2.14

"Four surgeries, four fatalities, and the day has barely started. Can I have a bite of that?" George turned to Cristina.

"No. You're in my apartment, you don't get to be in my food." She complained.

"Dr. Burke gave me a protein bar this morning."

"He packs his lunch for him, did I mention."

"Well, I think it's sweet." The short girl said. Things we're still a bit weird between George and Helena but they were starting to get back to their friendship.

"I talked to the morgue guy..." Izzie informed, biting an apple.

"The one with the unibrow?" Meredith asked.

"The one with the teeth thing. He said that surgical fatalities come in threes and sevens. Says there'll be three more before midnight." To blond finished.

"Well, then. Since teeth morgue guy said so..." Cristina joked.

"He's the morgue guy. He knows things about death." Izzie explained.

Helena shrugged as she tied back her hair. "We'll see, I guess."

Suddenly, Bailey entered the locker room. "Come on."

"Where?" Meredith questioned.

"ER."

"All of us?" Helena scrunched her nose up in confusion.

"We've all had deaths, let's all go save a life."

——

"Great. No blood, no guts, no lives to say..." Cristina complained in the OR. "It's dead quiet."

"Huh, did you really just say that?" Bailey asked, slightly mad.

"Cristina!" Izzie complained.

"You said the q word. It's like saying McBeth in the theatre." George explained.

"Please..." Cristina scoffed.

"Last time I heard someone say it, a man came in with a bomb inside of him." Helena reasoned. "Don't question it, just accept it."

"You think just cause someone says it's quiet, that..."

Suddenly, a woman came into the ER, holding someone else. "Somebody please help us here. She's coughing up blood."

After that, Izzie and Alex's pagers went off and they both rushed off. In the background, an ambulance was heard as a nurse called out. "Two incoming."

Helena looked at her friend in an I-told-you-so manner, as they and Meredith rushed to the ambulances.

"Yang and Campos, first is yours. Grey, take number two."

"Jesse Fannon, 32, unrestrained driver in a rear end collision." The paramedic informed them. "There was spider webbing at the front windshield where his head hit. BP is 125, pulse 75."

"What do you wanna do, Yang?" Bailey asked.

"Primary and secondary survey, head CT and X-ray." Helena's friend informed as the smaller girl noticed the man counting something on his fingers.

"Ok, page Shepherd when you get there." The resident asked as they began taking off.

"Wait!" The patient asked. "I'm counting the siren whops. We can't go until it reaches 33."

"He also seems to have a touch of OCD." The paramedic informed as they waited.

"Can anyone spell coincidence?" Cristina complained.

——

As Helena wheeled their patient into the elevator, her people by her side, Meredith commented. "I got hot chocolated. The she shepherd hot chocolated me. It's her juju."

"I don't like people who say juju."

"Believe it or not I only found out juju was even a word, like, a year ago." The small girl giggled.

"I say juju." Meredith's patient answered.

"I refuse to believe it's a real word." Helena threw her hands up.

"Juju. Juju, juju, juju..." Cristina and Helena's patient started repeating a lot of times.

"I didn't drink it." The blond intern confessed.

"You're not obligated to honor someone else's juju." The female patient explained.

"I thought you were being friends." Cristina pointed out.

"I am, with him. Do I have to be friends with her too?"

"Maybe." The curly haired intern answered.

"I mean, they are married, so by association, kinda..." The short girl scrunched her nose up slightly.

——

"I was counting the clicks. The turning signal clicks." Helena's patient revealed as she wheeled him into the CT room. "I couldn't move until I hit 333. The light was green, but I couldn't move." Helena looked at him with compassion. "I can't blame them for hitting me."

"How long have you been feeling these compulsions?" The psych doctor asked him.

"All my life, but it's been out of control these past three years. It ruined my marriage, I can't hold a job..." As the intern tried to move the patient to the machine, he asked. "Is it clean? I need to know if it's clean."

"It's very clean, we clean in between each patient." She gave him a reassuring smile.

"Any relatives with OCD?"

"My mother. She killed herself at 38. It ruined her life, now it's ruining mine. Clean, clean, clean?" The man asked Helena again.

"Yes, it's clean, clean, clean." She answered, helping the man move o the machine.

"Thank you. I know it's annoying but I can't help it... Find a Penny, pick it up, all day long you'll have good luck. Find a penny, pick it up, all day long you'll have good luck. Find a penny, pick it up, all day long you'll have good luck..." The man repeated.