Meredith paced nervously outside of Cristina's room. Izzie had said that Bailey made Burke go lie down in the on-call room in an hour.

So that meant she had 10 minutes to say her piece and walk away.

Even if Cristina couldn't hear a word she said.

She advanced in to the room, tears already welling in her eyes, "Cristina...oh..."

She glanced at the ventilator, the chest tube, everything hooked up to her, keeping her alive, monitoring how alive she was exactly, and her heart was broken. "I'm so sorry...I never would've drove my car if I would've known that you were going...that I was."

She grasped her hand in hers, but Cristina did not respond to her touch, "God, I'm so sorry."

She bit her lip, "So...I drove home from Joe's. Derek left me there alone, drunk, and I was just going to go home. He's going back to Addison, y'know...which doesn't matter to me now. What matters is you get better. I had to go to court, but I got out on bail...which is weird for me to say, because I've never done anything crazy in my life...I could lose my medical license, but it doesn't matter to me because I just want you to be okay, I want to know that I didn't kill my sister...I wish you were awake so I could ask you about medical review boards because you know everything, and I don't know what I'm up against. Anyway, you don't care. You probably hate me. And you can, and that's okay with me." she rambled on through tears. "I'm so sorry..."

"You're gonna be sorry if Burke catches your sorry ass in this room, Grey." Bailey added, her arms crossed over her chest from the doorway of the room.

"Oh, Dr. Bailey, I'm sorry...I just...I had to talk to her. I had to see her." she sniffed, lying her hand in the bed.

"Get. Now." she pointed towards the door. "And don't let me catch you in here again."

Meredith scampered out of the room, and Bailey glanced over to the bed to see Cristina's eyes wide open.

"You heard every damn word she said, didn't you?" she asked her nose wrinkled. "You're scandalous, Yang."

Cristina blinked, some of her spunk flashing in her eyes, but then they changed to a look of confusion.

"Do you know what happened?" she asked, leaning down towards the bed so Cristina could hear her better over the hum of the ventilator.

She tried to shake her head gently to indicate that she didn't, but Bailey stopped her.

"I'll take that as a no." she took a deep breath and looked over her shoulder. "You and Burke were in an accident. The driver T-Boned your side of the car and you had a lot of damage, Cristina. Broken ribs, a hemopneumothorax, subdural hematoma to the medullar region...Dr. Shepard had to cut off some of those crazy black curls of yours, but he did a good job."

Cristina closed her eyes for a moment, too weak to reach her hair, but at the same time wondered exactly how bad it was.

"Dr. Hahn had to repair some damage to your pericardial sac, and you had a DVT removed yesterday morning...you've been through a lot, but Dr. Hahn was talking earlier about getting you extubated tomorrow morning so we can all listen to you run your mouth again." Bailey smiled, trying to make light of the situation, but Cristina grabbed her hand, looking towards the door.

"You want to know about Meredith." she frowned, and Cristina squeezed indicating that she wanted to know.

At least in Bailey's mind.

"The driver of the other car, Cristina. It was Meredith. She was drunk, and the damn fool smashed into you. Your crazy boyfriend has reamed her a new one several times, but she keeps coming to check on you...she is so sorry, Cristina. And I don't expect you to forgive her, but please understand that she's sorry." she spoke in a hushed voice.

"What are you doing, Dr. Bailey?" Burke was behind her, looking to Cristina who's eyes were wide open, telling him to calm down.

"She has a right to know about what happened, Preston. She has a right to know what's happened to her and what's going on." she explained, stepping back from the bed as he bent in over her to give her a kiss on the forehead, ignoring the threatening statments she was making with her eyes.

"And she would've known when she was better." he snapped back at her.

"She needed to know now...knowing the truth isn't going to kill her, she knows what doesn't kill you only makes you stronger." she fought.

"It wasn't your place to tell her, Dr. Bailey. It was mine. I am the one that's here for her, I am the one that's here to take care of you. Not her."

"I am one of her doctor's and I'll be damned if it's not in my place, you're her damn boyfriend, and you're trotting around here like you're her legal guardian, doctor and husband. You need to chill out." Bailey furrowed her brow. "You need to take a step back, go outside, get some fresh air. She has friends here that can watch her, stay with her."

Cristina laid in bed, desperately wanting to speak up for herself, wanting to tell Burke to calm down, that she was okay, but she couldn't get anywhere.

She silently cursed the tube in her throat, a tear sliding down her cheek.

"I will stay with her." he looked down to her and saw the tear slip from her eye, leaning over to wipe it from her cheek, ignoring Bailey. "Thank you, Dr. Bailey."

Bailey started to turn to leave the room then stopped, her mouth open, "It's not hard to see that you're putting yourself in a very dark place right now, and it's not hard to see that you're going to drag her down there with you if you don't snap out of it. If you ever intend to take care of her...you have to take care of yourself. And as a damn doctor, you know that." she spat, finally leaving the room.

Burke silently cursed Bailey for telling Cristina and glanced down at her, there was anger in her eyes.

She was telling him to quit being so stubborn.

"I am fine, right now."

She persisted with the angry eyes.

"I will rest when I get tired...quit looking at me like that...I'll tell them to keep that thing in longer." he joked lightly, knowing he'd never be able to carry through on the threat.

She closed her eyes, exhausted herself.

He placed a kiss on her forehead, "You can curse my existence tomorrow." he mumbled in her ear, then took his seat by her bedside, watching her numbers and waiting until the moment that he could hear the sound of her voice.

A/N: Okay, maybe I should take the time to explain some stuff to those of you reading who don't know. You're probably going "Um...she's awake with a tube in her throat..." In many medical dramas, they show the gagging, fighting, self-extubation point of that, which can happen, but more often than not, with enough pain meds in the system and some other drugs, patients can remain awake on these tubes for very prolonged periods of time, and it's only when they are fully breathing over the ventilator settings that they can be extubated- thus the eye conversations. As for the DVT from the last chapter, that's a deep vein thrombosis, or a big fat blood clot. The location of the clot, in the femoral artery, is found in the back of the bend of your knee, thus why her calf and foot were discolored- this only happens with the most extreme cases of DVT, but it does happen (And it's really not pretty...people shouldn't have purple skin by any means.) Anyway, I hope you're enjoying it. I still have 20 minutes before I really have to crack down, so I might just go ahead and write another chapter really quick... ;) I can't stop myself!