Sewn-up Hearts | Grey's Anatomy

24. | Style

So it goes, he can't keep his wild eyes on the road
Takes me home, lights are off he's taking off his coat
I say "I've heard that you've been out and about with some other girl, some other girl"
He says "What you've heard is true but I
Can't stop thinking about you" and I
I said "I've been there too a few times"
"Style" -Taylor Swift

"She's been on a streak."

"Ok."

"I'm worried."

"Dr. Ross, I'm worried that you are worried about her streak."

"She had a streak for a week, which is good for the patient, but she has been staying in on-call rooms every night and eating one meal a day. She doesn't leave, barely looks alive. We thought the streak was confidence from her Harper Avery, but she looks like a godly zombie."

"Will she talk?"

"No."

"Dance?"

"No"

"Sass?"

"Not a single drop."

"There's definitely a problem."

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Cristina glanced up at her desk and she saw a tall man standing in her doorway, staring at her type into her computer. She ignored him and continued to type in reports and files she missed. The past week, she'd been catching up on all the things the hospital had to take care of. Shane did a great job, but she still wanted to make sure everything was perfect.

All she needed to do was surgery to take her mind off of things. She didn't do anything else. It was the only thing keeping her alive.

"Your hospital's fine, you can go away now." She snapped at Burke, who walked to the corner of her desk and nodded.

"I know my hospital is ok. Are you?" He asked.

"Of course I am."

"That's not what your employees say."

She snapped her head up and glared at him, which were curiously focused on her. Sometimes she hated him, she wanted to throw the cup of coffee on her table at him and watch him glare. She wanted to kill someone.

The only thing she could muster out was a grunt.

"So," Burke drummed his fingers on the edge of her desk repeatedly and she found herself wanting to slap it off the desk so it would stop bothering her. "Are you ok?"

"I'm fine, if my employees were worried they should have talked to me themselves, not the founder of the hospital who no longer works here." She said loudly.

"They're afraid of you, and also I've known you longer." He replied. How dare the man who left her at he altar have the audacity to say that he knew her. He didn't know her, or what she had been through when he left. Did he think that the altar was the most painful thing to happen to her? Because it sure wasn't.

"You've known me for a year. Shane knew me for one too."

"Shane was never in a relationship with you." He said.

Cristina snorted in amusement, he was making her point more obvious. "You don't know that."

"Honestly not surprised."

She slammed her laptop shut, glaring at him furiously and he only gave her a small smirk.

"Fine, I slept with my ex-husband slept who is dating his other ex-wife, and now I'm here because he's a bitch." Crisitna replied bitterly.

"What did he do?" Asked Burke.

"He slept with me."

"What did he do after he slept with you?"

"I dunno, how would I? I left before he could."

Burke considered this. "Wait, So you left your ex-husband for sleeping with you."

"There's a longer story than that." She said simply, feeling the urge to push him out.

"Hmm?"

"We aren't friends Preston."

"No we aren't, but you're a zombie, and soon you're going on a killing streak rather than a saving streak. Now what is going on. Or at least why are enough so upset."

She glared again at him and crossed her arms. Why did she care? The man had ruined her life for a year, where she slept around with random people all the time. Six years later, the exact thing happened, because of him. Because of him, she gave up everything, and she gave it up again.

It might have been easier if he hadn't offered the job. She and Meredith would still be best friends and she could go to her when she was down. But Burke changed too. He settled down, and he had children she couldn't ever give him if they were together.

She sighed and her jaw clenched tightly. There was a point where she was so in love with Burke that she couldn't think straight around him. Now she didn't feel anything but annoyance.

"We aren't friends Burke, you aren't my shrink either so you should probably go because I have a surgery in an hour." She replied.

"Look Dr. Yang, it's my hospital. If I don't feel like you're suited for this job anymore, I have the power to kick you out. Just talk to me and I'll leave you alone." He pushed his glasses up his nose and Cristina decided that she may as well open up to him. She wasn't pouring out her feelings, she was just going to tell him the story from a narrator's perspective.

"When you left I had to find the prices you took, and it took a while. So when I fell in love with my ex, I made sure the same thing didn't happen. But I may have taken a big piece of him that made him who he was. So when we divorced it was hard, but we kept trying not to see each other. It was basically impossible. Then I got this job, and five years later, Meredith Grey comes over and tells me he's dying. He has his best friend pregnant, dating Derek's ex-druggie sister, and is raising a fifteen-year-old drug addict and her son. Then we slept together, while he had a fucking girlfriend, two foster kids, and a pregnant best friend." Cristina pulled the edge of her scrubs nervously.

Burke looked at her funny. "Damn."

"Thanks. Leave me alone." She growled.

"That really sucks."

"Leave."

He continues standing before her and he sat himself on the chair in front of her. "Well don't take your anger out on the patients."

"I'm not angry!" She cried out. How dare he assume her emotions when all she could feel was numbness. That was what she was feeling. Nothing. She didn't feel happy, sad, or uncomfortable.

"Yea, we'll get your shit together if you say so."

"Fine."