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Six days of the week, hustle and grind, Working hard, the daily grind we find. But on the seventh day, let's take a break, Relax, unwind, and find joy to partake. For in balance and rest, our spirits awake.
"So." Meredith turned toward Cristina as the interns made their way to a patient's room for rounds. "How's Burke doing?"
Cristina didn't even break her stride. "I don't know." She answered with a bit of a bite to her voice.
"She doesn't know." George mocked her.
Alex had a look of disbelief on his face. "He just had surgery yesterday, and you don't know how he's doing?" He asked in a bit of chock.
Amory shook her head at him, adjusting her white coat as she walked. "They're not speaking." Cristina shot her a dirty look but maintained her silence.
"I thought they made up," Izzie interjected.
Meredith rolled her eyes at Izzie. "They did... sort of." She shrugged again, not willing to go into more explanation than that.
Izzie frowned at the back of Meredith's head. She was acting like none of them cared about Cristina. "But she's still not speaking to him?"
"He's no speaking to me." Cristina quickly corrected.
"They're not speaking to each other." Amory elaborated.
Cristina suddenly turned to Meredith and Amory, grabbing each of their arms in the process. "Hey, did either of you ask Derek about Burke's hand?"
"I don't want to get in the middle of it." Meredith sighed. "Derek and I are happy. Can we just keep it that way for a while?"
"You know." Izzie cut in? "You could always swallow your pride and ask him yourself." She advised.
"Well, you could always learn when things aren't any of your business." Amory nonchalantly shrugged, barely even glancing in Izzie's direction. "But then again, you're not big on that." Izzie just glared at her, not that Amory saw as she followed Bailey into Harold O'Malley's room along with the other interns.
"Oh, Georgie." George's dad called out when they all gathered in the room with him. There were people everywhere with hats and a cake. They all cheered and shouted out greetings. "Quiet down." He yelled after a few moments. "Everyone, quiet down!"
"Morning, everybody?" George's mom greeted them with a bright smile.
"Good morning." Chief Webber returned with wide eyes at all the people. He turned toward Bailey. "So, uh, who's presenting?"
"Oh," Harold exclaimed. "Can Georgie do it? He's real good." He beamed a proud smile over at his son. All the extra people in the room cheered at the idea.
George looked around, a little uncomfortable. Bailey gave him an encouraging nod. "Um... Harold O'Malley, 63, status: post-aortic valve replacement. Morning chest X-rays showed no atelectasis after aggressive C.P.T. for the last two days." He couldn't stop the small smile that appeared at the proud look on his father's face. "Um." He continued. "Scheduled for a transhiatal esophagectomy tomorrow morning at nine." A sudden silence fell over the room as George stopped. "That's it." He finished at the expectant looks on the faces around him.
