Fandom Clinic, Sunday after the rescue

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Medicine wasn't just Cristina's vocation, it was a large part of what kept her brain from just continuously spiraling out. So once she was out of the woods, she made a bee-line for the clinic. There was at least one injury she knew of that would need checking on, and probably plenty of other people who needed IV fluids at the very least to rehydrate, and until every last one of them was checked out, treated, and cared for, she was going to keep on holding herself together.

Besides, if she let herself fall apart again, she really wasn't sure she'd be able to put herself back together. Not when all her people were still a continent away.

So: work. She used to be known throughout the hospital as an unfeeling robot. She could be so again for as long as it was needed.

[open for anyone needing post-BDE treatment! Or anyone who just wants to hide in the clinic, either way.]