You’re standing in the nurse’s station, catching up on charts when Cristina rushes up to you, her expression a mix of annoyance and amusement.

"You need to get to the bridge to the east wing right now," she says, barely out of breath.

"Why? What’s going on?" you ask, already dreading the answer.

"Shepherd and Sloan are girl-fighting in the hallway. It’s pathetic—and hilarious—but mostly pathetic. You might want to break it up before someone gets knocked out."

Your stomach drops. You don’t need details to know what this is about. You toss the chart onto the counter and hurry down the corridor, Cristina trailing behind you like a spectator heading to a boxing match.