Christina stood in the centre of Meredith's kitchen. She slowly made her way towards the oven. She stared at it trying to work out how on earth she was supposed to turn it on. She'd never used an oven before, she didn't cook, that was part of her thing. But here she was standing alone in Meredith's kitchen with trays and trays full of cold foods which she'd said she would heat for everyone.
Why she'd said she'd do it she wasn't quite sure. Actually she knew exactly why she said she'd do it, she was just a little reluctant to admit it to herself. She said she'd do it so she would have a legitimate reason for not being at the funeral. She didn't want to go to the funeral, she had no intention of going to the funeral and if she'd just said 'no' no one would have made her, Meredith might have tried but no one would have made her. But she needed a reason better than 'I don't want to' so if someone asked her why she wasn't there she wouldn't have to tell them the truth. The was she didn't want to be at the funeral because she didn't want to face the situation; she didn't want to face Izzie.
She hadn't seen Izzie all week; she'd been intentionally avoiding her room and keeping herself busy. Busy to the point where she didn't have to think about what had happened. She'd been trying to detach herself from the situation, something which she was always quite good at but she couldn't do it this time, she was too involved, she cared too much. In her head she kept going through everything that occurred in the OR, every decision she made. She knew she'd done everything right, she knew she'd done everything she could but a tiny part of her still blamed herself for Alex's death, blamed herself for not saving him and she was afraid Izzie might do the same.
"Shit" she swore under her breath, she had absolutely no idea what she was supposed to do with this oven. She grabbed hold of one of the knobs and tried to turn it, it wouldn't move. There was a red button, she pressed it, something clicked, but nothing happened. She pressed it again, still nothing. She stood up and looked around; she needed to find some instructions or something. She began opening draws and cupboards but there was nothing there. Who doesn't keep the instructions somewhere easy to find? She went back to the oven and stared at it again. It couldn't be that difficult, could it?
She grabbed hold of the knob again, this time she pushed it in before she tried to turn it. It turned easily but the oven still wasn't lit. "Humm" she thought to herself and she pressed the red button, nothing happened. She pressed it again, still nothing. She was about to turn the knob back to the off position but she pressed the knob again. There was a quiet 'whoosh' and small blue flames appeared at the back of the oven.
"Yes! Yes!" she said taking a small jump in the air. Then she turned around and remembered there was no one else in the house to shear her excitement with. She shrugged and began placing trays of food into the oven, once it was full she closed the door and set a timer on her phone. The only thing Meredith had told about heating the food was make sure you don't burn it. Then she made herself a cup of coffee and sat down, everyone else would start arriving soon.