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Dr. Meredith Grey (darkntwisty) wrote,

Meredith immediately fell silent and blew a strand of hair out of her eyes. She didn't want lunch - lunch was evil and making her ass fatter because she was pretty sure that she'd consumed the cafeteria's entire supply of chocolate pudding over the course of eighteen hours and they weren't even close to being done with their shift. "Derek's a whore. I'm saying he's a whore because he keeps looking at me. With Addison in the room, which would make it awkward except I'm trying to like her, so that totally makes me a whore too. Or whatever."

It then occurred to her that Izzie was talking about surgery and she would've been excited about that, except she was on Addison's service and she was supposed to care about the baby. Not the pregnant mommy whose brain Derek was about to be cutting into at the same time. "And don't look at me, I'm in fluffy pink vagina land with a baby who might die."

She was waiting for Cristina to roll her eyes, but at the moment, Meredith really couldn't blame her. They were surgeons. Sitting and watching sucked. They were learning and that was great, but not when learning constituted trying to think about learning and not the hot dirty fantasy sex involving a married man. That was like mentally being the other woman or something.