The Scrub Room

by SunshineandSparkles

There's a new surgeon walking the halls of the hospital but she's so quiet you're likely to miss her. The only chance any of her colleagues get a chance to talk to her is in the scrub room before and/or after surgery. [[Short chapters, written to be easy reading. Takes place after Cristina leaves.]]

7. Hangovers

Hangovers

Disclaimer: I do not own Grey's Anatomy.

"It's too early for this." Alex grumbled.

"It's never too early for surgery. What type of surgeon are you?" Crystal asked shaking her head lightly. She checked the clock near the door. "It's noon." She peered over the edge of glasses at him.

Alex turned to look at the surgeon. "No. You can't be one of those people who can drink all night and wake up without a hangover. No." He said shaking his head but regretting the movement instantly. "Noon is too early." Alex argued with little energy.

Crystal laughed. "Oh no, I'm not one of those people. Believe me, I'm regretting the last three rounds last night." She tied back her mask and reached for a scrubbing set. "If you're complaining about a hangover you brought on yourself at noon, it's a good thing you're just here to observe."

Alex watched Crystal carefully for a couple of minutes before he spoke again. "So, are we going to talk about last night?" He asked. His arms were crossed in front of him and he tried to look menacing but he just looked tired.

"What do you want to talk about? I thought we covered it all last night when we were drinking." Crystal mused as she toweled her hands off.

He let his arms fall to his sides. "Are you serious right now?"

"What?" Crystal asked shrugging her shoulders.

"You're not going to explain to me why you fled New Orleans?" He asked throwing his hands in the air.

Crystal took a deep breath. "I told you that last night. We broke off the engagement." She replied simply. "Now, are you done with hangover talk? I have a heart to fix."