Monday, October 25, 2010

Grey's Anatomy: April Kepner

Did you know I grew up on a farm? I grew up on a farm so you know, blood, blood doesn’t bother me. I slaughtered a pig once, that’s a lot of blood. Bleeding like a stacked pig, that’s a saying, to bleed like a pig, it means something. But you don’t think of people as having that much blood. You learn in med school how many pints we all have in us, but you don’t realize it until you see it, you don’t get how much blood can escape our bodies. Oh my god, she’s just, she’s like almost anorexic, she’s five pounds. You wouldn’t think she had that much blood in her but she did, she did. Reid’s dead, someone shot her!

My name is April Kepner. I’m 28 years old. I was born on April 23 in Ohio. I’m from Columbus, Ohio. My mom, my mom is a teacher and my dad is a farmer. Corn, he grows corn. Their names are Karen and Joe. I have three sisters, Libby, I’m next and then there’s Kimmie and Alice. I haven’t done anything yet. I’ve barely lived. I’m not finished; no one’s loved me yet. Please, I’m someone’s child, a person. I’m a person.

It’s just been easier to help out with this stuff. It’s easier coming back as that than coming back as the doctor who made a mistake and killed someone, killed someone’s mom. I’m not sure I can be that person. So if you’re not sure that you need me, then maybe I shouldn’t be here.

Now move! Or I will run you down.

When I was little, I ... I wanted a pony too, and you know what happened ... I, uh, worked really hard, and I got one.

Sparkle... that was the name of my pony.

It's weird, it's weird, it's weird. I mean he's old and mean. He's like the Grinch.

You deserve for people to like you.

I missed a little step, one simple step. When we follow the protocols we don't skip steps. People live, simple as that. You know you're right. I probably won't be chief resident, but the checklists work. You can't tell me they don't.

I'm a virgin. That doesn't make it drinks conversation. We all have stuff we don't talk about.

Now move! Or I will run you down.

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