Cristina wearily walked towards the pit to consult on a patient her intern had called about. She hadn't slept at all and she didn't really care. The coffee that she could consume once again buzzed through her veins.

It was the thinking that was bogging her down.

As she wove through the hallways of Seattle Grace she couldn't help but trace over easier times in her life. Her internship was a breeze compared to all of this. Granted, she was still with Burke at that time. And things were still complicated with the planning of her wedding, but at the same time, things were simple.

Easy.

She missed the days where she never thought about purpose. She missed the days where her life was surgery and sex and errant revelations of attachment. There wasn't a desire to be anymore than Cristina and Burke. There wasn't a desire to have a family or have some sort of stupid purpose in life.

It was surgery and sex, the two things that came most naturally to her.

Her thoughts were broken by an apparently empty stretcher blazing past her into the ER, manned by two frantic medics. She rushed to catch up with them as her intern looked on in stupor.

"Don't just stand there, get a history!" She snapped shimmying out of her lab coat. She dropped it into a chair as she came upon the gurney.

Cristina paused for only a moment, her breath catching in her throat as her eyes fell upon the patient, "What do we have?" Her voice was surprisingly hoarse as she began her examination.

"African American neonate male found abandoned in a dumpster downtown. He's hypothermic with temperature ranging at 34 Celsius. We brought him up to 35 in the field. He's showing signs of mild respiratory depression, bradycardia and low pressures. The umbilical cord was tied in a knot, so we're assuming that he's not lost too much blood."

"I don't assume anything." She glared up at the medics with disdain, "I want a type and cross, H and H, CBC, and drug screen. Get a head to toe CT with a skeletal survey, let's get him intubated with a 2.0 and put him on a servo. I want vitamin K, hep B and aquemephyton administered now. Call the NICU and tell them we have an admission and to clear a bed."

Anybody else in the world would've been affected by caring for an abandoned infant on the same day that they found out that they'd never have a child of their own.

Anybody, that is, but Cristina.

Despite the revelation of her sterility she was 100 focused and she wasn't going to let this child throw her off. She helped the medics to move the child onto the bed and she reached down, pulling him towards her.

Laying the baby's head back she pushed down on his chin to visualize his vocal cords and she easily slid the endotracheal tube into his throat. She pulled away her fingers to attach the bag into place and froze whenever she saw it.

There was a dimple in his chin.

She felt her composure slowly slipping from her as she fixated on the feature. Her thoughts went spinning out of control. How the hell could somebody just leave their child in a dumpster to die? How the hell could some woman be so fucking inconsiderate as to leave her child to die on the same day that she found out that she'd never have one? And how could fate be so cruel as to place a dimple on that baby's chin?

"Dr. Yang, the kid's veins are shot. Do you want me to start a central line?" Her intern glanced at her and saw the expression of pain mixed with shock painted across her face. "Dr. Yang?"

Reality smacked her in the face and she looked at the intern, trying to gather herself, "What?" She finally breathed, "What do you want?"

"Do you want me to start a central line? The kid doesn't have a decent vein."

She took the central line kit from the intern and laid out its contents, "I want you to get on the phone with CT and get them cleared and then call the NICU and tell them we're coming with this baby."

"Dr. Yang, we can take this from here." She felt a new presence at her side, but she was focused on finding the subclavian artery on the infant lying before her.

"If you wanted it, Bambi, you would've been in here doing it instead of doing God only knows whatever." Cristina looked up to George standing in front of her.

There was still a strong bitterness seething from George towards Cristina since she snatched up the only Cardiothoracics Fellowship at Seattle Grace. Instead of sticking around and waiting for another spot, he transferred to a residency in the ER instead. "Cristina, this is my ER. You're not going to swoop down here and steal my patients."

Once the central line was in place she glanced up at George with a cocky grin, "Looks like I already have, baby boy." She glanced up to look at her intern as he returned to her side, "Let's get this kid to CT and up to the NICU."

George jammed his hands in his pockets with an irritated look on his face and Cristina patted his shoulder, sneering at him as she passed, "Early bird gets the worm, Bambi. It's not my fault you're starving."

He muttered something after her, but her attention was focused on her new patient. She knew she was in the pit for a consult, but that patient was long forgotten. She would just have that patient transferred up to the floor and she'd look at them later.

She had a new patient to attend to.

She tried to make excuses to herself that the kid might have a still open foramen ovale or a patent ductus arteriosus and she was only being responsible by following him.

She wasn't interested because he was a baby without a mother. And she certainly didn't care that he carried a trait that's genetically dominant.

He was just another patient.

Or at least that's what she was going to keep telling herself.