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A room at the Arms Hotel, Monday morning
Jun. 18th, 2018 11:35 amCristina was in bed. She had every intention of staying in bed for the foreseeable future. What reason was there to get out of bed, after all? She wasn't printing human hearts. She wasn't even a surgeon anymore. She was barely a doctor. She was somehow four years in the future and no matter what Jono said, losing four years was not going to be okay. She'd been kidnapped by a magical island of weirdos, the laws of science no longer meant anything, and everyone she tried to talk to about it just blew that off like it was no big deal.
Also, she was out of tequila and very, very hung over.
So she was going to stay in bed. Damn the bedsores. And the slow atrophy of her muscles. If life was even a little fair, she'd go full-on catatonic like after the plane crash, so she wouldn't have to think about how very unfair life really was. Nothing could get her out of this bed.
Except for her cellphone ringing. With Meredith's number.
( This is probably going to get a bit long )
Right, so Cristina was not getting out of bed. Until her conversation with Meredith -- who was apparently staying home sick today to day-drink -- finally petered out.
So maybe sometime by midweek, then.
[For establishy purposes unless someone can come up with a reason to come visit Cristina in her hotel room. OOC is also welcome. Meredith's side of the conversation is based on details from the first three episodes of Grey's Anatomy season 11. God, but I love my weird-ass show.]
Also, she was out of tequila and very, very hung over.
So she was going to stay in bed. Damn the bedsores. And the slow atrophy of her muscles. If life was even a little fair, she'd go full-on catatonic like after the plane crash, so she wouldn't have to think about how very unfair life really was. Nothing could get her out of this bed.
Except for her cellphone ringing. With Meredith's number.
( This is probably going to get a bit long )
Right, so Cristina was not getting out of bed. Until her conversation with Meredith -- who was apparently staying home sick today to day-drink -- finally petered out.
So maybe sometime by midweek, then.
[For establishy purposes unless someone can come up with a reason to come visit Cristina in her hotel room. OOC is also welcome. Meredith's side of the conversation is based on details from the first three episodes of Grey's Anatomy season 11. God, but I love my weird-ass show.]
