CODING ━ grey's anatomy

chapter twenty four

"No cutting, no cutting!" Cristina shoved George as they joined the group after the others.

"Yang, you're late," Alex said.

"Hey, I got here before George."

"I'm here! I was here!"

"Nice of you to join us Yang," Bailey said, causing Alex to smirk.

"Oh, what are you smiling about?" Cristina scoffed. "Arent you supposed to be on the gynie brigade?"

"Yeah, whatever."

Meredith stopped suddenly, leaning against the wall while the rest of the group continued forward.

"Woman troubles?" Cristina asked as her and Cassie turned around to wait for the blonde.

"Men troubles," Meredith shook her head. "I think this dating two guys thing is getting to me. The stress of it. Finn, Derek. Derek, Finn. I think I'm getting an ulcer."

"McDreamy and the vet are making you sick?"

"Please don't call him McDreamy," Cassie shivered, sticking her tongue out.

Meredith sighed. "I just need to make a choice and get it over with."

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"Shawn Sullivan, 62. Had a minimally invasive bypass surgery two days ago to remove a blockage from his LAD," George presented.

"I'm all better now, thank you George. So, what do you think Miranda? Can I stop being a burden to you good people and go home?" the patient asked.

"You need to stop interrupting the doctors, Shawn," his wife scolded. "You need to listen to what they say."

"I need to get back to the dealership. They're going to can me if I'm gone to long."

"They can't can you sweetie, you're the best salesman they've got."

"What do you sell?" Cassie asked with a kind smile.

"Cars," he grinned proudly.

"My Shawnie could sell anything," his wife boasted.

"I believe he can," Bailey nodded. "What he can't sell me on, is going back to work before he gets his oxygen levels up. So put that oxygen back on Mr. Sullivan, before I even think about letting you out of here. And if I do, I want your word. Nothing fried, no alcohol, and no cigarettes."

"Oh, you're tough Miranda," he chuckled.

"I need your word Mr. Sullivan, or I'm not going to sign those discharge papers."

"I give you my word."

"Alright then. Mrs. Sullivan, you need to go to the front desk to fill out some paper work, and then you can take your husband home."

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As they walked past the nurses station, Meredith sat down on a bench and gripped her stomach in pain.

"You alright, Dr. Grey?" Bailey frowned.

"Yeah, Dr. Bailey," she sighed. "I just need to make a choice, is all."