As soon as the door to her house clicks shut behind her she crumples to the floor and hugs her knees tightly to her chest. She'd lost another one. She'd done everything right – everything she could - and still the tiny life that had clung so tightly to her finger whilst lying in the incubator six hours previously had been snuffed out.
With shaking hands she rifled through her Prada purse, searching for her cell phone. She found it and, with shaking hands, began to scroll down through her Contacts List until a familiar name and number appeared in front of her blurry eyes.
She pressed the call button. It rang once.
It rang once and suddenly she was catapulted to the days of Medical School where he would hold her as she cried over the loss of a patient. How he brought her juju and ice cream – Strawberry Cheesecake – to cheer her up. When Derek was "too busy".
It rang once.
Suddenly terrified of what might happen if he actually answered she cancelled the call. She turned off her phone. She flung it across the room as though it had burned her.
Addison Montgomery was not going to call Mark Sloan.
No matter how much she needed to.
"What is love but the strangest of feelings,
A sin you swallow for the rest of your life?
You've been looking for someone to believe in
To love you until your eyes run dry"
- "Wire to Wire", Razorlight
