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CHAPTER SEVENTEEN it's the end of the world as we know it. season two, episodes sixteen + seventeen.
CASSIE HAD THE FEELING. As a relatively intuitive person, she liked to think that she could sense when something bad was about to happen. Of course, it could easily just be her anxiety disorder making things out to be worse than they are, but then again, she'd never been wrong before.
The day her mom died, she had a sudden urge from the moment she woke up to get everything she needed to say off her chest. She did, and Bonnie died only a few hours later.
She had the feeling when Addison cheated on Derek, when her dog died a few years back, the first time Denny was rushed to the hospital for his heart, and even the night when Addison showed up at Seattle Grace.
And today, she had the feeling.
So, she was staying home.
Crawling into Meredith's bed, Cassie turned on her side to face her person. "I have the feeling."
Meredith mirrored her position. "You too?"
Cassie sighed. "Me too."
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Izzie and George shared an exhausted look, glaring at the two girls in the king sized bed. "You have to go to work," Izzie said determinedly. "You're an intern. Saving lives is not optional."
"Yes, it is. We're staying home."
George attempted a softer approach, moving to sit on the edge of the bed. "Hey Mer, Cass, maybe there'll be a horrible accident nearby the hospital. Cut a bunch of people open. Sternotomies, craniotomies. That'd be fun, right?"
"I don't care about surgeries," Meredith grumbled, turning over and resting her head on Cassie's shoulder.
Twenty minutes later, Cristina stood in the center of the room, dressed for work with a deadpan expression. "You have a feeling?"
"Yes," they chorused.
"Okay, what kind of feeling?"
"A bad one," Cassie said, staring at the ceiling.
"Like I might die," Meredith added.
Cristina rolled her eyes. "Today? Tomorrow? In 50 years? Because we're all gonna die eventually!"
"Enlightening."
"But now, we're late. Let's go."
Meredith groaned. "Cristina!"
Cristina centered herself to avoid an outburst, and sat down on the bed in the same place that George did. "Okay. This is me being supportive."
