Chapter 3

"Are you sure you didn't miss anything?" Hahn repeated on the phone.

"I'm very sure, Dr Hahn," Cristina insisted, stiffling a groan. "The labs came out clean, blood type was correct, no serious family history of any diseases, smoking, drugs-"

Hahn sighed irritably on the other end. She was sure too that the heart was perfect for the patient, but now she has to think it over again about why the body is rejecting the organ.

"Look, it's difficult and dangerous to take it out again and implanting a new one."

"Why?" Cristina frowned.

"Because one, we are short of type B hearts and two, whilst I was placing the heart into her body, I realised her veins and arteries are weak around the area of the heart. So I had to act slowly and safely in case I cut too many of her veins and arteries which will eventually kill the patient."

"Then I'll act in safety-"

"Cristina, she is a weak and vulnerable patient and you do not have enough experience to implant another heart into her." Hahn scowled. "If it wasn't for this emergency surgery at Boston, I would be there in the OR. Dammit...look I'll talk to the chief and see what we can do."

She hung up and Cristina swore under her breath. This was one of the most interesting and exciting surgeries in her life and Hahn had to push her away from it. Shoving her mobile back in her pocket, she walked out of the changing rooms and bumped into Meredith.

"Oh hey, what did Hahn say?"

"She said she'll talk it over with the chief about the second heart surgery." Cristina bitterly replied. "I'm the best heart surgeon in this hospital, I have never killed any patient before, but she still wouldn't let me into that OR."

"But she's not here, is she?"

"No, she's not. So I'm going to brutally slaugther the surgeon who's going to steal my surgery."

Near the end of the day, Cristina still hasn't received news about the heart or the new surgeon. Throughout the day, she kept an eye on the chief to see if he would come up to her and say that we've got the heart, and dammit it Cristina, you can be control of implanting it into the woman's body. Perhaps for the tenth time that day, she walked across the bridge towards the chief's office, making sure he knew she was there. Behind the glass windows, she saw two figures facing the chief. Walking closer, she suddenly stopped in her tracks as if she hit a brick wall. Badly.

Standing behind the chair was Henry, and sitting in front of him, facing the chief, was Dr Burke.