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CHAPTER THIRTY THREE drowning on dry land. season three, episodes fifteen and sixteen.
ONCE AGAIN, CASSIE HAD THE FEELING.The same feeling she'd had far too many times in her twenty three years of life. The bad feeling, that's always right. The feeling she had the day Denny died, when she almost got blown up, and many times before that.
So, she was staying in bed.
"Cassie, you can't just stay in bed all day," Derek rolled his eyes, staring at the small lump hidden under the covers that he assumed was her body.
After pulling Meredith out of the bathtub so she wouldn't drown herself less than ten minutes before, he really couldn't handle another person he cared about acting strange.
"I'm pretty sure I can," Cassie retorted, her voice muffled by the comforter.
"Okay, let me rephrase," he sighed. "I'm not going to let you stay in bed all day."
"What are you going to do? Drag me out by my hair?"
Derek smiled tightly. "If I have to, yes."
"Ugh, Derek!" Cassie groaned, throwing the covers down and sitting up to face him. She leaned against the headboard, her arms crossed over her chest. "It's only one day, just let me stay home."
"You're an intern, Cass. You don't just get to decide when you feel like coming in to work. You save lives for a living. Get up, get dressed, and get your ass out that door, now."
Cassie narrowed her eyes at him. "You totally stole that from Cristina."
"I— I may have called her."
"I'm not leaving this bed, Derek."
Derek sighed for the millionth time that morning, and sat on the edge of the bed. "What's wrong, Eeyore?"
Cassie glared at him for the nickname. "I am not Eeyore."
"You're totally Eeyore," he smirked, before turning more serious. "Tell me."
"I have the feeling," she blurted. "And before you say anything, I just want to remind you that whenever I have the feeling, people die."
"Cass—"
"My mom, Dylan the bomb squad guy, my dog Oreo. Remember Oreo?" she paused, reminiscing. "Anyway, the list goes on. Denny, your marriage with Addison—"
"Okay, I get it."
"I'm sorry, but it's true," Cassie shrugged. "This time, it might be me, Derek. I'm staying home."
"Are you sure that this isn't just you needing a day off?" Derek wondered. "I mean, you've been working really hard recently, maybe you just need some time to—"
