Bunnies

                                    

                                          
Sasha sits between Derek and Mark on the floor outside of Meredith's room as they work to get her back. 
"What do I do? What do I do? What do I do?" Sasha mumbles to herself, quietly, head buried in her arms as they rest on her knees. 
"She'll survive this," Derek tells her, taking hold of one of her hands before she rests her head on his shoulder and curls into him.
Mark holds her other hand as he runs another up and down her back, "It'll be okay. We'll stay here with you-"
They stand as Addison comes out of the room, "Tell us."
Addison turns to face her and Derek, "Her temp's still only 86. There's still no heartbeat. We're hoping once she warms up-"
Derek interrupts her, "I want to go in there."
"No."
"There's a risk of brain damage. I need to go in there. I'm going in."
Sasha just stands back, Mark's hands on both of her arms, running up and down them in a hope of providing comfort.
"Derek, you can't, not for Meredith, not for anybody. You're in no shape," She turns to Sasha, "Neither are you. Bailey asked for me to tell you that you're off duty until she says you can work again."
She just nods in agreement before moving out of Mark's embrace and pacing back and forth.
Addison walks out to talk to the interns as Derek and Mark look to Sasha, "Hey, maybe you should take a seat or-"
"Sasha," Cristina opens the door and calls out to her sister, "Come on. We're leaving. We're not doing this."
"Whoa! Hold on, Yang-" The two men go to argue as Cristina marches over and grabs her sister's hand.
"No! Nobody has been through a lost with Sasha except for me. You don't know how to be there for her, but I do. You guys don't get it, Sasha shuts down almost completely when she's either about to lose a loved or has. It's a defense mechanism or that's what her therapist as a kid told my parents. Just...I've got her."
They let the sisters go without arguing anymore, Izzie trying as they go through the doors, "Cristina, Sasha-"
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Getting in the car, Sasha keeps mumbling to herself, "What can I do? What can I do?"
"Hey, hey," Cristina grabs one of Sasha's hands, "It's okay. We're gonna go shopping and then out to eat. We're not gonna think of anything today. We are gonna be regular, boring old people who have the time to shop and go out to eat, okay?"
"Okay," Sasha nods, looking at her phone to see a text from Alex.
From Alex👿: I'll text you with major updates but worry about yourself and the babies.
To Alex👿: Okay
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The sisters end up at the dollar store, randomly putting stuff in the cart, Sasha mostly grabbing food and some stuffed animals, "This bunny is cute."
Cristina nods, shrugging, "You can give it to the girl twin."
"It's too early for us to tell what we're having."
"Fine, give it to the boy twin or whichever one," Cristina grabs another item, throwing it in the cart.
"What if the one who doesn't get the bunny gets jealous of their twin for having the bunny?"