Breakable
Chapter 1
Have you ever thought about what protects our hearts;
Just a cage of rib bones and other various parts.
Christina Yang was strong. Christina Yang was strong and was resilient and tough and excellent. She was excellent. An excellent surgeon.
An excellent cardio-thoracic surgeon.
Or she would be anyway.
Christina Yang knew hearts. She knew valves and arteries and tissue and blood. She knew hearts. She knew where to cut, where to avoid, where to stitch. She knew how to fix hearts. Excellently.
So it's fairly simple to cut right through the mess,
The kid she had just operated on was complicated. He was a mess. A complicated mess and an excellent surgery and now she was lying on the floor of the on call room on her back her veins pumping with adrenaline. Meredith was right – why would anyone ever do drugs?
The surgery had been a success. And Teddy had let her do a lot of the work. Solo. And she had. And she had done it well. It was hard and difficult and complex but all at the same time it was simple. So very simple.
Because when Christina Yang stood in front of that table scalpel in hand the world melted away. Everything else melted away. And she could work.
Life was simple in the OR.
And to stop the muscle that makes us confess.
Outside of the OR though – not so simple. Hard, difficult, exhausting.
Outside she didn't get to look at hearts, touch hearts, fix hearts. No instead she was told to feel with her heart, follow her heart. A disgusted expression contorted the surgeons features as she remembered the latest heart crap she had been told. It had been courtesy of the perky new intern on her service. The one who was now doing rectal exams …..all day.
The one that had asked her if she had a broken heart.
The one that had asked her if Dr. Preston Burke had broken her heart.
The one who would be doing rectal exams for the next two weeks.
Hearts were not for feeling, hearts could not be broken. They could be perforated, they could arrest, they could deteriorate, convulse, stop. But they couldn't break.
Hearts were not for feeling. Hearts were to circulate blood around the body to deliver oxygen and nutrients to the body. That's what hearts were for. That's what she knew.
All this other stuff. Too hard.
Hi everyone. This is my first Christina and Owen fic I do love them. So pretty please review! : )
I know that we seem to be missing the trauma surgeon but he'll most definitely be making an appearance in the next chapter.
Song is breakable by Ingrid Michaelson. Don't own it and you should check it out : )
Thanks for reading
Nina
