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In shadows' embrace, desire ignites A flame that dances through day and night. Starts whisper secrets, passion's choir, In its sweet grasp, hearts aspire. A fleeting fire, both danger and delight.
The interns were gathered at Cristina's and Burke's apartment while they studied for their intern exams. Over the last few weeks, the engaged couple had made up and began to prepare for the wedding.
Meredith and Derek were still happy, Izzie and George slept together and had yet to tell anyone even though Amory suspected something had happened. And Amory was putting all of her focus and energy into studying to avoid thinking about Mark.
There was a lot going on, to say the least.
"What are the signs of a central line infection?" Alex asked Meredith, who was sitting in the hot seat.
"Puss, redness, and fever."
"What's Conn's syndrome?"
"Wait, wait, I know this..." Meredith thought out loud.
"No," Izzie spoke, "Tick-tock, dude."
"Cracking under pressure." George teased.
"No, I know... Hypercortisolism!" The dirty blonde answered.
"Primary hyperaldosteronism." Amory corrected. As Allex nodded towards her, she told her friend. "yes, it's my turn on the chair!"
"No, it's my turn!" Izzie complained sitting on the chair.
"no it's not," Cristina disagreed. "It's mu turn!"
"I answered the question!" Amory huffed, sitting back down on the edge of the couch.
Burke walked into the room, standing between Cristina and Amory, holding a piece of potential wedding cake. "Try this one," he told his fiancé. "White sponge with vanilla butter cream."
Cristina scoffed. "Okay, yeah. I'm trying to study for the most important test of my intern career. I don't have time for wedding cake."
"Just try it."
"Go, go!" Amory interrupted, gesturing to the cards George was holding. "We don't have all day!"
"What is the strongest layer of the string bowel?" George asked her.
"It's fine, yummy." Cristina evaluated the cake, shooing her fiancé.
"Damn it. Damn it. Damn it. Damn it," Izzie mumbled, racking her brain.
"it is not snot." George helped the former model.
"Submucosa!" Amory yelled out, pumping her fist in the air when George nodded and gave her a high five, and Izzie sighed as she stood up from her seat for the short blonde's turn. Ever since the incident in the ER, the pair had rarely talked unless medically required to. However, 'coexist' became a concept they had finally grasped hold of.
