Dr. Bailey handed George the chart and walked away. George stood there for a second a look of shear horror on his face. He turned around to Christina who was standing behind him sniggering. "She wasn't serious, was she?" he asked.
"Yeah George I think she was." She patted him on the back and started walking away.
He stood there for a second processing what she'd just said. Then he took off down the all after her. "Christina wait!" he yelled. She wasn't in any really hurry to be anywhere so he caught up to her easily. "You've got to do it for me. I…I can't do that." He bumbled the words outs, still slightly shocked at what he'd been asked to do.
"Aww Bambi. You want me to do it for you?"
"Yes."
"I can't" She started walking away again but George ran around in front of her.
"Why not?" he asked.
"Because." She said. "Bailey told you to and you're her intern." She went to walk away again but this time George didn't let her take a step.
"Please Christina." He said. "You've got to do this for me. I can't do that. I can't put my fingers there. I can't be that…"
"No." Christina cut him off. "I'm not doing this for you George. Bailey told you to do it."
"Please Christina."
"No."
"Fine!" he paused for a split second." If you won't do it for me. Do it for her. She's not going to want me doing that to her."
"She's not going to want anyone doing that to her."
"But it would be so much better if it was you. You're her best friend."
"And you think because I'm her best friend I should be the one to do it."
"Yes. Please. I'd do it for you." George stood there putting on his best begging pleading look. He blocked the corridor so she couldn't get away. "Please."
Christina paused. Stopped to think about it. "Fine!" she said. "I'll give Meredith the rectal. But you OWE me big time."