Cristina sat in her car. What am I supposed to do? This is too hard for me. Someone help me. I wonder where that physic guy is. Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a tapping on her window. Please, please be Meredith. She turned her head only to find Burke. I said PLEASE! Do you know how often I say that like NEVER?
"Hey Cristina can we talk?" Oh god, please be breaking up with me.
"Sure Burke."
"Call me Preston."
"Then you call me Yang."
"Haha, can we still talk?"
"Yeah, Burke."
"Ok then." Burke then gestured and Cristina unlocked the door and Burke slid in.
"So, Cristina, you wanted to tell me something today. What was it? And are you okay? You seem a little off."
"Is that all you wanted to talk about Burke?"
"Yes, and you didn't answer my question."
"Are you sure you want an answer because when I tell you, I can't… untell you."
"Cristina, is something wrong?"
"Define wrong."
"Can you just tell me what is going on?"
"Burke… I don't know how to say this."
"Please just tell me."
"I don't know how. And I'm worried."
"What are you worried about?" Burke's face fell.
"The outcome."
"Please Cristina just tell me." Cristina fidgeted and bit her tongue. A glisten coated her eyes.
"Burke, I'm…"
"Cristina you what?"
"pregnant."
Burke felt his whole body go numb. Now everything made since, the flu, the moodswings, and the constant avoidance of any thing other than work.
"Why, who, what… how far are you along?"
"7 weeks. I'm planning abortion."
"Why? Abortion?"
"Burke, I can't have a baby! I'm a medical intern. I work more than I sleep. I don't even have a chance to take care of myself everyday."
With that Cristina turned around and left.
