Day 1

Pick it up, pick it all up

And start again

Amelia's eyes drifted open, her body waking up early due to the fact she was nuzzled in between cold, unfamiliar sheets. Also due to the fact that there was a knocking on the door. She clicked the home button on her phone; the screen read 2:03 AM. Who is knocking on her hotel room door at two in the morning?

She made herself get up and saunter over to the door. Each step she took released a pound in her head. She scrunched her face up at the pain. She turned the knob and opened the door loose from the latch. She should have known. Owen, of course, was standing at her door. His forehead was beaded with a little bit of sweat and his face was red, his eyes tired and drooping.

"What are you doing here?" Amelia asked, rubbing her eyes.

"I looked everywhere for you. At Meredith's, at Joe's, in every on-call room in the hospital, and nine different hotels in the city." Owen ranted out, breathing sort of heavily.

"Why did you do that? I told you I would be at a hotel." She said nonchalantly.

"Because I was worried about you!" He raised his voice a little. "You had been drinking. I didn't know what else you may do. And this is partially my fault, so-," He said.

"It's not your fault, Owen. I fell back off the wagon. After almost 5 years, I fell off. That's my fault and no one else's but mine." She explained, clutching the door with her fingernails digging into the wood.

"I pushed you away then you went to Joe's. I blame myself, at least a little, Amelia." Owen's worried eyes scanned her face and body, making sure she was alright. Then his eyes wondered to the room behind her.

Amelia let go of the door and walked inside. Her hand brushed through her hair, her eyes were droopy and lazy, filled with pain, and her head still pounded. She dropped her head a bit and massaged it with her palm. "Owen, I feel terrible. Physically and mentally. I hate myself for doing this. It was only a couple of drinks, but I hate myself for it. My head hurts, I'm exhausted, and I need sleep," She said as he stepped into the room. "If I'm going to work tomorrow, I need to sleep. So please, can you go?"

"Come home with me, Amelia. Please. I want to help you fix this. You can stay with me, sleep there." Owen offered.

You've got a second chance

You could go home

Escape it all

It's just irrelevant

As Amelia searched for words to say, Owen scanned the room with his eyes, looking for signs of anything. Nothing in particular, just anything. Everything about the hotel room looked normal, untouched and simple. The bed sheets were ruffled up and tossed back and Amelia's things laid on the table. Finally, just as Amelia opened her mouth to speak, he saw something.

"That's not a good idea, Owen," she said coldly.

Owen walked over to the counter of the room with Amelia's eyes on him. He picked up a small baggy, half empty. He knew it had been used because of the thin layer of powder coating the top half of the bag. He grazed his fingers over it, and without look at Amelia, said, "Did you?"

When no response followed, he looked up at her. Her eyes were fixated, looking right in front of her. They were glassy. Her lip quivered a bit. But she would not cry. Not now. Not in front of Owen. She had just hit rock bottom about an hour before he showed up at her door, but she wouldn't show him that. She couldn't unfold all of her layers in front of him, not right now. She was too weak, too vulnerable. She bit her lip, hard, to hide the hurt she had bottled up inside of her.

It's just medicine

There in the darkness of the hotel room, only lighten a little by the glow of the hall light, Owen placed the baggy on the counter. He took a step towards Amelia, who was still frozen in place. As she tried to hold back the tears, he reached out and grabbed her hand. He squeezed tightly and stepped closer to her.

"Why?" He asked. He didn't understand, she thought. He didn't get what it felt like to be at the end of the rope and have nowhere to go. She had let go of her rope and hit the ground hard. With no one around, no one to help.

"You- you wouldn't understand, Owen. I had to. I-," her voice quivered a little, "I hate that I did it, but I did."

It's just medicine

She tried to pull her hand away, knowing his touch would make her completely weak, but he wouldn't let her.

"Amelia, I can help you. We can get through this. I promise." His baby blues locked in on hers, pulling on her heartstrings.

You could still be

What you want to

What you said you were

When I met you

"Owen, I can't!" Amelia said, voice raised, jerking her hand out of his. As her blood pressure skyrocketed as did her heart rate, she bolted to the counter and grabbed the baggy of oxy as if it were the last drop of water in the desert.

"Amelia, please, don't do this." Owen said, keeping his calm. She looked at him, silent and still. "Please. I need you, Amelia. I won't make it without you. You're my… person or whatever. I need you to get by. So please, don't destroy yourself," Amelia's lip started to quiver again as her heart beat slowed back down. "Don't destroy the person I love, Amelia. Don't do that to me… or to yourself. Look at you. It's only been one day, you can stop now. It will be a lot easier now than on down the road." By now in Owen's speech, Amelia had grown weak at the knees and she knew if he didn't stop soon, the tears would spill out against her will. Owen held his hand out, "Give it to me." He said. Amelia just looked at him. "Give it to me, Amelia." He raised his eyebrows, waiting on her. "Please."

Amelia gripped the baggy so tightly in her fingers it should've busted before stepping closer to Owen and holding out the baggy for him to take from her. It was so hard to hold her hand out and offer up her escape, her poison. But she did it. For him.

You've got a warm heart

You've got a beautiful brain

But it's disintegrating

From all the medicine

Medicine

She didn't break down, though, like last time when he took it from her. Instead she stood frozen in place, eyes locked on Owen's and feet like unmoving boulders. She waited for him to do something. He waited for her.

When he thought she was ready, he stepped forward and took her into his strong arms. His warmth enveloped her. Amazingly, she didn't break down, she didn't cry. She just squeezed him tight. He supported her weight on him as he stroked and kissed her hair. She suddenly felt a little better. In his embrace, she would be unwavering and sure.

You could still be

What you want to

What you said you were

When you met me

When I met you