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𝐦𝐲𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞
ꜱᴏɴɢ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ
𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 - 𝟓𝐬𝐨𝐬
Surgeons always have a plan, where to cut, where to clamp, where to stitch. But even with the best plans, complications can arise, things can arise and suddenly you're caught with your pants down.
The next morning, Mallory Shepherd and Alex Karev went back over to Meredith Grey's house with hangover supplies in hand. When they got to the door, they walked in and found Meredith and Cristina in the kitchen, half asleep.
"Woah," Mallory raised her brow as she walked in. "The party obviously continued after we left last night."
"Not ours," Cristina denied with a shake of her head. "But George and Izzie's did. They reminded me of loud teenagers at three in the morning."
Alex chuckled as he added. "This is why we aren't a part of your frat house."
"Hey, don't call my house a frat house," Meredith said, pointing a finger. "It's a roommate house, where everyone is happy."
Izzie Stevens walked into the kitchen in only a robe, going straight to the sink without saying a word to anyone else while Alex went down the hallway. Mallory eyed her as she spoke. "Woah, Iz, you look like you had a rough night."
"Yeah, it was a long night," Izzie replied, not looking in her direction. "Just long and boring."
"Boring?" Meredith raised a brow. "You and George were going at it last night."
"What?"
"The laughing, the drinking, the music," Cristina listed off, making Izzie sigh a breath of relief. "Nobody, and I mean me, needs to hear George's rendition of SexyBack at three in the morning. It's awful."
"Yeah, yeah," Izzie nodded along. "You should have said something, banged on the wall."
Mallory shook her head and laughed, not noticing the expression on Izzie's face, as if she was afraid of her looking her way. "You can't interrupt drunk, rowdy people who are acting like teenagers. It'll just make it worse."
Cristina nodded before she added with a smirk. "It's like living in a youth hostel."
"Well, the important thing is that she and George made up," Meredith insisted, turning to look at her friend. "You did, right?"
Alex walked back into the kitchen before she had a chance to answer, looking straight at Meredith as he insisted. "Mer, I need to use your bathroom."
