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𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐭
ꜱᴏɴɢ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ
𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 - 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐰𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐬
The interns stood above the nurse's station in a hallway that overlooked the OR board. Down there, Cristina Yang was ordering one of the nurses to write down Burke's surgeries. Her friends watched in confusion and jealousy, never having been that close to the OR board.
"Can you believe that he's letting her take control of everything?" Mallory Shepherd was the first to question. "I can't even get Mark to let me have an opinion on his surgeries."
"Burke's back and suddenly Cristina's running his board," George added with furrowed brows. "Who does she think she is, Bailey?"
Meredith narrowed her eyes at George as she defended. "She's only helping him—"
"No, she's taking advantage," Alex corrected her with a shake of his head. "She gets out of rounds, she scrubs in on every surgery that Burke does, she's ordered around third-year residents—"
"You're overreacting."
They refocused their attention as Cristina yanked the marker from the nurse's hand and started writing on the board herself. Everyone's jaws dropped, and they turned their attention back to Meredith, who looked shocked herself.
"She's writing on the board!"
"Come on," Mallory turned back to Meredith. "You're really trying to say she's just helping?"
"Maybe I should sleep with Burke—"
Once their shifts were over, the interns gathered in the locker room to grab their things before they headed home for the night. Mallory Shepherd stood with Meredith and Cristina as Meredith talked to them about her plans.
"So, now that I'm broken up with Finn," Meredith started, biting her lip nervously. "Do you think it'd be fine if I visited Derek?"
"Ew," Mallory instantly said. "At the trailer?"
"Hasn't he not spoken to you in like a week?"
"Even more reason to go over there," Meredith continued, pondering the idea some more. "What if he's waiting for me to or something?"
Cristina shrugged her shoulders, not having an answer, but Mallory spoke up for her. "Then go and see him, there's only one way to know for sure."
"Will you come with me?" Meredith asked, making Mallory groan in response. "Come on, he's your brother and I'm sure he'll be a lot nicer if you're there—"
"Yeah, right," Mallory scoffed before she added. "And he lives in the middle of nowhere, in a trailer that smells like fish. Do you know how much I hate trout?"
