Disclaimer: I do not own Grey's Anatomy.
Cristina Yang walked through the hallways of Seattle Grace Hospital sick to her stomach. She had the flu. She hadn't been able to keep any food down all morning. To make matters worse, she had just gotten reamed by Bailey for coming into work sick. She's afraid that Cristina would get the patients sick. 'Damn patients,' she thought to herself. They were the ones who had gotten her sick in the first place and she has to watch out for them?
She was putting the charts away in their respective bins when senior surgeon Preston Burke walked up to her.
"Dr. Yang, are you feeling alright?" he asked
"I have the flu," Cristina said.
"You have the flu? Do you want me to take you home?"
Cristina scoffed, "Go home? You go home." There was no way that she was going to go home. If she went home Meredith would get all her surgeries…or worse…Alex. Suddenly, she felt very sick and ran off to the bathroom. What she didn't realize is that she ran into the men's room instead of the ladies room. Burke saw all of this and got worried. He went into the men's room to check on Cristina and found her sitting on the floor with her back against the stall. Tears were streaming down her face.
He approached her slowly. "Are you alright?" Before she could answer him, she threw up again. She looked up at him looking weak and defeated. This was no the Cristina that he knew. The Cristina he knew was strong and independent. The Cristina he knew was fearless and brave. This was the first time he realized just how sick she actually was.
He sat down on the floor next to her leaning back against the stall. Tears streaming down her face, she buried her face in his chest and started to cry. The Cristina Yang he knew also didn't like to cry. He wrapped his arm around her holding her close.
Alex Karev walked into the bathroom. He was about to say something, when Burke gave him a look that would scare Bailey away. Alex walked out saying nothing.
"I'm gonna take you home," Burke said leaving her know room to argue.
Cristina being as stubborn as she is chose to argue. "I'm fine. Really. It's just a little cold."
"Okay," Burke said. "You should get back to work then."
Cristina got up off the floor and immediately fell back down. "Are you sure you don't want to go home?" Burke asked. He helped her off the floor and walked her to his car.
She was silent all the way to her apartment. He had to keep looking over at her to make sure she was awake.
When they arrived at her apartment, he put the car in park and turned off the ignition. He looked over at her and she was indeed asleep. He walked around to the passenger side and opened the door. He shook her gently, "Cristina, you've got to get up. You can sleep when we get inside."
He helped her out of the car and into her apartment. Walking her to her bedroom he said, "You get changed and I'll make you some tea." Again, leaving no room for her to argue.
Cristina nodded sleepily. She pulled off her scrub top, slipped off her shoes and scrub pants. She put on her favorite shirt and slid in to bed.
Burke came back into Cristina's room with a cup of hot tea. She was already asleep. He looked at her sleeping form and smiled, 'So that's where that shirt went,' he thought. He set the cup of tea on the end table and covered her with the blanket. He placed a kiss on her forehead and was about to leave when he heard her say weakly, "Don't go."
He walked around to the other side of the bed. He took off his shoes and shirt and slid into bed. Wrapping his arms around her, he again kissed her head and watched her drift off to sleep as he always did whenever they were together.