"Cristina! Cristina wait!" Owen yelled. He was running after Cristina. He saw her run into an on call room, and slam the door. "Cristina!" Owen was at the door. He tried opening it, but it was locked. "Cristina please open this door." There was no response, all he heard were the sobs coming from inside. "Cristina I can get a key to this door. I am the chief of surgery." He heard something on the inside click.
He opened the door. Then he saw Cristina curled up into a ball on an on call bed. He locked the door, and went and sat on the bed. He took Cristina into his arms. She buried her face into his chest. "Shh." Owen said, as Cristina continued to cry into Owen's chest. "It going to be okay." He felt Cristina's small hands pushing at his chest.
"How could you say that?" Cristina moved away from Owen, "How could you say that? How is it going to be okay? Harry's sister is dead and you think that everything will be okay. I just tore his life apart. I just… I just…" Cristina's voice faltered. "I just killed his sister." Cristina started sobbing again. Owen didn't know what to do. He stared at Cristina for a few minutes. Then he got off the bed, and stood up right in front of her.
"Get up." He said in a firm voice. Cristina looked up at him. "You heard me," said Owen. "Get up off this bed and stop feeling sorry for yourself." Cristina sniffled.
Cristina stood up off the bed. Her face was still wet with tears. "You are not responsible for her death. So stop feeling sorry for yourself." Cristina had stopped crying and was staring at Owen with a shocked expression on her face. "Wipe those tears off your face. We have to go tell Harry that his sister is dead." Cristina used her scrubs to wipe off the excess tears on her chin, and her cheeks. Owen walked to the door and opened it. Cristina walked out of the door, and down the hall. Owen was right. She needed to stop feeling sorry for herself. She had to tell Harry that his sister was dead.
Owen and Cristina arrived in the surgical waiting room to see Harry pacing furiously. Harry looked up, and saw Cristina moving towards him. He ran towards them. "Is she alright?" He said with a frantic look in his eye. "Is she going to be okay?" Cristina took a deep breath and look at Harry in the eye. "During the surgery there were complications. Her heart stopped and when we tried to resuscitate we got no response. I am sorry Harry, but your sister is dead."
Harry sat down and put his head into his hands. He started to cry. Cristina sat down next to him and started to rub his back. Owen stood there awkwardly before mumbling that he was going to go do some paper work. Harry didn't stop crying for 10 minutes. When he finally stopped, he looked up and into her eyes. "It's not your fault. You did everything you could. I want to thank you and Dr. Hunt for trying your hardest. You can go now."
Cristina stood up awkwardly, and walked towards the attending's lounge. She changed back into her white dress got her purse, and opened the door. As she was walking down the hall she heard Owen calling to her. "Cristina! Cristina, wait!" Cristina slowed down and turned to see Owen. "Were you going to wait for me?" He asked giving Cristina a hurt look.
"I'm tired Owen. I just want to go home." Owen nodded seeming to understand. "Give me a minute to change and I will drive you home." Cristina opened her mouth to protest, but Owen cut her off. "No arguments, after tonight I want to make sure that you get home safe." Cristina nodded.
20 minutes later Owen pulled up to Alex's house. Cristina got out of the car, and she and walked up to the door. "Cristina. I know that this date didn't go at all as planned, so what I asking is can we do this again? Maybe you can come over to my place and have dinner?" Cristina looked at him. She walked up to him so that their chests were pressed together. She looked up into his eyes. She placed her hands at the back of his neck and pulled his face down to hers. The kiss started off as soft and delicate, but it quickly became more urgent. Their tongues were intertwining. Owen's arms were wrapped around Cristina pulling her closer to him.
There was a banging on the front door. "Yang either stop kissing him, or go to your room and continue up there." Cristina looked up to see Alex standing in the door his arms crossed. Cristina gave him an annoyed look. She unwrapped herself from Owen's arms, and opened the door. "I'll text you, or I'll see you tomorrow." "Okay." Said Owen who was grinning ear to ear. Cristina closed the door. Owen walked to his car, still smiling.
Sorry for the short chapter but I have been having some writer's block.