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CHAPTER THIRTY SIX desire. season three, episode twenty one.
THE INTERNS WERE GATHERED AT CRISTINA AND BURKE'S APARTMENT WHILE THEY STUDIED FOR THEIR INTERN EXAMS.Over the last few weeks, the engaged couple had made up and began to prepare for the wedding.
Meredith and Derek were still happy, Izzie and George slept together and had yet to tell anyone, and Cassie was putting all of her focus and energy into studying to avoid thinking about Mark.
There was a lot going on, to say the least.
"What are the signs of a central line infection?" Alex asked Meredith, who was sitting in the hot seat.
"Puss, redness and fever."
"What's Kahn's syndrome?"
"Wait, wait, I know this," Meredith cringed.
Izzie pointed to her watch. "Tick tock, dude."
"Um—"
"Cracking under the pressure?" George exclaimed.
"No! Um... hypocortolis... cortolism..."
"Primary hyprodostrolonism!" Cassie shouted, a wide grin on her face. "Out of the seat bitch, my turn!"
Izzie got up, sprinted forward and beat her to the seat. "No, it's my turn!"
"No it's not," Cristina disagreed. "It's my turn!"
"I answered the question!" Cassie huffed, sitting back down on the edge of the couch.
Burke walked into the room, standing between Cristina and Cassie, holding a piece of potential wedding cake. "Try this one," he told his fiancé. "White sponge with vanilla butter cream."
Cristina scoffed. "Okay, yeah. I'm trying to study for the most important test of my intern career. I don't have time for wedding cake."
"Just try it."
"Go, go!" Cassie interrupted, gesturing to the cards George was holding. "We don't have all day!"
"What is the strongest layer of the small bowel?" he asked dramatically.
"Damn it. Damn it. Damn it. Damn it," Izzie mumbled, racking her brain.
"It is not snot," George hinted.
"Damn it!"
"Submucousa!" Cassie yelled out, pumping her fist in the air when George nodded and gave her a high five. "Yes, suck it blondie!"
