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21. Superstitions.
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Juneau wouldn't say she had any superstitions. Other than a gut feeling which almost everyone had, she wasn't superstitious. She didn't need to do six jumping jacks each morning, or anything ━ She sort of just. . . Lived.
Although, given Juneau's track record, maybe if she did start being superstitious, her life wouldn't be so sucky anymore. Maybe she'd have to give it a go sometime.
"Four surgeries, four fatalities, and the day has barely started." George said to his friends, before looking over at Cristina, "Can I have a bite of that?" He asked, gesturing toward her granola bar.
Yeah. The day was not up to a good start. It was hardly even noon yet and they'd already lost four patients. Juneau could already tell it was going to be a long day.
Juneau had been in surgery with Bailey, and things didn't even begin to look promising before the monitor was a still beep, the patient flatlining.
"No," She scoffed, side-eyeing him, "You're in my apartment, not my food."
After the Meredith-George thing, the male had moved out of Meredith's place and somehow, was now living with Cristina and Burke. Based on the woman's attitudes recently, she wasn't entirely fond of the idea.
"Dr. Burke gave me a protein bar." George said, a frown on his lips as he stared at the woman's breakfast.
Cristina's eyebrows rose as she looked at him, "I packed his lunch for him, did I mention?"
"I talked to the morgue guy this morning," Izzie began as she leaned against the lockers, prompting Meredith to ask if it was the one with the unibrow. She shook her head, "The one with the teeth thing," The blonde said as she took a bite of her apple. "He said surgical fatalities come in threes and sevens. Says there'll be three more today."
Cristina sat up slightly, a sarcastic look on her face, "Okay, then. Since 'dead tooth' morgue guy said so."
"He's the morgue guy," Izzie said knowingly. "He knows things about death."
"You dropped this," Meredith said to George, picking up his beanie that had fallen, only for him to ignore her and continue walking away. "He's still ignoring me." The blonde sighed.
Cristina scoffed from where she lay on one of the benches where Juneau was sitting, "Ignore him back."
Meredith looked at her friends, "Derek says I should apologize until he listens."
