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ACT ONE. infection! CHAPTER iv. ❛ TEQUILA.❜
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"I SAID NO, Cristina."
"But—" Cristina argued, chasing after Sydney. "I said you could have trauma. You love trauma."
"Do I?" Sydney raised one eyebrow, opening the door to the residents' lounge. "Do I love trauma?"
"No," Cristina quickly added. "You don't, but please just give me cardio. I need cardio, I crave cardio."
She sighed, shimmying into her scrub pants. "Fine," Sydney replied with a glare. "Just this once, and you owe me."
"Indebted..." Cristina mumbled, rolling her eyes. Then her pager started beeping, along with Sydney's.
TUNNELS SOS.
She frowned, meeting Cristina's eyes. The other woman's lips moved into a smirk, and she held up her pager, which read something entirely different.
"It's Owen, I have to go."
Oh. Ew.
She looked a little stupid sneaking out. Sydney was attempting her whole nearly-five-nine-surgeon-thinks-she's-invisible-if-she-moves-slowly act.
It really didn't work, hence Cristina jabbing her in the ribs. "What the hell are you doing?"
"Ow!"
She sent Sydney a sharp look, holding the elevator door open for her. "I barely—fine."
Sydney hummed in satisfaction, settling in next to the brunette. Cristina and Sydney got along well, the latter's perpetual good attitude seemed to balance Cristina's opposite attitude.
Though, in the last three years, they'd evened out to an equal amount of darkness.
