly walk back to the operating table. Where, stood my chief of Residency, Dr. Bailey, and George O'Malley waiting for me. "Don't think of the kidney in my hands." I muttered to myself.
Then, suddenly the kidney fell to the floor. My face turn red, as I stood there in shock and embarrassed. I hate myself, like literally. What kind of Surgeon am I?
Dr. Baily turn her head to face me standing there, with my mouth gaping open. She gave me a look and shouted at me. "Five Second Rule! Five Second Rule!"
I knew what that meant and immediately pick up the kidney from the floor, and rush back to the table and place it back in the icy bucket.
Dr. Bailey, and George rush to my side, and tried to clean up the organ that I dropped. I stood there feeling hopeless. "Can I helped?" I asked Dr. Bailey.
"No! You don't touch anything else!" Dr. Bailey said glaring at me.
The Chief rush in, and shouted out angrily. "Who drop the damn kidney?" The Chief asked glaring at everyone.
I gulp. I'm so dead right now! The Chief helped Dr. Bailey, and George, as I glanced down at the floor. Chief Webber gave me a harsh look, he now knows it was me.
A second later, we place the kidney inside the patient's body hoping the organ will turn pink. I felt sick to my stomach. I really screw up.
After the surgery, I must tell my best friend and person, Christina Yang. Who's super obsessed with Cardio (heart) Surgeries, and tough around the edges. This, is the thing I liked about Christina? I can tell her about anything, about Derek, and basically about anything.
The machines began to beep like crazy. Shit! The patient is crashing! Because, of me and my clumsiness. I rush to the patient's chest, and began to perform CPR. While, everyone in the OR do other things to helped save the patient's life.
While, I was doing CPR, I began to tear up. "I'm so sorry. This is all of my fault." I whispered to my dead patient.
Bad news, the patient didn't make it, and the Chief turn to me, glaring as he bark a command to me. "Called it Grey!"
I hung down my head, refusing to make eye contact with everyone in the room. "Time of death." I mumble glancing at the clock on top of the wall. "10:00 P. M." I added, walking out of the room and into the Scrub In Room.

Hey everyone who read this. This diary entry take place in Season 5 episode 7 (I think) in Meredith's Resident year. I will tried my best to make this story awesome and entertaining and full of drama!