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CHAPTER TWENTY NINE six days, part one. season three, episode eleven.
"GOOD MORNING," CASSIE SMILED AT MARK AS SHE TURNED OVER IN HIS BED. Over the past few nights, she had been spending the night in his hotel room rather than Meredith's house, for one reason and one reason only; Izzie Stevens.
Cassie didn't think she could despise the blonde any more than she already did, until Izzie became her regular self again.
The way she was, before she killed Denny.
If she were honest, Cassie would say that she simply didn't understand how Izzie was already back to normal. After all, she certainly wasn't.
Seeing Izzie happy made a deep rage bubble in the pit of Cassie's stomach, so much so that she could no longer stand to be in the same house as her. Perhaps she was holding a grudge, but in her opinion, some grudges were meant to be held.
Of course, there were rules to her and Mark's constant sleepovers. Rule number one, no having sex, because sex is notorious for ruining friendships, and she cared about him too much to let that happen. Rule number two— well, actually, that was the only rule. But still, it was strongly enforced.
"Good morning," Mark smiled back at her. "Sleep well?"
"Yeah, actually," she responded, standing up and throwing her hair in a bun so she could wash her face. "You?"
"I guess, but I would've slept even better if—"
"No sex, Mark," Cassie deadpanned.
"Why not?" he argued playfully. "You're hot. I'm hot."
"Just because we're both hot, doesn't mean we should be sleeping together."
"That's exactly why we should be sleeping together." Cassie narrowed her eyes, throwing a shoe at him which just barely missed his head. "Fine. But you're missing out, angel."
"If anyone's missing out, it's you."
He sighed dramatically. "And don't I know it."
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"So," Meredith turned to Cristina as the interns made their way to rounds, "how's Burke doing?"
