So, continuing in typical Grey's fashion, this is also titled after a song (by K's Choice in this case). Enjoy.
Not An Addict
She peers down at the young woman from above the frames of her glasses, giving her an inquisitive glare that made one thing clear – she did not believe her. The woman looked as though she had been beleaguered with the filth and despair that filled the alleys of New York City, grime invading her cheeks and a scar above her right eye. Not her only scar, if she was correct in her guess.
"I'm not an addict." Her voice was like shaky; her lips were smeared carelessly with lipstick and she was biting her lip. She fidgeted on the table, wringing her hands in her lap.
"Right… I need you to realize that if you aren't honest with us, we can't help you."
The woman winced and looked up at her, brows furrowed. "I can't be … I'm having a baby."
Violating protocol, Addison stretches out her arm and rests her hand on the mother's shoulder. "I can refer you to an addiction counselor."
"I'm not an addict. I can't be an addict."
Addison frowns sympathetically. "The first step to progress is admittance."
Her patient looks at Addison sideways, glaring at her. "You don't know what dependency is like."
Sighing, Addison sits down and begins to explain options to the patient. Pulling out her legal pad, she pretends to make notes. Instead, she writes the following words in her looping handwriting:
Step one – I am addicted to Mark Sloan's lips.