Part II: Interlude
Today was the day.
I couldn't put it off anymore.
It was getting late.
Burke was finishing up one of Webber's surgeries and I knew he'd be coming back to the on-call room. He'd left his best jacket and his favorite shoes in there. So that's where I waited.
I took a seat on swivel-chair in the back corner, and turned around to face the wall. No, too I'm-an-evil-villian-here-to-assassinate-you-esque. I got up and moved over to one of the beds and found myself sitting on one of Preston's sweaters. I jumped up - not my best decision, considering they were bunkbeds. My head slammed against the upper bunk and I let loose a nice, eloquent stream of profanities.
I climbed to the upper bunk and rubbed the top of my head. I leaned against the wall and thought about all of this. Maybe I'd been stupid...I'm mean, since when I was coffee an invitation to screw? Well, maybe it had been, in this case. But I guess that didn't matter, I was never having sex again, look where it had gotten me.
I checked my watch, only to find it had stopped ticking almost six hours ago. This was starting to turn into a bad horror movie.
I got up to leave, I'd already opened the door halfway when I realized that Meredith wouldn't take me if I left. She was in surgery with Burke. If I beat her back to her house, she'd know I hadn't told him. I suppose I could hide in the hospital for a while, but Meredith was probably expecting some kind of reaction from Burke within the next few days, and if she didn't see any change I wouldn't be solving my problem and I'd been back in this predicament within a week.
I sat down on the bunk next to the door and waited. I don't know for how long. All I know is that I staredangrily at the wall the entire time. Damn Meredith!
The door handle turned, it was easy to hear in the silent room.
I knew it was him before I could see him.
It was getting late.
I couldn't put it off anymore.
Today was the day.