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CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN. staring at the sun. season three, episode eight.
ALEX, IZZIE, CASSIE, CRISTINA, AND GEORGE WERE SITTING IN THE LOCKER ROOM. The five were staring at the chart in George's hands, and Cassie had a comforting arm around his shoulders.
"Today is the day, people," Meredith beamed as she entered the room. "Today is the day when dark and twisty Meredith disappears forever, and bright and shiny Meredith takes her place. You're probably not going to want to be friends with me anymore, cause the sheer intensity of my happiness will make your teeth hurt. That's okay, because life is good. Life is good."
Cassie cleared her throat. "Mer—"
"Wait, what's going on?" she asked, noticing the solemn vibe.
"George's dad was admitted last night," Izzie informed her.
"Oh my god, is he okay?"
"He's fine," George said simply.
"He passed out, hit the floor, and fractured his clavicle," Cassie finished.
"His clavicle is fine," George disagreed. "Callie said, uh, she said it's fine."
"Are those his AM labs?"
"He's complaining of severe abdominal pain," Cassie bit her lip in thought.
Cristina nodded. "He doesn't have peritoneal signs, that's good."
Bailey entered the room, looking around. "Has anybody seen—" she cut herself off when she saw the chart in George's hands.
George froze. "I was just looking at it."
"Don't you think me reading it is more important than you reading it?"
"Sure. Fine. He's going to be fine."
"You're on scut today. You'll be distracted."
"No I won't."
"Family members do not treat family members. Scut."
"I'm scrubbing in on a surgery with Dr. Burke this morning," Cristina perked up.
"Of course you are," Bailey rolled her eyes. "Karev, Harper, you're with Sloan. Grey, pit. Stevens, shadow Karev."
Cassie made eye contact with her resident, a pointed look crossing her features. "Dr. Bailey, may I speak to you?"
