One. Fifty.
Seven.
Izzie flopped down on the office chair next to Cristina's, who was eyeball-deep in a heart transplant patient's file. Izzie sat and stared at her for a long while, until finally Cristina had to look up. When she did, Izzie said, "You're not okay, you know that, right?"
"Oooh, that's deep, Izzie," Cristina replied. "Again, for the
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