Hey guys! Thank you all so much for your continued support and love! I feel like I've been getting so much personal gratification from writing these chapters, and I hope you feel the same from reading them!
I've been getting lots of questions lately about what you should do if you or a friend are in trouble or thinking about suicide. I want you guys to know that I am 100% open to anything at all you need to ask me, whether it be for advice or a favor. Everyone deserves to know they are loved, and you are all worth loving!
I hope you guys are enjoying my writing!
Love, Emily
Sweet Surrender
"Ok, Grey, what's going on? You're a blubbering mess."
Dr. Sloan stood propped up against the door to the room, unoccupied except for himself and the clearly distraught blonde intern sitting on the hospital bed.
Pulling herself together, Meredith ungracefully used the bed sheet to wipe her tears, leaving mascara and snot streaked on the previously white cloth.
She sighed. "I hate Derek. I hate him so much. And Addison, what the hell is her problem?"
Mark chuckled, physically relaxing a little and running a hand through his hair.
He looked very distinguished standing there like that, almost analyzing her with those tantalizing blue eyes.
"The thing you gotta understand about Derek and Addison is that their relationship is like a tornado: destructive to everything in its path and having no mercy to innocent bystanders. Sorry you got caught up in the aftermath."
"What do you mean the aftermath? It's still in full-blown swing, it seems to me. I got blown away the second she showed up."
Mark smirked. "You'd be surprised how quickly tornadoes can come to the end of their path, Grey. But in the meantime, don't sell yourself short. Go out with some friends. Enjoy life. Don't hurt yourself trying to figure out what went wrong. Give him some time."
Meredith sighed as Mark exited the room. After a few minutes of staring at the wall, she left too.
As she left the room, she ran into Izzy Stephens. The perky, blonde, cheerleader-type former model, who always seemed to be in a good mood, noticed Meredith right off.
"Meredith! Hey! I haven't seen you all day! What's up?"
Intending to give Meredith a friendly gesture, Izzy grabbed Meredith's bad arm.
Meredith winced in pain and cried out, attracting the attention of onlookers and stopping traffic dead in its tracks.
Looking around and trying to distill the attention from her, Meredith covered her face with her hand and hurried off, dragging Izzy with her.
"Meredith, what the hell?! I was just saying hello!"
"I know, Izzy, but don't do that. You can't just go around grabbing people like that."
Meredith stormed off down the hallway, clutching her bad arm to her chest and avoiding hallway traffic.
She sighed despairingly. This was getting hard to cover up. She was becoming this mean, blubbering, slobbering mess of a woman she hated and barely recognized.
She went into the cafeteria, intending to grab some lunch and then leave. But her plans were deterred when she spotted George and Alex arm-wrestling and slinging food all over the place.
She really enjoyed hanging out with the two of them. They didn't care what was going on – they were men and they were silly.
With a smirk on her face, she walked over to the boys' table and stood with a hand quirked on her hip and her lunch tray in her other hand.
"Hey, boys. Did you decide to practice sutures on each other?"
George looked up from having his head buried under Alex's armpit.
"Hey, Meredith! How's it going? We missed you!"
George was so sweet, so caring, and so gentle. He had a childlike quality that couldn't be beat.
Alex ruffled George's hair and let him go, chuckling as he did so.
"Hey, Mere. I heard you were on Sloan's case today. Son of a bitch didn't pick me – I thought I was his guy. Guess he still has a thing for pretty blondes."
Meredith laughed and then sat down adjacent to Alex.
"Or maybe he just has a thing for people who are actually skilled."
George bellowed at Meredith's sass, while Alex smirked and took a bite of his apple.
"I see how it is, Grey. Let's take this outside of the hospital. Tonight, the bar, darts and drinking. Whoever downs the most shots in an hour takes home bragging rights for a month. You in it, or are you too scared?"
Meredith was never one to back down from a challenge.
"Hell yeah, I'm in."
Hey guys, sorry this chapter is a little short! It just popped into my head, and I've got a plan!
Also, tomorrow is my birthday!
Love, Emily
