Seventeen Seconds.
Chapter four
By greyeyedgirl
A/n: You should probably not write fanfic when you are feeling completely uninspired, and are also sort of pouty because Raven on Morethancoffee keeps making fun of you. I hope, that when I'm a grown-up, I have better things to do than make self-conscious little girls feel bad about themselves.
But that's just me. :D
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Cristina walked quickly down the halls of Seattle Grace Hospital, flipping through the chart of Carl Mathers as she went and pushing her hair out of her face, frustrated, as it kept curling back over her shoulders when she lowered her head to read the chart.
"Good afternoon, Dr. Yang. Are you heading to lunch?" Sara Hartford came up behind her. Cristina was immersed in the chart and didn't realize for a moment she was talking to her.
"Oh! Oh, Dr. Hartford…um, yeah, I want to take care of something real quick, but then I'll be heading down to the cafeteria. Why? Is there something I can do for you?" Cristina looked at the tall brunette inquisitively.
"No, no," Sara said smiling. "So, any word on how Dr. Burke is doing? I heard his injury is quite serious, since I'm here for 2 weeks, which, as we both know," Sara let out a little laugh. "Is a long vacation for a doctor." She smiled at Cristina questioningly.
Cristina had frozen at the sound of Burke's name. "Um, I'm not really sure. You could ask Meredith, though. Dr. Grey. I think she's the intern on his case. But last I knew…he was recovering as well as can possibly be expected."
"That's good to hear…I can't really say I like being here. It's kind of weary and drowsy, compared to Dallas." Sara laughed. "No offense."
Cristina had already started to eye her chart, wanting to get off the subject. "Oh, it's fine," she said dismissively, now looking at Sara and smiling tightly.
"Are you sure there isn't anything I can do for you, Dr. Hartford?"
Sara looked off-put. "Oh, um, nope. I think I'm going to head to the cafeteria. I guess I'll see you in an hour. Make sure you get those test results before hand." Sara smiled one last time, turning and heading away from Cristina down the hall.
Cristina watched her, frowning. Did Dr. Hartford think she'd been cold? Well, of course she had been! Dr. Hartford was her boss, at least temporarily. Cristina did suck-up, not friendly. If Dr. Hartford didn't know that, she was getting some pretty warped gossip from the nurses.
Cristina turned, tucking the binder with Carl Mather's medical information under her left arm, and heading down to where she had set out to go.
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dun dun dun. I know it's super short, but it's all you get right now. All I'm saying is that Cristina is not going to deliver labs or whatever. Kay:D :P Because that would be entirely boring.