Calm, cool, and collected you want your surgeons to exhibit these qualities. People expect surgeons to look death in the eye and laugh: you want your doctors to be a little crazy. You want someone who runs towards the fire not runs away and hides. Cristina Yang has always been intrepid: she saved her best friends husband life with a gun held to her hand. She should have died in a plane crash and again with her miscarriage. So reading one or two tiny words should be easy,correct? The sudden chirp of an alarm wakes Cristina from her thoughts. Her hands are shaking and she has a burning sensation in her chest like the way you feet burn as you walk on the beach on a sunny day.
"Breath Cristina breathe," she emits to no one but herself and the walls of her bathroom. Through the tears she can decipher the word; pregnant. In a split second it as if her world is crumbling around her. As if he world has given way beneath her and she is falling. Cristina sinks to the floor her knees bound to her chest her face upon her knees. Her sobs have subsided replaced only by an occasional moan. There is a pit in her stomach and as she rises to her feet she can hear the banter of the stair under Owens feet.
"Crap," Owen was not supposed to be home for hours. Cristina threw the test in a random drawer and rushed to the sink splashing water in her face in an attempt to hide her tears. She turns the faucet off and glances at her eyes: swollen and red, surely Owen will realize this. Cristina starts towards the door but is stopped by Owens presence in the doorway.
"Hey," his eyes sparkle in a way that make Cristina's heart leap. Those eyes the ones she fell in love with so many years ago. Eyes that put her through hell and back: but now hell again. He leans in for a kiss but she brushes past him. She can not stand those lips tonight. On any other day she would have gladly returned his gesture and followed him toward the bed: but not tonight.
"Cristina," she has to think of something to say fast or else he will begin asking questions and if she meets those eyes she can not lie. She makes it to the kitchen before she can think of a single sentence.
" I'm not feeling to well. I think it's the food from last night. Probably food poising. Don't want to be kissing you and need to throw up. Not too attractive." Cristina knows that Owen won't settle for this. They both ate from the same restaurant and he will tell her that he doesn't feel like this. That maybe she is sick and Cristina will return with a sarcastic remark and then the secret will be out. The problem will be revealed. " Owen I'm just going to go to bed it's already late." First honest thing Cristina has said all night. It is pretty late one in the morning is late when you have to be up at five. Cristina hopes that Owen will just follow her to bed and not whether the bathroom. She can not remember if she disposed of the box and its wrapper. Well she is not that lucky.
" I'm just going to go take a shower and then I'll be in." Crap that is all Cristina can think of. She hears the shower turn on but she is not out of the woods. She lays there,awake, for what feels like years until the water turns off. Just a couple more minutes and Owen will be out and she will be clear. She will decide when and if she tells him. She hears a gasp and she knows it's over. The facade is over and as she looks over to the door Owen emerges the pregnancy test.
AN: Sorry for a super short intro I do not know if I will continue this story. Please review if you want me to.