Part two
“Hey, Dr. Shepard? Can I talk to you for a moment?” Cristina said, while passing Derek in the hallway.
Derek looked back at Cristina, then checked his watch. “Can it wait? I’m late for a surgery,” he said breathlessly.
“Actually, I was wondering if there was any chance I could scrub in with you?” she asked. She had to get him in a place where she could talk to him about whatever was going on between him and Meredith without him running out on her.
“Hurry up,” he said, as he started walking toward the OR.
“Right behind you,” she said, following him.
George looked down at the chart, then back up at Mr. Davis, a grandfatherly type of man. “Well, all the tests came back and they look good. We are going to keep you overnight, and then you can be discharged tomorrow,” George explained.
“So...I don’t have cancer?” Mr. Davis asked.
“No. You…” George trailed off. Izzie was standing at the nurses' station right outside Mr. Davis’s room. “You don’t have cancer.” George turned his attention back to the patient.
“Well, that’s good, right?” Mr. Davis asked. He looked as if he was about to jump out of his bed and hug George.
George smiled. “Yes, that’s very good.” George looked back over at the door and saw Izzie still standing there. He looked at Mr. Davis and smiled. “Can you excuse me for just a moment?” George asked.
Mr. Davis nodded. “Of course.”
“Thanks.” George put down the chart he was holding and walked out the door.
George walked up next to Izzie and just stood there, waiting for her to look up at him. “Izzie?” he asked.
Izzie didn’t say anything.
“Please talk to me,” he pleaded with her.
Still, she said nothing. She just stood there marking notes down on a chart.
“Okay, don’t talk to me. But did you at least read the note?” George asked.
Izzie sighed, closed the chart and looked up at George. “I’m busy.” She turned and started walking away.
George knew if he was smart he would just let her be...but he’s George, and sometimes, he is stupid.
He walked fast and caught up to her. “Does that mean - you did - read it?” he asked.
“No. It means I’m busy.” she said rolling her eyes.
George was getting angry, so he cut in front of her, and made her stop and look at him. “Izzie stop! Just talk to me for like a second, please.” he insisted.
“No. You had your chance, George, to say something and - you blew it. Now get out of my way.” Izzie left him standing there in the middle of the hall with nurses staring at him. He knew that the conversation they just had would be around the hospital in less then 20 minutes.
“Meredith! Wait up!” Mark yelled down the hall as Meredith got into the elevator. Mark rushed and got to the doors just as they were about to close.
“Mark, what are you doing?” Meredith looked at him as he squeezed his way through the doors.
Mark straightened his coat, then looked down at Meredith and smiled. “I just wanted to talk to you for a second.” he said.
“Seriously?” Meredith narrowed her eyes “You just did that marathon sprint to the elevator and almost got crushed by the doors just to talk for a second - seriously?” she asked.
“Well, I needed to ask you about Derek…”
Meredith cut him off. “There is nothing to talk about. He doesn’t want to talk to me. So I have decided to give him space.”
“You can’t just give up - he's sad. I know he is. He misses you.” he said.
Meredith rolled her eyes “Yeah right that’s why he has been ignoring me and is acting like he hates me.” Meredith paused and looked at Mark for a second “Wait. Why do you care about Derek? You two hate each other. Usually you make fun of him and his relationship problems. Why the sudden change of heart?”
Mark’s smile faded slightly “Well, since Addison is leaving - and Burke has left - I figured he might need a friend. I know I do. Is there something wrong with wanting to be friends with someone?” he asked defensively.
“No. But it’s you and Derek. He can’t stand you. What makes you think he will want to be friends with you again?” she asked
“Well, I figure he doesn’t have a girlfriend or anyone else to talk to right now, so why not try and be his friend again.” With that, the elevator doors opened and Mark walked out.
Callie had decided to give George a little space today, so she decided to go and work down in the clinic with Bailey. Bailey still had a hard time even looking at Callie, because the idea of someone else doing the job she was supposed to have made her slightly sad and very angry. All day Callie was giving her orders to do things around the clinic and telling her to go and check on patients that weren’t even hers. Every ten minutes it seemed Callie would be saying something like “Oh Dr. Bailey could you go and -insert-order-here.” It was driving Bailey to the loony bin and it was only a matter of time before she was going to crack and teach Dr. Torres a thing or two about who the Nazi really is.
One more order to go and check on someone who isn’t mine and I swear to god there is going to be a throw down in the clinic. That played over and over in Bailey’s head for the past two hours.
“Dr. Bailey, can you go and check on Ms. Rivers?” Callie asked while finishing the stitches on one of her patients.
That’s it!!!
“I’m busy.” Bailey answred as she checked the throat of someone who came in claiming to have strep throat.
Callie looked over at her. “Now, please,” she insisted.
Bailey ignored her “I said...I’m busy.” she repeated.
Callie finished the stitches and told her patient that he could go. Then she turned around and marched right up to Bailey. “Dr. Bailey, I am your boss. And if I tell you to go and check on a patient, then I don’t mean in a few minutes, or when you get around to it. I mean now.”
Callie was getting angrier and angrier.
Bailey turned to look Callie straight in the eye “I was busy. I still am busy. Now? It seems that you are not busy. Right now. So why don’t you go check your own patient and leave me be?” Bailey then turned around and focused her attention on her pateint.
Callie crossed her arms then cleared her throat “Okay. How about I put you on scut for the rest of the day, and you leave your patient to me?” Callie said with a fake smile on her face.
“Give me one second.” Bailey said to her patient, and took Callie’s arm and dragged her to the hallway. “Listen...no offense or anything...but why don’t you go to hell,” Bailey said, turning to look at Callie.
“What the hell is your problem?” Callie yelled, drawing attention to them from the other room.
Bailey put one of her hands on her hip, held the other one up, and pointed at Callie “You. You are my problem. You thinking that you have any power over me, that is my problem. Dr. Torres, you can go and boss around as many interns as you want, but the second you start commanding me to do things is when you have crossed the line.” Bailey yelled back.
“I suggest you fix your attitude right now, Dr. Bailey!” Callie shouted back.
“Well, I suggest you don’t push me and leave me the hell alone! Or else you will see what the Nazi is really made out of!” Bailey said, then headed toward the door.
“Is that a threat?” Callie asked.
Bailey opened the door then looked back at her. “Make of it what you will.” And with that, Bailey left the clinic, and slammed the door shut on her way out.
“Suction.” Derek said. Cristina did as she was told and gave him some. “That’s enough.” Cristina had been trying to find the right time to bring up Meredith, but every time she was about to, something major happened in the surgery. “Okay. Well, I think I’m done here. I’m going to tell the family that Mr. Wilson will be fine.” Derek headed toward the scrub room. “Dr. Yang. Good job today.”
“Thank you.” Cristina followed him out. “It was a good surgery.” she pressed down on the water button and started scrubbing her arms and hands. She looked up and saw Derek doing the same. Now or never. “Listen, Dr. Shepard, I need to talk to you about something.”
Derek looked up in surprise. “Okay.”
Cristina paused for a second wondering if she should just stay out of this, but then she realized that she was Cristina...and she never stayed out of these things. “You need to talk to Meredith.” she said.
Derek’s smile faded from his face, he shook his head and started washing his hands again. “I don’t want to talk about that.”
“Well, too bad. She is my friend and I have the right to know why you are being an ass and not forgiving her for whatever she did.” Cristina said as she grabbed a towel.
Derek grabbed a towel and headed toward the door. “Cristina, drop it.”
“Why?” she asked.
“Because it’s none of your damn business,” Derek almost yelled, then stormed out of the room.