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In this chapter, Cristina is back in Paris. So in the Cristina-related parts everybody is French, except Cristina, Margarita (the nanny) and Evan. Most of the conversations are in French, but since I don't know French and probably most of you don't either, they're in English. So it's like while they're in English, we pretend they're in French. 'kay? Haha.
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Cristina walked out of the building of Paris Charles De Gaulle Airport and went directly to the taxi station. There was only a couple of more people there, so she soon was able to get in a taxi. "American Hospital of Paris," she said to the driver after he had put her baggage in the trunk. "Yes, Madam," he answered and started the engine.
After 10 minutes Cristina was going through the entrance of the hospital with her suitcase in hand. "Dr. Yang!" the receptionist greeted her, smiling widely. "I thought you'd be here tomorrow."
Cristina ignored her and placed her suitcase next to her desk, then looked up at her. "Watch them for me. And where's my son?" she asked her in a serious tone and with a serious look on her face.
"Right." Knowing it was not time to smile, the receptionist wiped her smile off and just gave her a polite, small, smile. She searched in the computer next to her and then looked back at Dr. Yang. "Room 112, Peds floor," she said and then looked down at the suitcase, grabbed it and placed it under her desk. "These are safe with me, Dr. Yang, don't worry."
Cristina nodded at her and literally ran towards the elevators. Her heart felt like it was beating out of her chest. As if there was not enough room in her chest for it to beat vigorously. Cristina didn't know what she had to expect. What if they hadn't been able to stop the chocking and he was dead now? She hadn't even been able to keep in touch with the doctors or Margarita because she had been on a plane.
Before she knew, the doors of the elevator slid open and she rushed out towards the direction of room 112. When she finally found it, she stopped and just stared at the door. The blinds were closed and she couldn't see anything through them. She took a deep breath, not knowing what she would see. So she just closed her eyes and placed her hand on the door knob, then turned it slowly and opened the door. When it was open enough to let her see the inside of the room, she let herself open her eyes.
She let out a sigh of relief as she saw Evan was okay, sleeping peacefully. She walked in slowly, not wanting to wake him up. Then, she noticed that Margarita was also there, asleep on the little couch at the opposite side of the bed. She had said she would end her life once back in Paris, but she couldn't blame her. Though she had had to be careful and not give a boy with an allergy to strawberry, straw berry ice cream.
She, quietly, took a chair from across the room and placed it beside her son's bed. Sitting down on it, she sighed, but smiled softly. She had missed him. Though he would call her every night and they would eat ice cream in their beds, remembering each other, she stilled missed him. It'd been two weeks that she hadn't seen his pretty face.
Not wanting to wake him up, she just sat there silent, staring at him, and waited for him to wake up.
"Don't you know what happened to Cristina?" Crissa asked as she sat down at a table in the cafeteria.
Owen shrugged his shoulders and sighed. "We'll ask her today," he said. "What would you like for breakfast?"
"Milk and chocolate muffin," she said and watched her dad go to get her, her breakfast.
"Here you are," he said, putting the tray in front of her. He sipped on his black coffee and bit on his apple pie, as he watched his daughter eating her breakfast happily.
"I love these muffins," she said, smiling. "These are a lot better than what Emma bakes."
Owen smirked light. "Hers are good too. Just because you don't like her so much doesn't mean that her muffins are not good."
Crissa sighed and rolled her eyes. "Fine. Her muffins are awesome, I agree. But I still don't like her."
"Alright," Owen said, shaking his head, amused.
"I would prefer to spend a whole week with Cristina and not an hour with Emma," she commented and bit on her muffin.
Owen looked up at her. "What will you do after Cristina leaves? You know, she may not come back here again."
Crissa nodded her head. "I know, but she said we could Skype or use Facetime. I will remember to get her Skype address today before she leaves."
Owen raised his eyebrows. "Skype? You're only six, Crissy."
"It's 2019, old man!" she said, chuckling.
"Old man? I'm an old man?"
"Aren't you?" she said, laughing even more. "You're my handsome, awesome, old dad."
Owen laughed, shaking his head in amusement. "I hope your kid tell you the same thing when you're my age," he joked as he sipped on his coffee.
"I can handle it better than you," she said, winking at him and chuckling again.
"Eat your breakfast, soon. I'll leave you at the daycare and then go to work. Then we'll wait for Cristina to say goodbye to her. But if I was late, you make her wait for me. As planned, ok?"
"Ok!" she said and sipped on her milk. "Though you know I don't really stay at the daycare."
Owen just shook his head and bit on his pie. "I don't know what to do with you!"
Crissa just laughed.
"Dr. Yang," Margarita said as she gently shook Cristina awake. She opened her eyes, startled as to where she was but then remembered that she was in her son's hospital room. She looked up at the woman beside her and frowned. "What time is it?" she asked, her voice hoarse.
"It's 7. I brought you some coffee," she said handing her the cup and sat down on the chair beside her.
Cristina sat up, grabbing the cup, and muttered a 'thank you'. She sipped on the hot liquor, letting it wash the tiredness out of her body. Then, she turned her head quickly to look at Evan. "How's he?"
"He's doing better. Dr. Bureau came here just an hour ago and checked on him. It's like the incident never happened. He said he can go home tonight." She smiled, briefly. She was not really sure what Dr. Yang was going to do to her. She was indeed losing her job, she was sure. She was nervous about it, but she tried to calm her down by acting normal.
Cristina nodded her head. "I should talk to him myself though," she said and then reached over, stroking her son's blonde hair. She leaned closer to his bed and placed her head on it.
Then, he slowly opened his eyes. He was scared a bit, not recognizing his surroundings, so he turned his head quickly to see if there was anyone familiar around him. And his blue eyes fixated on brown ones. "Mommy!" he exclaimed, weakly.
Cristina smiled broadly at him and leaned over, kissing his forehead. "Hello, little man," she said, stroking his blonde hair. "Mommy missed you."
He smiled, he was over the moon. God knew how much he had missed his mother. "I missed you too, mommy," he said. He wanted to sit up so he could hug his mommy, but Cristina didn't let him.
She pushed his little figure back and kissed his forehead again. "You should rest, okay?"
He nodded. "Okay," he said softly. "I was so scared…" he whispered after a minute, looking down.
"Oh, I know," Cristina said, grabbing his little hand and brought it to her mouth, kissing it. "I'm sorry. I wish I were there, but I'll never let this happen again to you. I promise, ok?"
He just nodded.
She, for the third time, leaned over and kissed his forehead and then got up from the chair. "Evan, Margarita and I should go get some food for you. Will you have a problem with being alone for some minutes?"
He looked up at his mom and shook his head. "Nope."
"Alright," Cristina replied, smiling softly and then walked out of the room, signaling to the nanny to follow her.
Once far enough from the room, Cristina turned around, her arms crossed and eyebrows knitted. "How could you do this? I told you that he is allergic to strawberry the first day of your work. I told you that it can even kill him and you give him strawberry?! You wanted to kill him? Or you are an idiot? Even idiots know they shouldn't give strawberry ice cream to a kid with an allergy to it. I just cannot believe it. The company said I could trust you. But it hasn't even been one month since you're hired and you almost killed my son. Firing you is not enough, you know?" She paused and ran her hands through her curls, trying to steady her breath.
The young woman looked at her employer sheepishly and looked down. It felt like Dr. Yang was shooting her with every word and glare. That woman really was scary. "Dr. Yang, I am so deeply deeply sorry. I don't know how to explain it… I…" she paused and took a deep breath. "You know my French is not so good and… and there was no picture on the ice cream container… I thought it was cherry, because it was pink. I… didn't know the word. I'm sorry. He kept asking for cherry ice cream. I wouldn't have bought that if I knew, I swear." She was about to cry. "Please. Please. I will stop working for you if you don't trust me, but please don't end my career. It's all I have. Please."
Cristina just sighed, looking down. She took a big breath and looked up at the woman, shaking her head. "I cannot talk to you right now, nor see you. So just go, go Margarita. We may talk tomorrow," she said and without looking back, walked away to go and get some food for Evan.
Yawning, Crissa Hunt went and sat on a chair in the lobby. She wanted to see Cristina before she went back to her hotel and stop her from leaving so both she and her dad could say goodbye. She waited and waited but there didn't seem to be any sign from her adulthood. What if she had left already? She was getting worried a bit. Her eyes locked on the elevators, she kept waiting for her until the doors of one elevator slid open and her uncle Alex walked out. She thought maybe she could ask him, so she jumped off the chair and ran to him. "Uncle Alex!" she called out for him.
He turned around and smiled as he saw the little girl. "Hey, Crissa. What's up?"
The girl smiled back, but briefly and got serious again. "Do you know where Cristina is? Dr. Yang."
"She went back to Paris last night," he said to the little girl.
She gasped. "What? But I thought she was leaving tonight. I didn't say goodbye to her and I didn't get her number or skype address… how am I gonna find her again? Why did she leave without saying goodbye?" The little girl was about to cry when she heard her name being called by her dad. She turned around and looked at him, her lips turned downward.
"Crissa? What's happened?" Owen asked walking to her and looked at her worriedly.
"Cristina's gone! She has left last night," she said, closer to burst into tears.
"What? But she was supposed to leave tonight." He bent down to Crissa's level and rubbed her shoulders to console her. He, too, felt like he would cry. He really needed to say goodbye to Cristina and he wanted to talk to her also, about something very important.
"Some emergency accrued in Paris she had to go last night," Alex said, making them look at him.
"Was it the strawberry call?" Owen asked, getting up from the floor.
"Strawberry call?" Alex frowned.
"Someone called her last night telling someone who was allergic to strawberry was choking on strawberry," Owen clarified.
"Oh… right! That was it," Alex replied. He was getting uncomfortable, slightly.
"Who was that?"
Alex, not wanting to answer, was being asked a lot of questions. "You don't know him."
Owen frowned and stared at him for a moment. "Alright, but how do you know?"
Alex shrugged. " I stayed her friend the whole five years and I know everything about her."
Owen nodded, keeping looking at Alex. "Alright. So you must have her number. My daughter really likes to talk to her," he said. And I do too. He thought.
Alex nodded, not really knowing if he should've given the number, but he did anyways only because of Crissa. He took out his phone and read Cristina's number aloud, and Owen wrote down. "Thanks," he said and grabbed his daughter's hand. "Let's go, Crissy. We'll call her from home," he said and together they walked away.
Alex let out a big breath. "It was her 4-year-old son," he whispered and then shook his head. He was about to walk away when someone grasped his arm and pulled him into a closet. "what the…" he yelled and freed his arms. "Mer? What's the matter with you?"
Meredith locked the door and, not wanting anyone to hear them, pulled Alex farther from the door. "Who's Evan's dad?" she asked, in a low but harsh tone.
Alex gulped hard and just stared at her. He tried to calm himself down but it was hard while Meredith Grey had pinner him over a wall in a closet with a locked door and was shooting laser at him with her eyes. "Who's Evan… first of all?" he asked.
"Cristina Yang's son! You know that!"
Alex took a deep breath. "I don't know what you're talking about," he denied.
"I hear her whole conversation to you last night when she asked you to buy her a plane ticket," she said. "Is it Owen? Owen's the father?"
Alex let out a breath and looked down. "I don't know."
"You know!"
Sighing, he rolled her eyes. "Alright, I know."
"So come on, who's the father?"
"Well…" Alex started and Meredith looked at him expectantly. "Well…"
I just love putting a cliffhanger at the end. Haha. I love torturing you! :D
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