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CAMILLA PLACED A CUPCAKE IN FRONT OF IZZIE AND PUT A BIRTHDAY TIARA IN HER HAIR,
"Treat for the birthday girl." She kissed the woman on the cheek, "Happy birthday."
"Thanks." Izzie laughed, picking up the cupcake and sticking her finger in the frosting, "Buttercream, good choice."
Dr. Bailey walked over, "Okay, we gotta move fast, people, so focus. Uh, O'Malley, the pit. Karev, you're with me. We've got a surgery. Stevens, the clinic budget is due. And Yang, Nieves, and Grey, wait for the Chief at the trauma bay." She ordered,
Camilla internally groaned. She couldn't handle the tension between Meredith and Cristina,
"What? Why?"
"All three of us?"
"Yes, all three of you. I don't know why, just go." Bailey snapped at them before walking away,
Camilla smiled at them, "The Three Musketeers again." Cristina rolled her eyes before walking away and Meredith followed.
"Have fun." George smirked,
She shook her head at him before following after the two girls.
"What do you got?" Meredith asked her boyfriend as they walked up to Dr. Shepherd and Hunt.
"Take a look." He handed her a piece of paper and she quickly snatched it.
Camilla leaned against the wall next to Owen, "So, what do we have?"
Instead of answering, he ignored her and walked to the other side of the corridor, still reading his paper.
Her day just got even better.
"Uh oh, what'd you do to piss him off?" Cristina asked her,
"No clue." She muttered,
"Caldwell as in the prison?" Meredith asked,
"Yeah."
Cristina and Camilla shared a look as Chief Webber walked up to the group, "You've read up on our VIP? Multiple stab wounds, badly beaten, he'll have guards with him at all times. Cuffs stay on, leg irons stay on. Watch your syringes, sharps, and pins. I don't want any accidents." The Chief's pager went off, "And he's here. You five are on my team. No interns. I want to keep this as quiet as possible. Get him in and out quickly, patch him up and get him on his way."
Owen handed Camilla the paper with all the information on the patient on it and she snatched it away before she and Cristina read it, "What's PDR?" Camilla whispered to her,
"No idea."
The two tied the yellow gowns on each other before catching up with the others, "Sir, what's PDR?" Cristina asked the Chief,
