Addison stirred and shifted slightly in bed. Her left hand slid across the bed sheets and she realized they were unfamiliar. Addison had a nightmare. She opened her eyes in attempt to dispel the horrible dream, but as she looked around the darkened hospital room, she realized her dream wasn't a dream after all. The accident, her memory loss, her injuries were all part of a reality which she was sure she had dreamt.
There was pain in her chest where the tube protruded. Addison's eyes followed the tube to the machine and then they wandered over to the empty chair where Mark usually sat. Addison thought of Mark and his loyalty and devotion to her since the accident, finding it both sweet and sickening at the same time. Her thoughts went to Derek next.
Addison understood that he was gone and she wouldn't ever see him again. After the divorce, she was certain that she would eventually put a distance between herself and Derek, thus leading to her probably never seeing Derek again anyway. However, the main problem she was having now was the fact that Derek did not exist anymore. If she had moved away, she may not see Derek, but there would still be a comfort in knowing he was alive and breathing somewhere, even if it wasn't with her.
Addison's hand somehow found its way to the call button for a nurse. She was pressing it repeatedly, almost in a state of panic. Olivia strode into the room. She turned on the lamp sitting on a stand next to the hospital bed.
"Hello, Addison," Olivia smiled, kindly. "Someone called off, so I took an extra shift, in case you were wondering why I'm still here. So, what can I get for you?"
"I remember everything," Addison told her. "My memory- I remember."
Olivia's eyes widened in surprise. "You do? What's the last thing you can recall?"
"Well, before this past week that seems like a complete and total nightmare, I performed a C-section." Addison's brow furrowed in thought. "There's some holes throughout that day. There was something wrong with my car. That's why I went with Derek."
Olivia nodded. "Your tires were slashed. At least, that was the rumor. I should call the Chief or Mark. They both said to call when-"
"No," Addison cut Olivia off with a shake of her head. "I don't want to pull them from home. It can wait until tomorrow."
Olivia appeared unsure.
"You won't get in trouble," Addison reassured her. "I'll explain it to Richard and Mark."
"Okay," Olivia agreed. "Is there anything I can get for you? Or anything I can do?"
"I'm... starving," Addison said and thought about why she had previously refused to eat.
"Well, you were on a dietary supplement, at least it was in your chart, so..." Olivia took a step toward the door, debating on going to retrieve Addison's chart.
"Right," Addison agreed. "Because I couldn't eat before. But, I'm starving now. If you could please, Olivia, find me something to eat, that would be great."
"Yeah, sure..." Olivia nodded and left the room.
Addison relaxed against the pillows. She couldn't understand what she had been thinking to have ever refused food. But, as it sat in her mind more, she began to realize where the sickness came from whenever she was presented with food. As Addison thought about it more, she hoped that those feelings wouldn't return to her once Olivia did bring her some nourishment.
Groaning slightly, Addison recalled the past week and her behavior throughout what she thought was a nightmare. She was actually quite embarrassed and ashamed of the way she had spoken to Miranda and Dr. Stevens, not to mention her attitude towards Mark.
It struck Addison as odd that Mark had shown such loyalty and devotion to her in her time of need. It wasn't that she wasn't grateful for it, looking back, but it seemed strange to her that he had stuck around instead of running. Mark was especially sensitive to the pain caused by the death of a loved one. Addison knew this. And it shocked her that he stayed.
As Addison sat there, she realized she wouldn't be falling back to sleep anytime soon, but rather she would be going over every specific detail of her past that she could remember.
"Good morning, Addison," Miranda greeted, entering the hospital room.
"Hi, Miranda," Addison replied, a half smile on her face.
"Miranda?" Miranda repeated and flipped open Addison's chart. "I seem to be lucky enough to be getting a soft spot somewhere in you."
Addison shook her head. "Oh... no. My memory's back."
Miranda looked up from the chart. "You remember everything? Just like that?"
"Just like that," Addison answered, her eyebrows flicking up.
"You remember where you live?" Miranda was eyeing Addison suspiciously.
"The Archfield Hotel, sadly, in rainy Seattle," Addison replied. "Though, I do have a brownstone and a house in the Hamptons."
"What else do you remember?" Miranda tucked the chart under her arm.
"Miranda." Addison narrowed her eyes, but Miranda wasn't letting up on her inquiry. "Okay, okay... Meredith Grey was dating Derek, my marriage was completely over, and I aborted Mark's baby... you didn't, uh... know about that last one."
"No, I didn't, but I now believe your memory's back if it helps comfort you in your over expression of... details," Miranda replied.
Addison smiled. "Yeah, I guess it helps a bit." Addison paused, her face giving way to seriousness. "Listen, Miranda, I just wanted to apologize for the way I-"
"Nope." Miranda held up a hand. "I won't hear it. No apologies."
"But, I shouldn't have-" Addison tried to protest.
"Addison," Miranda cut her off again. "You didn't remember anything. It's not your fault for reacting and speaking the way you did."
Addison looked away from Miranda, who opened her chart back up and scanned it over. Addison was wondering where Mark was. Miranda lifted her head back up.
"You're eating?" Miranda asked, a bit surprised.
Addison lowered her head again, looking away once more. "You knew about that?"
"Of course I did," Miranda replied. "I'm your doctor."
Addison drew her eyes back up to meet Miranda's. "Then, yes, I am. No more supplements for me."
Dr. Stevens stepped briskly into the room. She smiled toward Addison and stopped alongside of Miranda.
"Sorry I'm late, Dr. Bailey," Dr. Stevens apologized. "There was a blood spill and I got in the way, so I had to change and... you really don't want to hear about all of this."
"You're right, Stevens." Miranda handed Addison's chart to Dr. Stevens.
Dr. Stevens took the chart, embarrassed, and began looking it over. Miranda turned back to Addison.
"So, what sparked the eating?" Miranda asked and lowered Addison's bed sheets to check her chest tube.
Dr. Stevens picked her head up. "You're eating again?"
Addison's eyebrows drew together towards Miranda. "She knows?"
"She's my intern," Miranda replied, a smirk making its way across her face.
"Well, this better not have been getting out to all your little intern friends," Addison shot in the direction of Dr. Stevens.
Dr. Stevens looked oddly at Addison, knowing that some change had occurred. Miranda finished checking the tube and replaced Addison's bed sheets. Miranda turned to Dr. Stevens.
"Dr. Montgomery's memory is back," Miranda said. "There's some slight memory loss of the events on the day of the accident, but everything else seems to check out."
Dr. Stevens let her mouth drop open out of surprise. She smiled at Addison. "That's great, Dr. Montgomery."
"You haven't been telling all your intern friends about this, right?" Addison was worried and still hung up on the idea that Dr. Stevens had been gossiping her case since she had been assigned it. Thinking of the other interns, the night Meredith visited Addison flashed across her mind.
"No." Dr. Stevens shook her head. "I didn't say a word. Not that I wasn't tempted or bribed to..."
"Dr. Stevens," Miranda scolded.
"I didn't tell anyone the details of your stay here, Dr. Montgomery," Dr. Stevens reassured. "Doctor/patient confidentiality, right?"
Addison paused a moment before nodding. "Right."
Miranda gave Dr. Stevens a look of annoyance. "Go to the pit, Stevens."
Dr. Stevens stood, taken slightly aback. She returned the chart to Miranda's outstretched hand and took off. Miranda shrugged and looked to Addison.
"You didn't have to do that, Miranda." Addison raised her eyebrows slightly.
"I know," Miranda agreed. "But, it felt good."
Addison smiled at Miranda, who returned the smile.
"Has the Chief come in yet?" Addison asked, wanting to let Richard know her memory was back. She waited a moment before adding, "Or Mark?"
"Haven't seen either." Miranda shook her head. "Mark's back on the board, though. He has a surgery at ten."
"Surgery?" Addison repeated. "He was on "suspension," as he so called it."
"Apparently he's not anymore," Miranda replied.
"Oh." Addison was lost in her thoughts. She mulled things over before looking back up at Miranda. "Well, can you make sure the Chief comes to see me when he gets in. And Mark, whenever he can. And... I would really like to see Callie, uh, Dr. Torres."
"Well, I know for a fact that Dr. Torres is here, so I'll have her paged," Miranda told her before exiting the room.
Addison's thoughts immediately went to Mark after Miranda had left. Yesterday, Mark had been acting strange and now he was back on for surgeries and never told her. Addison was confused and felt in the dark. After her whole ordeal, she really didn't like feeling in the dark.
"You called?" Callie appeared in the doorway, a large smile on her face. "I was in the hall and Dr. Bailey told me your memory was back and you were asking for me."
"I was." Addison smiled.
Callie entered the room and stood next to the bed. She looked Addison over.
"Not too bad," Callie commented. "I'm so glad I can finally see you."
"I was wondering why you hadn't sooner." Addison kept her eyes on Callie. "There must have been rumors flying around that I would yell at anyone I once knew at Seattle Grace. They were completely true, so I guess I could understand why you didn't stop in."
"No." Callie shook her head, eyebrows drawn. "That wasn't it all. I wanted to visit, but Mark said no. He threatened everyone and said that if we weren't directly involved with you, we had to back off. So... we all did."
"That explains a lot," Addison commented slowly, her anger making her want to see Mark as soon as possible and preferably now. She felt she had a lot of things to say to him.