Chapter Thirteen
"Yang, stop brushing your teeth."
"No, have to get rid of it. I'm fine Bailey." Brush, rinse, repeat.
"You're brushing so hard, your gums will bleed and you'll miss a day of surgery." She paused long enough for Meredith to rip the toothbrush from her hand.
"You two." Meredith and Alex cowered. "Karev, I told you never to lay hands on anyone ever again. B—"
"But he was kissing Yang and—"
"No interrupting. Why is everyone interrupting me today? Do I have some sign on the middle of my forehead? Be that as it may, you will apologize to Dr. Marlow." Bailey wasn't actually angry. Cristina could tell.
"Fine." He stalked off, anger blurring his features.
Cristina continued to watch the three of them in a mirror. It was a reverse on the world because she was outside in a place where there was nothing. Nothing at all, nothing but the image of a back replaying over and over again. He had walked away and that toothbrush dangling from Meredith's hand was her scalpel. She was brushing away this thing that had happened to her. She needed to think.
" Grey go finish your cases."
"But Cristina—"
"Go." Even in the mirror, Bailey's gaze was powerful and Meredith went, still holding her toothbrush.
"Yang, Cristina turn around." So she turned, sitting down on the hard bench.
She didn't want to talk, to acknowledge the painful reality of her situation. Everything had seemed so simple, clear cut, and defined this morning. 1. Make the score 3-0 and beat Colin permanently. 2. Find some really good alcohol to deal with the mothers.
"Tell me why it's always my interns that do inappropriate things in this hospital."
"I don't know." Cristina stared at the swirls on the wooden bench, watching them spin across and swirl.
"You don't know why you slept with your boss, stripped for my boss, and all the other stupid things you did…you don't know why that happened?"
She stayed silent, wondering if Bailey would go on a Nazi tirade. "You hid tremors and got your ass grabbed and today you were kissed…you can't tell me why that happened? I never thought you were so damn stupid Yang."
"I'm not." She was Cristina Yang, dammit.
"Oh really, you could have fooled me."
"I'm the best intern you have. I'm not stupid."
"But you are. Because see you're engaged to Dr. Burke and you go and kiss Colin Marlowe in front of the whole damn hospital." What the hell was Bailey doing?
"He kissed me. He's a pompous ass who is trying to ruin my wedding!" This wasn't fair, why was she getting yelled at?
"So go fix it then. The things I have to do for my interns…" Now Bailey was smiling in a un-Nazi like way that truly scared Cristina.
Bailey was right. She had to fix things. She was fighting. One stupid little kiss was not going to stop her. She would win because her last image of Burke could not be him walking away.