Sewn-up Hearts | Grey's Anatomy

17. | We Are Not the Same Person

17. He is Owen Hunt. She is Cristina Yang.

Cristina got the call at 5:04, laying in the bed of her old room, with thirty people bursting in at the same time to see if she got the call. Nothing had changed. It was the same voice, the same excitement, and the same words spoken to her other than the trial.

Weeks had passed like she expected and this gave her another sorry excuse to stay in Seattle.

She reached her hand and patted everywhere until she finally reached her phone. As she pressed the home button above her face, a reminder of her interview with the press popped up. Groaning, she accidentally dropped the phone on her face. It was dropped perfectly, resting on the bridge of her nose and her forehead, it seemed to belong there, the cold screen soon becoming warm.

Her snooze alarm went off again but this time, much closer to her face, blasting a duck sound in her ears. Meredith thought the duck alarm was hilarious, she set the alarm to that ringtone. She found it quite infuriating but it was her best friend, she stuck with it of a reminder everyday.

The quacking soon became white noise and Cristina fell half asleep with her blaring phone on her forehead until she finally sat up, feeling disgusting. After taking a shower and pulling out a simple navy blue dress with a v-neck, she changed and threw her hair in a messy ponytail. Quickly applying some makeup, she realized that the dress she had purchased a few days ago looked like it was inspired by a pair of standard scrubs.

She laughed half-heartedly and slipped it on, then headed outside to walk to the hospital, where it felt like a normal day five or six years ago.

Immediately, whispers about the Harper Avery Nominee erupted and she pretended not to notice, especially of the interns who were stalking her noticeably. She turned her head and caught sight of a guy with big round glasses and a small scrawny figure. Cristina made immediate eye contact with him which scared him off.

Her eye was caught by a man with salt and pepper hair leaning against a counter while examining charts. She walked up to him and leaned by his side, pulling her lab coat around her a little tighter while the sun didn't warm up the hospital yet. "Hey."

"Hey, how are you? Living up to the expectations of a Harper Avery Nominee?" Asked Derek.

"If being stalked by nerdy interns counts, then yes, I have."

Derek chuckled and wrote a few letters on his charts. "You know, it's really nice to have you back, it really has never been the same without you. Meredith is happier, everything seems a little more right."

Cristina felt her insides warm up although she didn't show it. "Nothing's ever right in this hospital. This place is haunted with ghosts and cancerous cheaters."

"Hmm, something like that. You mean brain surgeons with brain tumours, general surgeons with a c-sections that cut too deep causing abdomen problems, peds surgeons having issues with their children, and trauma surgeons getting shot? I guess this place is haunted."

She nodded and glared at a couple more interns, making them run away once more. "Well I can't say that scaring off interns doesn't make my day. I really need some good cases. This hospital always has the craziest people. Americans, jumping off roofs and cutting off their fingers for fun, I'll never get used to it. Swiss people are way smarter than these guys."

"Are you saying we're stupid?" Asked Derek. "I recall you've been an American citizen for quite some years."

"Still am, I have a dual citizenship. Anyways, more surgeries for us."

As she spoke those words, a familiar figure walked towards her. He met her eyes for a brief moment before darting them away uncomfortably. "Yang, cardio consult on bed four."