Cristina scoffed as she and Meredith walked out of the patient's room, charts in hand, ready to move onto their next case.
"There's no way that guy has been living at an eight. He's a wimp," Cristina scorned. "His eight? My three. I can take pain."
Meredith looked at her with an eyebrow raised skeptically.
"You can't talk to my boyfriend for ten minutes," she pointed out.
Cristina considered that for a moment. "Well, there's pain and then there's torture."