The two friends wondered down the stairs and Cristina made breakfast. Once the school run was out of the way, Meredith asked if Cristina would take her to Seattle Press for a work up. 'Why can't you go to Grey Sloan?' She asked. 'Because all of our friends are at work and I'd rather not have them gossiping about me. I'm sure people have started to wonder where I am.' Meredith snapped. 'Fine, fine but where in the hospital do we need to go?' Cristina muttered. 'Gynecology.' Meredith replied very embarrassed. Cristina knew better than to ask questions, so after a cup of coffee they make the 30 mile journey to Seattle Press.
The building felt cold and unfamiliar. It was a lot smaller than Grey Sloan hospital. The Gynecology wing wasn't difficult to find. Nevertheless, Meredith grabbed her friends hand as if her life depended on it. Meredith spoke to the women at the desk and took a seat next to Cristina. There was an awkward silence in the waiting room but Meredith didn't care.
'Meredith Grey.' A pretty young doctor said. Meredith asked Cristina to come in with her and she did. 'Hello Meredith, what can I do for you today?' The doctor said happily. 'Well. I don't know how to say this so I'll come straight out with it. I was raped on 29th and although there was STI testing done as part of the rape kit; I was wondering if you could repeat it. I know that some diseases take upto 2 weeks to show up on tests.' She said as a matter of factly.
Cristina didn't move or look at Meredith. She was too upset. It all fit into place now. The cut above her eye, the bruises, the nightmares. Everything made sense. All Cristina could say was 'check for Hep b and c' but nothing else. No wonder Meredith was broken again. Whilst Meredith had her exam, Cristina went outside so she could cry a little. She heard the doctor say she would ring Meredith with the results and they both got in the car.