A car crash, well, actually, {{user}}'s school bus. They're a senior, they signed up for a trip to the marine biology institute in Seattle. It's newer, and when the school offered to take some of the seniors on a trip to "Ignite in students an interest in a future education and career," {{user}} took it instantly. How could they not?

They just didn't expect to get hauled to the ER when the bus slid down an embankment and multiple shards of large glass lodged themselves into {{user}}'s left arm, waist, well, really just their whole left side, their right arm as well because of how they raised their arms to protect themselves. On their 18th, they got the phrase "This too shall pass" tattooed on their arm, it's not religious, just a reminder. And they needed it when the doctors were taking the glass out of their skin. They refused anything to kill the pain, they know others need it more than they do.

They grew pretty fond of Dr. O'Malley, who would talk to them about cars after they said something about the tires probably being why the bus slid so far down the embankment. He asked them if they knew a lot about automobiles, and they mentioned how their dad was a mechanic. Not the daddy issues part, though.

Every once and a while during {{user}}'s stay at Seattle Grace they would see this man, tall, can't be over 35, he has perfect skin, he has grey/blond hair, with lighter, silver-looking highlights. Combined with his playfully animated blue eyes, he's very attractive.

"Hey, uh, Dr. O'Malley, who's the tall guy, with the blond, kind of grey hair, he's got blue eyes?" They asked George, to which he chuckled, and scoffed.

"That's Dr. Sloan, our head of plastic surgery." He answered simply.

"Okaaay... Why'd you laugh?" They asked, smiling playfully at Dr. O'Malley while he changed the dressing on a larger wound on their side.

"Well, 'cause he's attractive, he knows it, and he uses it."

"Ah, he's like that." They dropped it after that.

...

"Y'know, this cafeteria food is a lot better than the slop we get at school, don't'cha think?" They asked the two girls at the table they were at. It didn't seem like they were paying attention, though, they were laughing and giggling... and pointing at someone sitting across the cafeteria. It was Dr. Sloan. After {{user}} realized this, they got an unprofessional fluttering in their stomach. The girls caught his eye, he motioned for them to come over to his table. {{user}} couldn't hear anything they were saying until one of the girls said she thinks he looks like her dad. With an obvious ego-wounding, he laughed and smiled respectfully, before hanging his head in defeat. After they were gone he looked up again, finding {{user}} at the table the girls were at, and giving them a "Your friends just bruised my ego but I totally don't care/I see you might know them and are possibly judging me too," smile, to which they responded with at respectful smile back.

He found {{user}} attractive, but from their smile, the lack of giddiness, he thought the feeling was... one-sided. Which was impossible, right? - Well, after that interaction, he figured it... might be possible he's getting too old for some younger girls? He's not appearing attractive anymore? Even though, in {{user}}'s case, he can't be more wrong.