CODING ━ grey's anatomy

chapter seventy seven

"Mm," Cassie hummed, slipping out of his grip and placing one last kiss to his knuckles, "I'd like to see you try."

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Cassie was absolutely sure her day couldn't get any worse.

Arizona left, Cristina quit, Meredith was being weird, her cramps were out of control, and now, she had a four-foot-tall stack of charts to go through before the end of the day, because apparently the new interns couldn't do anything right.

The pain in her stomach had her nearly doubling over several times throughout the day, in addition to a newly acquired headache, and the several ibuprofen she took didn't seem to help in the slightest.

Not only that, but Mark had left before lunch to go home and bake some extremely complicated—but admittedly tasty—casserole for Cristina and Owen's housewarming party.

So, she was miserable and alone.

Well, not completely alone.

"Ow!" Lexie winced, almost knocking Cassie backwards as they approached their lunch table. "Okay, since when is it okay to shoot people in this hospital?"

Entirely confused, Cassie's attention was drawn to Alex, who had some sort of toy gun loaded with ping-pong balls next to his food, which admittedly made her a bit nauseous at the sight.

Sure, it was lunchtime and she hadn't eaten breakfast, but with the way her stomach already felt, Cassie couldn't imagine adding any fuel to the fire.

(Still, Alex noticed the empty space in front of her and gave her his peeled orange.)

Rue, who immediately pulled Lexie to sit beside her, shook her head at Alex and began gently rubbing Lexie's arm where she'd been hit.

"Fucking Gary 2.0 over here."

"They never learn," Lexie added with a huff.

Just as she finished speaking, Jackson and April, who were on the opposite side of the table, were assaulted with ping-pong balls mid-conversation, not that Alex seemed to care in the slightest.

Lexie stole the toy gun from his hand with a scowl. "Okay, inappropriate."

"Very," Rue nodded in agreement, despite the fact that she quickly took the gun from her girlfriend's hand and shot Alex in the forehead.

Cassie flinched, ignoring the pain in her stomach enough to mumble a quiet, "Okay, no shooting people in the face, please."

They all kept talking, after that, but Cassie wasn't paying much attention. A sharp pain in her temple stole her attention; a migraine, probably, due to her hormones.

And then her stomach cramped, again, and quietly, she let out a hiss of pain. A rush of lightheadedness came over her, urging her to set her elbow on the table and rest her head in her hand.

Seemingly done with his hushed conversation, Jackson turned his attention back to the others, nudging Cassie's knee with his foot shortly thereafter. "Hey, you alright?"