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CHAPTER EIGHTEEN yesterday. season two, episode eighteen.
CASSIE GROANED AS SHE TURNED OVER IN BED, SMILING AT THE PERSON NEXT TO HER. After nearly getting blown up, she figured that life was short, and she should spend it having fun. Or, in her case, having one night stands with a random handful of people from the hospital.
The girl in her bed, who was a nurse on the psych floor, grinned back at her as she got up to get dressed. Cassie almost felt bad for not knowing her name.
"That was fun," the nurse said, zipping up her dress from the night before. "Though, I don't usually do sleepovers."
"Me neither," Cassie shrugged nonchalantly. "But it was late on a Friday night, I didn't want you getting into an accident on your way home."
"That's nice of you," she smiled, finishing tying her shoes and heading towards the door. "Well, uh, I guess I'll see you around?"
Cassie nodded, "Yeah, see you."
Just as the nurse left her room, George entered, raising his brows. "Another one?"
"What?" she asked defensively. "She was cute."
He tilted his head sarcastically. "So am I, but you're not doing me."
"Is this your way of asking me out?" Cassie teased. "And here I thought you were in love with Mer."
"I am—" George replied instantly, before hastily correcting himself, "—not. I am not."
Laughing, Cassie got out of bed and made her way to the bathroom to get ready for yet another eighteen hour shift.
"Whatever you say, Georgie."
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Cassie was changing in the locker room, listening to Cristina and Meredith moan about how terrible their love lives are. As she threw on her scrubs, she was reminded just how grateful she was to be single.
"You know, he's acting like I committed a crime," Cristina ranted. "Like my apartment is full of stolen goods. He's acting like I kept my apartment to hide stolen goods, so I could do illegal transplants for money."
"Are you sure he's not just acting like you lied about moving in?" Meredith raised a brow.
Cristina rolled her eyes. "Okay, what's wrong with you?"
"My mommy's a filthy whore."
Cassie glanced between them with an appraising look. "I'm not even going to ask."
