Cristina Yang.

Seriously?


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rebeccaxlexington:

cristinaxyang:

“But they said…”
  

So, should I leave the supply closet then…?

Considering everybody else is doing something productive… Yeah.
 


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rebeccaxlexington:

cristinaxyang:

You cowardly interns.
 

But they said… Right, nevermind.

"But they said…"
  


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rebeccaxlexington:

cristinaxyang:

Or hey, funny idea but what if you tended to a patient? That’s what they pay you to do.
 

But… We’re on lockdown?

You cowardly interns.
 


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rebeccaxlexington:

cristinaxyang:

You can’t possibly tell me that the only thing you have to do is… sing to yourself? 
 

It’s really kind of the only thing I can do… I thought about reorganizing the supply closet but then I figured that would probably be a bad idea…

Or hey, funny idea but what if you tended to a patient? That’s what they pay you to do.
 


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rebeccaxlexington:

cristinaxyang:

Hi

You can’t possibly tell me that the only thing you have to do is… sing to yourself? 
 


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rebeccaxlexington:

take one down, pass it around, 98 bottles of medicine on the wall…

 


This lockdown needs to end.

dr-katherine-reynolds:

I can’t stand being stuck in this place for too much longer.

This ones been short compared to our last.
 



breaking the rules / meredith & cristina

mergreymd:

Working in the ER assessing the trauma cases that required general surgery was usually interesting, and Meredith enjoyed being assigned there most of the time.  However, today was not one of those days.  Not long after she’d arrived in the trauma room her pager had gone crazy, everyone’s pagers had been the same, all beeping loudly.  She took her pager from her side and checked it, the words lockdown flashing on it.  Meredith’s immediate response was to look around, checking the responses of the others in the ER.  Seeing expressions of confusion, shock, panic, a mixed bunch of responses, Meredith looked again, ensuring she’d read the pager correctly.  Fear flooded through her as she realised that it was in fact a lockdown once more, it wasn’t a drill, it was really happening.  The last time there’d been a lockdown…well those were really memories that Meredith didn’t want to remember.  She’d had a miscarriage, Derek had been shot, her person had become a shell of the person she once was…that had been one of the worst days of her life, and that was saying a lot considering just how much Meredith Grey had been through. 

After dealing with the chaos of the ER room along with fellow residents Harbour and Kennedy, having focused completely on saving the patient ignoring the fact that they were in a lockdown, Meredith knew she needed to check on her person.  After everything Cristina had been through last time, with Gary Clark, Meredith was worried for her.  Post traumatic stress disorder was something that could easily be triggered, and if Cristina was having a meltdown, Meredith needed and wanted to go to her, screw the lockdown.  They’d been walking around last time anyway, and if they hadn’t things would have been drastically different.  For one thing, it was unlikely Meredith’s husband would still be alive today.  Meredith had sent a few messages Cristina’s way, and knew she definitely needed to go to her person…she was breaking the rules of lockdown once more, screw what everyone said. 

Meredith turned and left the ER, having spoken to Harbour and Kennedy, telling them to handle it if anything else came up.  They were capable enough of dealing with anything, and Cristina was far more important to Meredith at this point in time.  She headed towards the OR floor, taking the stairs instead of the elevator, being reminded of how Alex had ended up in an elevator on the floor bleeding out from a bullet.  She walked slowly and carefully, looking around with each step, making sure she was alone, no one was following her and that she didn’t come into contact with anyone with a gun.  Meredith had no idea what so ever of why there was even a lockdown going on, but she didn’t want to take any chances of meeting a gunman in the hallway.  She didn’t even want to think about the repercussions of that sort of meeting. 

Reaching the OR floor, Meredith crept along the wall towards OR 4 where she knew Cristina had been with Teddy, and opened the door quietly, stepping into the scrub room.  She reached out and knocked on the window to the OR, nodding towards Cristina before turning away and leaning back against the scrub room sinks.  She heard the automatic door go and turned to her person.  “Cristina?”  She asked quietly, worried, hoping beyond everything that her friend’s PTSD had not returned.  “There’s been no lying on the OR floor has there?  I mean…I can handle it if there has, we can deal with it, there’s no need to worry, I just need to know what we’re dealing with here.”

Today was supposed to be easy. Today was supposed to go by like any other day in Seattle Grace. And in the beginning, it had been. Cristina and Teddy got an emergency cardio trauma case that had taken them right up to the OR. They’d gotten straight to work. Halfway through the procedure, both Altman and Cristina’s pagers began to go off. They didn’t think much of it, ignoring them at first, until one of the scrub nurses informed them of the news. Lockdown. Hands in the patient Cristina had froze. Her mind began to race, mental images of the last lockdown they had clouding her memory. She hadn’t even realized that her movements halted until Altman’s voice broke through her.

"Dr Yang? Are you alright?"

Cristina turned her head to Teddy, taking a slow deep breath. She then looked back down to her patient. What was she doing? She needed to be focused on the patient, not the memories from hell. But all she could focus on was images of her laying under an OR table next to Meredith. No, you’re better than that Yang

"I’m fine Dr Altman." Cristina replied, trying to shake off her nerves. Lockdowns were just something that set off the normally calm Cristina Yang into a dramatic shock. It hadn’t been a secret that she had PTSD after the shooting. Everybody sort of did in their own way. Lexie had been admitted to the psych ward, though they declared her sleep-deprived, something in which Mark Sloan refused to believe and had tried his hardest to keep her out of any OR or big cases for awhile. Karev walked around the hospital like the keeper of the key to New York City with a bullet in his chest. Meredith had tried her hardest to remain fine but being her person, Cristina knew that there was no way dark and twisty was just ‘fine’. And Cristina, well, she had been a mess. She slept at Derek and Meredith’s house most nights, especially on ones when Owen was working. She really couldn’t stand to be alone. She hid under an OR table, and much more. It most definitely had been a rough time.

The OR fell silent until the procedure was over. Cristina’s game face was on the whole time, not even flinching once and not allowing the fear she felt to take over. Moments after the surgery was done she had began texting Meredith. Not her husband. Meredith. Her person. The one who Cristina cried in front of when she needed to, the person who was there through everything. She’d saved the woman’s husband with a gun to her head for God sakes. The two both agreed that it’d be best for Meredith and her to meet up. Neither of them ever listened to the rules anyway and in a time like this, of course they weren’t going to. 

Hearing a knock on the OR window, Cristina left silently. She exhaled a breath that she hadn’t even known she’d been holding. “No,” She replied. No sarcastic remark, no witty comment, just a simple no. She was scared, no doubt about that. What if there was another gunman in the hospital? Or worse? What if there were two? “There’s been no begging for people to shoot you instead of somebody else, has there?”