A/N: This is a bit awkward... I own nothing!
"Mer, Lexie wanted to know if you wanted something besides nasty hospital food or.." Cristina's sentence trailed off as she realized her friend wasn't alone, staring at Mark holding onto the sleeping blonde's hand. "Uh, hi."
"She fell asleep about half an hour ago," he informed her as he let go of Meredith's hand and stood up.
Finding her normal, the dark haired woman closed the door and stood in front of it as she stared the man down. She pointed back to the chair before she crossed her arms and leaned against the door, trapping him in the room.
"Sit, McSteamy, we need to talk."
"I have surgery in twenty minutes," he warned but sat down as directed, knowing it was going to happen sooner or later.
"She was drunk," Cristina started as she glanced towards Meredith. "She was drunk and grieving and you weren't. I know she's a grown woman but you should've said no. You've got these warm and gooey feelings for her and that's great but you should've let her decide with a clear head whether or not to jump into bed with you."
"Bailey's already got on me about this," Mark rubbed his face as he went to stand up, only to be stopped by her holding her hand up.
"That's the past. I can't do much about it," she stepped towards him now and stared down at him in the chair. "But, I swear, if you hurt her or that baby, I will personally make sure you never have sex again."
"Duly noted." He stood up as she stepped back, glancing at Meredith before turning back to her person. "Avery should be in to sit with her soon. When she wakes up, tell her I'll be back after my surgery."
"Sure," she waved him off as she stepped around him to take his seat, propping her feet up on the hospital bed as she got comfortable. She watched as he stared at the blond for a moment before glancing at her and leaving the room, shutting the door quietly behind him. "Man, has he got it bad. Poor McSteamy, you broke him, Meredith."
"Wasn't my fault," the blond muttered as her eyes slowly blinked open and she yawned. "You get loud when you get protective."
"I don't want to have to clean up the mess if he makes one," was all the other offered up as she grabbed the remote and turned the television on.
Choosing to ignore the comment, she eased herself up into a sitting position as she glanced around the room. "What, no food? Just using me for my cable?"
"Lexie said to text her what you want," Cristina responded distractedly as she flipped through the channels, pausing long enough to pull Meredith's cell phone out of the bag in the drawer beside the bed and hand it to her.
"She's going to want me to get some healthy," the dirty blond whined as she slid her phone open and pulled up her sister's number.
"Probably so," her friend laughed as she settled on a channel and turned to look at her. "Just have her bring you ice cream with whatever it is you get; it will help balance it all out."
"You think Thai food will be alright? I don't want to give her an excuse to try that new health food place, cause then there will be a murder."
"If you murder her, your kid will be raised by Mark while you become someone's bitch."
"Shut up," Meredith muttered as she quickly texted her sister. "Thai food and peanut butter ice cream, with sour gummy worms. She just doesn't need to know that I'm sticking the worms in the ice cream."
"Really? Ew, Meredith."
"Are you really watching Spongebob?" The dirty blond tilted her head to the side as she looked up at the television screen, shaking her head as she turned to look at her friend. "You can't hang out with Alex anymore, it's killing your brain cells."
"Evil Spawn didn't introduce me to this," Cristina smirked. "I have a 7-year-old patient that loves the show and he got me to watch it for an hour with him the other day."
"It's not nice to use your patients to watch tv, Cristina." Meredith mockingly scolded her as she moved slightly, frowning when her ribs pinched and she was forced to move again. "If I ever get the idea to interfere with a psych patient again, stop me."
"If you interfere with a psych patient again, we're admitting you."
"I may have to agree with her," Chief said as he pushed the door open, merely glancing at Cristina as she quickly dropped her feet to the floor and sat up.
"Chief," Meredith gave a small smile as she glanced to her friend and back to her boss.
"I just wanted to see how you were doing," he answered her unasked question as he walked farther into the room. "And to discuss how long you want to take off."
"I'd rather not," she frowned as she itched her leg. "I could do paperwork or something for you. I don't want to sit at home for two months with nothing to do except go crazy."
"Or get ready for the baby," he pointed out.
"There's not much I'll be able to do at the house until my leg heals," she shrugged and immediately regretted the action.
"We're going to keep you're a few days for observation so we can talk about this when we release you. We'll need to sort out your maternity leave and talk about Sloan." Richard cocked his eyebrow at her, making no other comment about the issue as he gave her foot a soft squeeze. "We'll figure it out."
"Thanks, Chief." She offered up the best smile as she could, waiting for him to leave the room before she whimpered and sank back down into the pillows. "Holy fucking shit."
"Dumbass," Cristina shook her head as she moved to stretch her arms and stand up. "You should try to get more sleep, I have a surgery to get ready for."
"Lucky," Meredith grumbled as she inched down in her bed.
"I didn't tell you to jump in front of a crazy woman," the dark haired woman pointed out as she headed out the door. "Be lazy for me!"
"Will do," the dirty blond laughed as she leaned her head back against the pillow and allowed her eyes to close. Maybe she would take advantage of the situation while she could; it wouldn't hurt anybody.
