Earlier before Meredith's accident:

Cristina:

Cristina felt the cool tiles of her shower compared to the warm water and steam rising. She had called in sick, in fear of running into Burke. She had been smart enough to leave her car with Burke in it and take the bus to her apartment. At least I still have my keys. Think of what people from her graduating class would think, the woman who graduated top in her class at Stanford leaving her car in a parking lot with the father of her child while she walked off with the keys. Cristina toweled off the sat on her couch with warm soymilk in her hand.

Cristina had always been the family successor/failure. Though she was absolutely brilliant and was the smartest in her family, she was neither married or with children. Mom would go ballistic is she found out that I, Cristina Yang, was having the child of a man that she was not married too. "Cristina you were always the toughest in the family. You can get through this." Her mother would say those words if she wasn't in Beverly Hills sitting poolside or managing the 3 5-star restaurants that the family owned. Cristina didn't know what to do.

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Burke was sitting at the hospital extremely tired. He was pulled into working a double and had about six traumas. Where's Cristina? Oh there's Grey. I'll ask her.

"Dr. Grey?"

"Yes Dr. Burke?"

"Where's Cristina?"

"Cristina called in sick. I'm sorry Dr. but I thought that you called interns by their last names."

"Yeah. Well, um. Dr. Yang told me to call her that."

"Doesn't sound like her. But I will check on her if you want."

"No thank you Dr. Grey. Bye."

"Bye."

With that Meredith turned and left and Burke went to the phone to call Cristina.

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Cristina had just finished her drink when she noticed that there was blood on her couch. Wait a minute… blood! Suddenly, an intense pain came over her. "AHHHH!" Cristina was only able to dial 911 before everything went black.


Dun dun dun…. CLIFFHANGER!

I'll update by tomorrow. Yes this chapter is pretty short.

--ChelseaGrey