Shalom!! Sorry about the wait on this chapter. So much for updating quickly hun?? Oh wells. I hope you like this crazy fight. This chapter is a little sketchy in my mind, but trying to edit it was making me a little crazy, so I needed to just get past it. Anywho, please, please, please read and review. Love to every one!!

Dr. Hunt was in front of her in minutes. Shock flew across his face as he realized just who this hot-tempered surgeon Nurse Hamlin had described was. He tried to regain his composure but he was still slightly dazed as he addressed her. He spoke quickly and quietly, not meeting Cristina's eyes for fear that she would see his hesitation.

"My patient needs surgery."

She matched his blunt tone. "A lot of patients need surgery. Yours isn't as critical. It can wait." Her voice scared the shit out of him. It was a voice he'd never heard her use, ice cold, mean, and very final.

"Are there any openings? The surgery would take two hours tops and we don't need a main OR."

Owen's question was met with a scornful glare. "Are there any openings?" Cristina scoffed. "If there were openings, the kid with a bullet in his heart would probably be in there, or the girl who's brain is bleeding out."

"Ok, I get it, there are a lot of serious patients, but Adam is just as important as any of those kids and he needs a surgery just as bad."

"No. No, he doesn't need a surgery just as bad. Your patient will survive until an OR opens. He'll be fine."

Despite her uninviting tone, Owen painfully continued. "If he doesn't get into surgery soon, his intestinal fluid will erode his organs. He will literally cook from the inside out."

"Cook from the inside out, huh? Sounds like a good turkey." Cristina's words dripped with sarcasm.

Owen was mortified. "You're comparing my patient to cooking?" His eyes narrowed and he became tense with agitation. "How can you be so insensitive? There's a 16 year old boy who's going to die and you're not doing anything about it!"

Cristina's voice was bitingly calm as she responded, her face impassive. "There is nothing I can do to help your patient. It will be two or three hours before an OR is available."

Owen was taken aback. This was not Cristina. This was not the passionate, shrewd resident he had known. She was cold, indifferent, and unresponsive and he couldn't understand why.

"We have all the equipment necessary to save this kid's life at our disposal and nothing is being done! We should set up other operating rooms if we're that backed up. We should be sterilizing empty rooms." He felt like grabbing her by the shoulders and trying to shake sense into her. "We can't just stand here and wait for these kids to die!"

"We are not 'waiting for kids to die' Dr. Hunt. We are seeing as many patients as we can as quickly as we can. If you want to recommend another method of treating these kids I suggest you relay this genius idea to the chief. Not to me."

Dr. Hunt. It was the way she said her name that made Owen cringe, her cool response to his hectic mood. It was very… professional. His shoulder's tensed as he realized why this calm facade was being employed. She was mocking him, throwing his sincere attempt to deal with their relationship right back in his face. He squeezed his eyes shut and inhaled deeply, trying to manage his rapidly intensifying feelings. He exhaled sharply and looked at Cristina square in the eye.

"This is exactly what I wanted to avoid." She escaped his gaze by rolling her eyes.

"I don't know what you're talking about, I-"

"Being professional includes treating me like a human being." He spoke quietly, so as not to attract attention, but the intensity of his voice was not missed by the surrounding staff. "I know that whatever was between us ended badly but that doesn't excuse your behaviour! Why can't we just forget that all of this-"

"We can't just forget all of this! You don't just magically forget any unfortunate things that happened in your life. This is how I'm coping with this and you don't get to have a problem with it. You were the one who started this. You came into my life, into my hospital and turned everything inside out. You can't blame me for treating you like this, you brought it on yourself." Cristina raised her voice to try and hide the tears pooling in her eyes. "You can't just come in here and be all interested and lead me on like you did and then all of a sudden…" Her voice cracked and she tried to play it off as a cough. "all of a sudden...just…"

Owen reached out to comfort her but she angled away from his touch. Her tears were now streaming silently down her face and the nearby surgeons were staring. Her shining tears hurt his heart.

"Cristina, I-"

"No." She said forcefully, her voice was full of unrelenting anguish. "You do not call me Cristina. You do not have the right to say my fucking name." She looked at him straight in the eye regaining what pride she had left. "It's Dr. Yang."

And with that she stalked away from him and the entire staff, wiping away her tears.