Amelia P.O.V
I was just about to head into the house back from a meeting at the end of a very long day at work, Richard had dropped me home.
The day after my potential relapse Meredith had obviously had a busy morning. I had a craniotomy first thing which was a relief having something else to focus on and an excuse to be alone. It's easier to be truthful at night and a lot had been said that evening which could never be unsaid. As light came through the curtains and day reigned we had to deal with what had been said in the dark. We were both awkward with each other at breakfast and I was eternally grateful for the misplacing of Bailey's shoes which ensured we didn't really get a chance to speak. Coming out of the OR on my post-surgery high Richard was waiting. Of course he was. He didn't say anything other than the time and place of a meeting, so I knew she'd been to see him. Maggie as well had clearly been on Meredith's visiting list as she was at dinner that night. We hadn't seen her for weeks at dinner. She'd very sensibly picked her boyfriend's fancy pad over the messy evening chaos. It didn't therefore take a big leap of deduction to wonder what had made her decide to be at ours or stay silent on the conspicuous disappearance of the alcohol from the fridge. It certainly wasn't the lure for Meredith's fish fingers that's for sure.
I carried on trying to keep my life together. I'd taken a step back from Owen and Leo it was just too hard to do anything else. I wasn't there yet, it was still a struggle passing the dispensary at work, but things were improving.
As for Meredith and I she still surprised me. The next day I'd waited for the lecture and expulsion from the house I was convinced only her fear for me had prevented the night before. It never came. She looked out for me even if she still hated the fact I left cupboard doors open- I mean you're only going to open them again anyway?!She was right to say I had doubted she thought of me as a sister. A burden, an obligation but not a sister. But now I think she did. So, it didn't matter that I was a disaster and had a dead brother and three sisters who wished they didn't have me. It didn't matter because I was a disaster who was trying her best and mostly doing ok. And I had three sisters to lean on who really did care. Addison who loved me more than I could ever deserve. Maggie who was so strange and funny she could genuinely be a sobriety aid as effective as methadone. And finally Meredith, the sister I never expect who had my back and who could lend me some of her ferocious strength when I doubted mine. That eclectic family unit would be what sent most people running for the sweet relief of drugs. Me? I think they might be just the thing to keep me sane.
