𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 [𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐲'𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐲]

forever young

forever young

"Why are you so late?" Alex asked as Cassie walked out to the ambulance bay. "You missed Bailey's chief resident speech.

She rolled her eyes putting on gloves as she angrily responded, "My alarm went off and nobody woke me up."

Cassie joined Callie, Alex, and the Chief as an ambulance rode up. The paramedic detailing, "Tricia Hale, 17. Vital signs stable. Sustained a large facial laceration, trauma to the buttock area, and an open fracture to the right leg."

"It's still bleeding. My face is still bleeding." Tricia shouted as Callie attempted to calm her. "We? No one is touching my face until of spoken to the head of plastic surgery—no one."

They wheeled her into Trauma Room 2 as the Chief had told them to do, Sloan arriving to fix her face. "You better be able to fix my face." She told him. "I have Pom Statewide in a month."

"You're a cheerleader?" Alex asked.

"I'm a pom." She stated.

Cassie pondered, "Is that like half of a pom-pom?" Alex began to chuckle at her statement. "What?"

Sloan then explained, "Cheerleaders just jump around. Poms are dancers." The whole group raised their eyebrows at the man. "I was on the football team."

The blonde nodded sarcastically as she left to call up for an OR. Passing Meredith and Cristina on her way, "Why does your patient have a cigarette?"

"A cigarette?" Cristina questioned before snatching out of her patient's hand.

Cassie shouted down the hallway, "You're welcome!"

—

"So, who were you in high school?" Alex asked as the scrubbed out of Tricia Hale's surgery.

She looked up at him, drying her hands, "Huh?" She furrowed her brows before relaxing her face. "Oh, uh, I don't know. I had friends, but I wasn't popular. Liked science, but I wasn't a geek. I was in the middle. I wouldn't ask you who you were. I'm sure you haven't changed since high school."

The two chuckled as they left the scrub room. Cassie splitting away from Alex and heading down to the ER, spotting George and a flustered Bailey at the nurses' station.

"Geez, what's up with Bailey?" Cassie questioned as she leaned over the station to where George sat. Bailey just leaving the seat next to him in a clumsy manner.

George looked up at her, "Oh, she ran into a high school friend in the ER and she's acting like a giddy schoolgirl around him."

"Oh, so like you?" The blonde joked, smiling down at him.

"Shut up." He said while shaking his head and looking back down at his chart.

Cassie moved around, going to sit next to him. "I have a cheerleader—sorry, a pom girl—with a broken ass and I'm with Alex, so."

George apologized, "Oh, sorry about that one."

She nodded, "He's fine, I guess. Bearable. It's actually better now that we've broken up, not that we were really dating in the first place." She leaned back in the chair moving it around in a back-and-forth manner. "What's up with you and Izzie?" He questioned.

He suddenly stopped writing down in the chart, quickly darting his eyes up at her. "W-why? What d-did she say something?"

"Uh, no." She responded to his reaction, startled by his stuttering. "I mean, you guys are totally awkward around each other and you've been complaining about how bad the sex has been since you two got together."

She waited for his response, but his end stayed silent. "It's weird not seeing you two be best friends. You guys are so stiff around one another." She told him.

George thought for a second before looking back up from his charts. "Izzie's not my best friend."

"Hmm?"

"You are."

—

"Do you know what's going on with George and Izzie? I tried asking George, but that was no use." Cassie told Meredith and Cristina as they sat as the bar.

Meredith shook her head, her mind obviously occupied, "I have no clue. If you don't know, I definitely don't know." Cassie sipped her beer as she watched Meredith watch Derek and the perky Sydney Heron in a booth across the bar.

"What's going on with you and Derek?" The blonde wondered out loud.

Cristina answered for her, "They're sleeping together, but they aren't together."

She nodded her head, "Oh, I see. So, like, exes with benefits or something?" She furrowed her brows thinking about it before relaxing them and moving her head in understanding.

Just then Derek got up from his seat in the booth walking across to where the girls sat at the bar. Giving an invitation to Meredith to head back to his trailer. The two heading out of Joe's and up the stairs.

"Well, if she's leaving, I guess I'll go too." Cassie got up from her seat grabbing her bag. "Beer made me a bit sleepy." Cristina waved her off, not making a noise.

The blonde made her way home, heading into the kitchen right away. "Hey, you making something?" She inquired to Izzie, spotting her behind the island counters.

"No, uh..." She trailed off.

Cassie placed her bag down on the kitchen table, "You okay?"

Izzie then explained, "Yeah, yeah. Me and George just broke up, I guess."

"Oh, I'm sorry. How are you feeling?" She comforted, rubbing her arm up and down.

"It's for the best," Izzie told her. "I mean, we're still friends."

Cassie's eye widened, "Really? That isn't going to be awkward?"

"You and Alex, that's awkward. George and me, that's not awkward." Izzie stated.

"Are you sure?"

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a/n: this chapter is shorter than usual, i know, but i really struggled to make it any longer. sorry for the wait, but my family in the sims 4 had me very occupied. you can blame them, not me. hopefully i can have inspiration strike sooner and rather than later for the next chapter.