Sister Swear

                                    

                                          
Sasha gets out of the shower, throwing on a pair of shorts and one of Mark's shirts before leaving the bathroom and toweling her hair dry, "I know that when I get bigger it will be because my body is literally making another human, but for right now, I am still glad your shirt is huge on me."
Mark snorts as he stands shirtless at the stove, cooking some eggs and bacon for them, "It looks like a dress on you. Are you wearing pants?"
"I don't know. You tell me," Sasha lifts the end of the shirt up as Mark looks hopeful before deflating slowly when seeing the shorts, "Your face was priceless."
A knock at the door cuts her laughter up, opening it, she sees Cristina all sweaty, "Cristina-"
"Am I interrupting sex?"
"No. Do you need Mark to disappear while we talk?" Sasha asks, seeing the slight panic on her sisters face.
"Yes."
Mark grabs a sweatshirt off the chair, kissing Sasha's cheek, "Help yourselves to the food. I'll be gone for however long I need to. Call me when I can come back," He leaves the room as Cristina sits on the edge of the bed.
"Did you jog here?"
Cristina nods, "Say Mark or Meredith or Derek or whoever robbed a bank."
Sasha sits on the bed next to Cristina, cross-legged, "Okay, they robbed a bank."
"Say you were the get-away driver but they were caught and no one knew your involvement," Cristina paints the picture for Sasha as she nods, "Would you turn yourself in?"
"Probably. I wouldn't be able to live with the guilt," Sasha sighs, "What's going on, Cristina? Is this about Burke?"
"Ye-no-ugh," Cristina stands up, pacing before taking a breath, "What I'm about to tell you can't leave this room. Sister swear it."
Sasha laughs, "We haven't sister sweared in years-"
Cristina stops her, "Sasha. Seriously."
She nods, standing up as she holding her hands out crossed with her pinky's out, which Cristina links her's with, as they shake them up and down and say, "Sister swear secret."
"Okay," Cristina sighs, feeling better, "Burke has a hand tremor. We've been hiding it by me being in all his surgery's and taking over whenever the tremor happens. We operate on George's dad today and George knows something's up. What do I do?"
"Um," Sasha feels her mouth drop slightly in shock before shaking her head and thinking, "My first instinct is to tell the truth. However, Burke's career would basically be over and that would not be good for your relationship."
"So what do I do?"
"Have Burke do a practice run of the surgery. All of it. Think of anything that could go wrong and try to mimic it. If his hand tremor's, urge him to come forward and tell the Chief. Otherwise, do what you need to do to feel right."
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Sasha gowns up, Alex tying the back of her gown as he asks Bailey, "What happened?"
Bailey explains, "Driver lost control of his car, plowed through the fish market at the Warf. At least a dozen injuries. I need all hands on deck."
"All hands? Does that mean all hands, or just all hands?" Izzie asks, already gowned and ready to go.
"Stevens, uh, you shouldn't have been paged," Bailey says as they start walking, Sasha trying Bailey's gown, "You can, uh, go and take over on Mr. O'Malley. He's having surgery today with Dr. Burke."