Test Day

                                    

                                          
Sasha flips through her flashcards, "Mark, can you please be quieter? I'm trying to study."
Mark looks up from where he is buttering some toast, "I'm standing here literally only putting some butter on toast. How am I disrupting your studying?"
"You're breathing, aren't you?"
"Okay, hormones have officially taken over. Why don't we take a study break and-" Mark claps his hands together.
"A study break, are you kidding me?!" Sasha yells, standing up.
"Should not have said that. Should not have said that."
Sasha paces, "I have never failed an exam and I'm not going to start now," She mumbles a fact to herself to keep studying, "What is the most common cause of death in hospitalized patients? Sepsis," Before returning to yelling at Mark, "So don't interrupt my studying or else I'll blame you when I fail."
Mark watches her mumble to herself, flipping through her flashcards as she paces before whispering to himself, "Hormones have taken complete control now. Great."
"I heard that Sloan!"
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Sasha flips through her cards as she waits for the elevator where she sees Meredith in there by herself, "Hey, do you want company at the funeral? I brought a black dress just in case."
Meredith nods, "Do you mind coming? I know it's test day and you have a whole method but-"
"Mer, if I minded, I wouldn't have brought a dress. I'll meet you in the lobby and we'll go together."
"Derek might get mad. I told him I needed to do this alone. Now I'm bringing you," Meredith sighs.
"Well, he'll just have to get over it. You and I have been through a lot together. Something he will have to learn to live with. There are just some things I know how to support you with that he doesn't. Same with you for me. Everything will be fine, I promise," Sasha kisses her cheek, flipping through some cards, "Now, I have to get back to studying so I'll see you later."
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Sasha mumbles to herself, flipping through her cards, "Hey, Sasha, can I please use-"
"No, Cristina. You know I only give my cards to person and Alex got them this time around," Sasha denies her sister.
"But you have an entire set right in your hand. Do you really need all of those?" 
She nods, sighing, "Cristina, I make these specifically for me. There is information that I put on these cards geared towards me. So, no, you can't use them. Ask Alex. Maybe he'll share."
Walking into a room over looking the ER, Sasha finds a quiet corner and flips through the cards as trauma after trauma comes in. She gets to the end of the deck and reaches into her pocket but finds it empty. 
"No, no, no! Where did they go!" Sasha freaks out, searching all her pockets before stopping, "Cristina Yang!" 
Down the hall, the other interns hear Sasha's yell before turning to Cristina who is holding the missing half of Sasha's flashcards, "It's fine. We're sisters. We take each other's stuff all the time."
"She's pregnant and hormonal. You're messing with her flashcards on testing day. It's like you're asking for her to punch you," Meredith reminds Cristina.
"I'm gonna go hide. Don't tell her you saw me," Cristina runs, heading for an on-call room.
Sasha comes waddling down the hall, "Where is she?! I know she was here so someone better tell me-"