By GrEyEyEdGiRl
Chapter 3:D
A/n: This is fun. Writing is fun again.. Maybe you'll get a worthwhile update today. :D Isn't this exciting? ;) XD
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"Carlos Consuello Mathers! What the HELL were you thinking!" The short, heavyset Hispanic woman yelled, as Cristina followed Dr. Hartford into the room.
Cristina looked at the woman skeptically. She was very pretty, with long straight brown hair, which shone and bounced when she moved. Her patient was staring at her in a very amused sort of way, waiting for her to finish.
"You pass out in grocery market, you have hospital CALL YOUR GIRLFRIEND! It not too hard to figure out!" Cristina raised both eyebrows, starting to flip through the patient's chart.
"You moron!" The woman yelled. "What's wrong with him?" She asked, turning to look at Cristina and Dr. Hartford. "Is it his-" She gestured to her head. "His seizures? Sometimes they give him problems-" She sighed, annoyed, leaning backwards on her heels. "Honestly, Carlos, I don't know-"
"Um," Cristina said uncomfortably.. "Your boyfriend has pulmonary failure from a tumor that is located on the left ventricle of his heart. Dr. Hartford," Cristina gestured to Sara. "-Seattle Grace's Interim Head of Cardiothoracic Surgery, will be performing a cardiovascular resection to remove the tumor, then she'll perform a cardiopulmonary bypass, to repair the damage caused by the tear the tumor infiltrated."
"That's right," Dr. Hartford said, stepping forward. "I'm Dr. Sara Hartford, I'm head of Cardio surgery at Joshua Fowler Memorial in Dallas. I am a specialist in pulmonary tumors, so your boyfriend is in very good hands, I assure you-"
"He has cancer?" The woman stepped forward, looking horrified. She turned to Carl. "You have cancer?"
"Lizzie, relax," Carl said laughing. "The tumor is benign. No cancer. They're just going to slice me open tonight and take it out, then repair the damage that it did." He smiled, shaking his head.
The woman, Elisabeth Lopez, stared at him, traces of anger still etched into her face, but worry now being her predominant feature. The anger suddenly appeared back, full force.
"You moron! How could you not tell me! What am I to you, just some girl you…."
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Meredith tentatively opened the door to Preston Burke's room, following Miranda Bailey in. Burke was laying back, staring at the black TV screen aimlessly. Bailey smiled at him gently when they came in, but he barely managed a glance her way.
"Morning, Dr. Burke," Bailey said, walking over to his bed and starting to take his stats. "Well, your fever spiked overnight, but it is now down to 99.4. Your BP has normalized, and after we get your labs back we'll be able to give you a more detailed analysis. As for now, though, you're looking pretty good." Bailey smiled at him.
Burke smiled uncomfortably, nodding slightly to Grey. "When will Shepherd be back?"
"Oh, Dr. Shepherd asked me to tell you," Bailey said. "He had an emergency surgery, but he'll be in here as soon as he gets out, which should be in about-" She glanced quickly at her watch. "Oh an hour and a half, tops. Your labs will be back by then, so it's really better anyway, he'll be able to give you a full recap on how you're doing."
Burke raised one eyebrow at her, and Bailey couldn't help smirking. "Not that, you don't, of course, already, know how you're doing."
Burke chuckled weakly for the first time in two days. "Saved yourself in the end, there, Miranda." Meredith tried to smile uncomfortably, looking back and forth from the two doctors.
"Grey, I want you to go to the fourth floor, see what's taking so long on Dr. Burke's blood work, after that you can check on the epileptic girl in room 574, run Mr. Arnolds in 519 down to CT, get the results from Mrs. Anderson's MRI, room 538, and finish up by picking up Dr. Burke's labs. I want to see you back here in an hour. Scoot!"
"Yes, Dr. Bailey," Meredith responded, nodding and rushing out of the room. She would never admit it, but it slightly creeped her out to see Dr. Burke hooked up to tubes, laying in a hospital bed constrained by the thin cord of his IV machine.
"Hey," Cristina said, coming down the hallway towards her. Meredith smiled weakly, turning to look at her. "Hey. Good morning?"
"My patient's girlfriend is a crazy…but besides that, yeah, all is well." Cristina laughed, shaking her head, taking a handful of edibles from the bag of chips she was clutching.
Meredith looked at her, concerned. "What about you? How are you feeling?"
Cristina looked at her scornfully. "What is that supposed to mean?"
Meredith rolled her eyes. "It means that you've just had your heart broken by the man that you love. Not everyone would be doing just fine."
Cristina made herself smirk as she downed another handful of chips. "What about you? Seen McDreamy around?"
Meredith winced. "No, and I don't want to." She paused. "I mean, of course I want to. But…I don't know what we…I mean we…he's mcmarried!"
Cristina crumbled up the empty bag of chips into her fist, before dropping it in the trashcan behind a nurse's station. "Oh, good observation, Dr. Grey. And what did his films show?"
Meredith ignored her. "I mean, we…we can't do that! Can we?" She turned to look at Cristina pitifully.
Cristina turned to glance at her, then realized Meredith was staring. "Um…you can do whatever you want Mer. But I would highly recommend you wait until his wife's out of the picture, first."
"Morning, Doctors," Addison Shepherd said breezily, walking up to them. "Did I hear someone mention a wife?"
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this chapter was written in 20 minutes….sorry. :P And I kept getting distracted by my wallpaper of John Cusack from Must Love Dogs. So…er…is anyone else in love with him:D
LOL, I hope you liked the chapter. I've got big plans for this one. :P Please leave a review!