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CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR what i am. season three, episode four.
CASSIE NOTICED MEREDITH CHUGGING A BOTTLE OF PEPTO BISMOL WHEN SHE ENTERED THE LOCKER ROOM."Are you okay?" she questioned with concern, slightly grossed out. The pink medicine had always repulsed her.
"Um, yeah," Meredith sighed. "Are you?"
"I'm always okay."
"So, Izzie left the house this morning. That's a good sign," George said as he came into the locker room. He paused in his steps when he saw Cassie. "Oh, sorry, Cass."
"It's fine," she shrugged, tying her shoelaces and sending him a tight lipped smile. "Everything is fine."
George frowned at her, and then again at the sight of a sick looking Meredith. "Are you okay?"
"That's what I asked."
Meredith shook her head. "I'm just not feeling like myself."
"O'Malley has that effect on women," Alex smirked from the corner. "Ask Dr. Torres."
George scoffed. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"George, you threw Callie out on her ass," Cassie reminded him.
"I did not. Who told you that?"
Cassie looked at him obviously. "Callie."
"Don't worry," Alex shrugged, "I get it. She's hot, but she's not for you."
"Why's that?"
"Because she's hot."
Cassie walked across the room and flicked him on the head. "Shut up." She turned to George. "You're both hot, you're both awesome, and you're great together. You just have to apologize."
George gave Cassie a thankful look and began to exit the locker room, until he stopped in his tracks. "You think I'm hot?" he smiled.
Cassie laughed lightly, punching him in the arm and leaving the room.
The second she got through the doors, the smile wiped itself off her face and the numbness returned.
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"Let's go people. I've been in surgery since 2 a.m. I'm in no mood," Bailey said, leading her interns over to the patient's room.
