Redamancy ['red-a-man-sE] noun : the act of loving the one who loves you; a love returned in full.
Charlie Hawthorne has worked her ass off to get here....
Well, she worked hard enough. A genius level intellect, and a legacy bigger than you are can...
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She'd barely gotten any sleep.
Getting out of bed groggily, she quickly headed to her shower, stripping her clothing off and powering the water on its coldest setting.
"Stupid Mark, ruining solo-sleep for me." She mumbled angrily. She'd had nightmare, after nightmare, which she knew was only because her brain had been overactive.
But still, whenever he'd slept over, whenever she fell asleep being held in the circle of his arms, she hadn't had any nightmares.
Quickly pulling a pair of yoga pants and a sports-bra on, she poured coffee into her biggest to-go mug, and hurried out of the hospital.
Maybe she could run the emotions off. Maybe a quick run would shed her off this frustration, the anger and more importantly, the deep sadness she still felt.
Maybe it would make her as numb as she used to be.
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She stood beside her people in the locker room, pulling her hair into a top-bun, and she growled at her empty coffee mug.
She and Meredith shared the same expression. The same angry, don't-talk-to-me-if-you-value-your-life expression, and yet, Cristina was looking at them with a glowing smile.
"What is it?" Sighed the youngest, looking at her.
"Nothing," the woman murmured, and yet she continued looking at them.
"What?" Snapped Mer irritatedly.
Raising her hands in a gesture of innocence, Cris muttered, "Ok, cranky. Forget it."
Alex slammed his locker shut, turning to them and asking, "Am I the only one that thinks this triage test is a waste of time? There's a patistoplasty on the board. I had Sloan all prepped to let me scrub in."
Charlie glanced at him in annoyance, "We're also actual doctors, who need to know how to do actual triage when the time comes. So unless you want to be the one clueless idiot during an actual emergent situation, I'd suggest you stop complaining."
"Yikes, who pissed in your coffee this morning Charles?" He mumbled.
"Sorry," she sighed, "I barley slept, and its been a no-good, very bad couple days for me. I didn't mean to snap at you Xander."
Eyes narrowing in worry, he softly questioned, "Anything I can do to help?"
The blonde smiled at him sadly, "Unfortunately, no. I just need to get over it myself. But I appreciate you offering though." She pecked him gratefully on the cheek, before existing the room, leaving him to look at George in concern, "Something's very wrong here."
"Yeah," murmured the boy, "Yeah, it is."
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She was complying with the triage exercise. Though shellacked her usual enthusiasm, which was noticed by everyone around her.
