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CHAPTER FORTY FOUR where the wild things are. season four, episode twelve.
☆ trigger warning ☆ brief mentions of eating disorders
IT HAD BEEN SIX WEEKS SINCE CASSIE AND MARK HAD BEEN ALONE IN A ROOM TOGETHER.They would see each other in passing, work together, and even go to Joe's with Derek, but they were never alone. Cassie, as emotionally stunted as she was, hid her feelings well.
Mark, on the other hand... let's just say, he'd been a bit more irritable than usual.
Mark loved Cassie. He loved the way she lit up a room without even trying, he loved the way she would blush madly when she was excited, and he loved the way she connected with patients and made them feel safe. He loved her.
And if Cassie would've stopped avoiding him at all costs whenever he so much as glanced in her direction, he might have be able to tell her that, before he lost hope.
But, in the end, Cassie was still Cassie; she expertly avoided dealing with her feelings, until they came bursting out all at once.
If only she knew how soon that would be.
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Cassie was patiently waiting in the ambulance bay, already in her trauma gown and gloves, when the rest of the residents came rushing out.
After noticing that Cassie was already there, they all simultaneously rolled their eyes.
"Of course you're already here," Izzie groaned. "When do you sleep?"
"I don't," Cassie deadpanned, giving her a distasteful look. "And don't talk to me."
The residents were in the middle of a surgical contest; the person with the most points at the end got to win. None of them knew what the prize was, but that didn't stop them from trying to kick each others asses.
"Who's winning?" Meredith asked Alex, who was holding a clipboard keeping track of points.
"Yang and Cass are tied," he said.
The two shared a smirk. "Surprised?" they asked in unison.
Izzie scoffed. "What? Let me see... I'm twenty six points behind? That's not possible. Count again. What about all the surgeries?"
"You only get three points for watching. You have to do," Cristina informed her.
"I do do," the blonde defended herself. "I can't make them let me do procedures."
"You gotta ask," Meredith said.
Cristina nodded. "You gotta take charge of your own destiny, make it happen."
