A/N- this is my first Greys fic...i came up with it when I was working...Avoiding the fact that I should be cleaning. Christina's thoughts are in italics! Based around now I guess... Christina and Burke are together and having their usual conflicts. Its really just drabble!
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I can't believe it, my patient died, my patients aren't supposed to die they are supposed to live long and happy lives and credit me for it. I am the best damn intern here! If I'm killing patients what hope do the rest of them have! Look at me now, I'm sitting here in the waiting room for my supposed boyfriend to pick me up…hey I don't have to wait for him, I'm not dependant, I'm not a baby, I can get back to the apartment myself!
"Is Christina alright", Dr. Bailey questioned Meredith, both staring at Christina sulking in a waiting room chair. "She knows it's not her fault", Bailey continued.
"Well she knows medically it's not her fault, but you know Christina", Meredith went on; "she thinks she's the centre of the universe".
Bailey chuckled in agreement. "Well I should go talk to her" Meredith said standing, then moving over to her friend,
"WAIT!" Bailey stopped Meredith in her tracks; they both turned and watched Burke walk up to Christina.
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Oh there he is…I wonder if he heard about my patient?
"I heard about your patient" Burke started, almost reading her mind,
"yeah" Christina mumbled quickly avoiding eye contact.
"It's not your fault you know", Burke continued, Christina answered only by looking further down to her feet.
Wait, what are you doing Christina, your can't show him you're upset, because then he'll know you're upset and be all nice about it...why on earth am I referring to myself in the third person? See how crazy he has made me
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"She looks ok to me" Bailey said looking over at Meredith. Meredith turned to see Burke envelope Christina into a hug, and lead her out of the hospital by the hand.
"Yep" Meredith answered Dr. Bailey, "she's ok"