Sewn-up Hearts | Grey's Anatomy

9. | We Don't Sing the Same

Difference 9. He sings like a god. She can barely sing.

The next month was a struggle for Cristina. Everywhere she went, she was terrified of the ginger in her tracks. It felt like he would appear and ask her how she could dream of something so wrong.

Wrong didn't even begin to describe it. The way she felt whenever she remembered how her heart felt in the dream felt like betrayal, to both Owen and herself.

When she passed an on-call room, she couldn't even control her breathing, as if another arm would grab hers and she'd lose control again. What would she say when she stayed.

Maybe she should leave, he was being discharged soon and if she didn't leave, she would expect too much from him. God she should book a ticket to Zurich right now.

An incoming trauma came in and April's voice was everywhere. Beds moved around, nurses scrambled, and Cristina set down her clipboard to help. She knew the rotations in her sleep so no one could yell at her.

Before she got her hands on even a pair of gloves, a distant voice filled her ears and she immediately backed away from the gloves.

"You got me running on sunshine, ain't no clouds getting in my way. I must be running on sunshine, ain't no rain getting in my way"

His voice was like a magnet, drawing her in no matter how hard it was to ignore it. She barely opened Owen's door, but she could now hear his deep voice through his room and his dark guitar in his hands. His fingers slowly plucked the strings, then tapped rhythmically, stopping all sound except for a small drum.

"Something tells me your name is Lucy, cause everything keeps shaking around, yeah. We can cop a room, make these walls go boom, we can do this right here and now."

Cristina opened his door a little wider, and this time he saw her, suddenly stopping and set his guitar down.

"You should keep going." She said encouragingly.

"You haven't said something un-medical to me since I flatlined." He replied coarsely. "Are you ok?"

She chewed her lip her nervously. "I'm fine, don't worry. You should really keep singing."

"I don't think I will."

"That's too bad, why not?" She asked. Cristina really liked it when he sang that song. Owen was the best singer she knew, he had an amazing voice and it was a shame he didn't become a singer. However, his brain was too big for that as well.

"Well, when someone tells you to sing, that puts a lot of stress onto someone." His blue eyes sparkled like stars and she wondered how she could have ever let him go.

She took a deep breath and sighed. "Hey just get over yourself, this ain't too good for your health, hey just get over yourself."

The look on Owen's face when she sand that verse was of pure amusement. There was no way she was as good as him, but he picked up his guitar anyways. Cristina grinned and he started playing again.

"Girl you got me trippin' on sunshine, god knows you just made my day. Since you came around, I just can't slow down, no. I wanna see you walkin' my way, yeah." He laughed as he sang

She sat down at the side of his bed and watched his lips move. His smile had never been this wide during the whole two months she had been here.