"Cristina, what are you doing? Our shift is over, why are you still in there? Cristina? Aren't you feeling well?" Meredith is knocking insistently on the door of the bathroom.
"Nothing, I-I'm just coming." you tell her, with shaking voice, after some seconds.
"Oh, okay... I'll wait for you outside."
You listen as she exits and then, slowly, you sigh and finally open that door, hiding a little piece of paper in the pocket of your jeans.
You wish hard you could forget about it.
One, two, three, four. You breathe in, you breathe out. You try to stay awake, to keep listening. To concentrate.
You know you should take some rest, because you don't feel okay at all today. But you're Cristina Yang, and you never feel like giving up. Never.
So you keep... fighting... And sometimes destiny just prevails.
You sigh and you stop for one moment, inhaling the fresh air. It's just stopped raining and you're ready to go back home. Finally.
Your friends offered to walk you there, but you declined politely. You're tired.
And all of a sudden, just before you open the front door, you remember. You shyly finger your left pocket, and put off that tiny piece of ruined paper.
It makes you think that maybe – maybe – you wanted to keep your baby.
You picked up names for that baby.
The baby you lost.