"Hey, watch your hand," Cristina said, looking back at Jackson Avery, who responded with thanks.
She turned back to stare at Owen, feeling her emotions well inside of her. Her patient wanted to die and leave his wife alone, sure, but at least they'd had time together to love each other. She would always have the memories even though he would be gone. Cristina couldn't help but feel that she was wasting her time keeping herself apart from Owen. Why even was she doing that when life could end so abruptly?
Suddenly interrupting her reverie she heard a familiar voice behind her say, "Hello Cristina."
She turned, not expecting it to be the person she thought, only to come face-to-face with Preston Burke.
Owen boarded the elevator.