your rhythm is a mess - merzona

song 8

Meredith's POV

Dr. Montgomery reached out her hand towards Dr. Robbins. I saw. I saw every smile those two pulled for each other from the moment they entered the gallery. God. I can't act like a crazy girlfriend right now. I thought and laughed.

"Mer, are you sure she's asexual?" Izzie's voice sprung beside me.

"Mm, that's why we're going to talk to her," George replied, "To figure it out."

As these two idiots talk beside me, Dr. Robbins walked away arms intertwined with Dr. Montgomery. And I can't help but squint my eyes.

Oh. 

For a second, Dr. Montgomery's eyes reach mine.

Those are fiery eyes, damn.

"Mer," Izzie blurred me back.

I look to the door and the occupant by it.

"Dr. Shepherd," George nodded. He had the initiative to seek through the glass of the door for Cristina. 

In mere seconds, Cristina came out looking exhausted. Unlike Dr. Shepherd.

"I'll see you interns tomorrow." he saluted us. And it really irked me. There he goes acting like a good guy again. I can read him like an open book, and I really hope he doesn't pursue me. Or am I just being full of myself thinking an attending likes me? Maybe. 

"He must be into you," George said wary. I felt Izzie lean onto me, "Gosh."

I shook my head, shaking their thoughts behind. I make my way beside Cristina and held her shoulders tight, "Enough about me, we're here for Cristina remember?"

Cristina's eyes shot open and stared at each and everyone of us. Her hands bat mine away from her shoulders. She says, "Is this the me having no crushes thing?"

Betraying our expectations, Cristina was too tired to even put up a fight. Her voice filled with air.

Izzie smiles innocently, not knowing whether she should laugh or feel bad.

I sigh, "Fine, let's go to an on-call room and rest. But," she says that 'but' sharply. "We are still having that conversation, Cristina."

Cristina nodded slightly, her eyes shut. 

George bit his lip, suppressing a laugh. "Here, lean onto me."

Izzie nodded as approval, "Good job, George." She then walks with me, behind the two.

"I get that we're talking about Cristina and her crush worries, but don't you think you also owe us a story or two?"

Confused, I look up.

Izzie giggles, "So who is it? Dr. Shepherd," she paused, widening her eyes. "Or Dr. Robbins."