Disclaimer: sometimes I think I'm a character on Grey's Anatomy...but it turns out, I'm just insane...Characters belong to Shonda, I own no one :)
Should I have titles for each POV? They all have a common thing...aka Breathe...but should they all have a title? Yay? Nay? Name my POV's!
Her fingers combed through her hair as she pulled it up into a loose bun. She allowed her head to rest on the backside of her hand. Eyes shut, she took a deep breath. The day was over, everything that had happened that day; that was the past. Unintentionally her hand moved to her left temple and she twitched with the memory of the gun pointed at her head. The adrenaline was slowly leaving her body, the rush she had––the high from the occurrence of that day was fading. She had just operated on heart. Her best friends husbands heart. How could she not think about it? The feeling she had when her fingers wrapped around the scalpel, the clamp; it was haven. She––Cristina Yang––had just flew solo, under pressure and saved her best friends husbands life. It was amazing. Looking down at the mounds of paper work in front of her, she sighed and reached for a pen. "I saved Derek Shepherd today" she smugly said to herself as a smile spread on her face. "I saved..." she stopped, it was only then she realized how shaken she really was. She felt her face grow warm and moist.
A hand moved to her shoulder, she recognized the grip instantly. "Owen," she said, refusing to turn around. She wasn't sure if she had forgiven him, she loved him, but she didn't know if she could forgive him. "Cristina." The way he said her name made her heart drop. Dammit, she hated how fragile she could be around him. She stood up, looking first at his shoulder and then to his face. "How do you feel?" She mumbled at him, scrunching her mouth to the side. Ignoring the question, his head titled and his eyes worked her over. Her hand reached up to wipe a tear from her face, he caught her hand, and held it in his. "Cristina," he said again, and this time it made her want to cry. "You can't...you can't expect everything to just be okay...just because you got shot." She found herself yelling. "You can't just pause when I ask you if you love me!" Her body shook, and she sobbed. He pulled her into his chest, stroking her back with his hand. She pulled away, "No! No this does not make anything okay, this doesn't fix anything."
"I know," he rubbed his jaw with his hand, "I know it doesn't." He stepped closer to her, and she looked down. She had went from feeling so confident and in control in the ER to so insecure in front of him...because of him. "I love you. You, and you will never have to question that again." She found herself in his arms, her mouth moving against his, their tears mixing, faces parting only to breathe.