Meredith was woken up by a sharp, pounding pain in her head.

"Great, a perfect way to start my day." She groaned.

When her eyes fluttered open, a beam of blinding sunlight shot straight into her pupils, causing her to immediately shut her eye lids close again to block out the headache-inducing problem.

Normally, Meredith would welcome the idea of waking up to a beautifully warm sunny morning, but after the amount of tequila she consumed… more like devoured last night…let's just say that Meredith would've preferred a room with less lighting.

Shifting around in the cotton sheets, Meredith felt every single aching sensation in her joints. She also felt sluggish and exhausted, but worst of all was the unfavourable tang of acidity reeking from her mouth. Slowly she lifted her body up from the welcoming sensation of the soft mattress. It was then that Meredith felt a heart-chilling breeze of wind against her flushed bare skin.

Shit…SHIT

Shooting off the bed, before she could search for her clothes, an unpleasant sensation of nausea immediately hit her, prompting her to rush off into the bathroom to empty her stomach content. How's it even possible for her to puke up an empty stomach.

Leaning against the toilet bowl, her mind quickly skittered through the patches of memories from last night. She remembered being alone at the bar, then Arizona showing up, them drinking together, more drinking, talking about Alex, New York, Amelia? taking a cab to a hotel, giggling and dancing and…nothing…it was blank. That was all she could remember.

And it doesn't matter anyways, because she woke up, alone, in an empty hotel room. And now, she's hugging a toilet bowl without Alex there to hold her hair back. What did she expect.

Yet, she couldn't help but feel the familiar sense of disappointment.

After she managed to somewhat clean herself up, she started surveying the blonde's hotel room.

Judging from the modest size of the room, Arizona was obviously doing well, like really, really well. Guess that's one of the many perks of being in one of the most exclusive specialties.

Walking around, Meredith noticed the tidiness of the blonde's possessions. From the neat arrangement of lotions to the colour coded wardrobe. Even the tchotchkes on the coffee table were arranged according to their sizes. It's as if everything had a place of its own.

Except for an oddly placed pink note on the end table.

Picking up the message, a smile inexorably formed on Meredith's face.

Dear Meredith,

Knowing you, you're probably panicking right now since I'm nowhere to be found, but don't worry, I'm at a meeting right now.

You're probably also wondering why your clothes are nowhere to be found, nothing of that sorts happened between us. You spilled a drink on your shirt yesterday so I had them sent to the washer. Just borrow one of my outfits from my wardrobe, you can return it to me later.

XOXO, Arizona

Of course Arizona would be the kind of person to leave notes with smiley and frowny faces.

After Meredith put on a random outfit from Arizona's wardrobe, she scribbled down a quick reply on Arizona's note and took a cab home.

The moment Meredith stepped into her house, Maggie launched herself towards the front door.

"Where were you Meredith? We were worried sick about you! We called the hospital, our friends and nobody knew where you were. Please don't just up and leave without an explanation ever again okay, and please return your texts, I know you don't like texting but deal with it, that's how people communicate in the twenty first century."

Amelia, hearing the commotion at the hallway, barks from the kitchen, "Maggie, let her settle down fist before you bombard her with your questions."

"Yes Maggie, I'm tired, and hungover and somehow hungry, so if you'll please excuse me," Meredith says as she pushed past Maggie and heads towards the kitchen to reheat yesterday's leftovers.

Maggie, settling down at the counter next to Amelia, made sure to wait until Meredith finished setting the timer in the oven before resuming her line of questioning. The last time Maggie distracted her in the kitchen, Meredith somehow managed to set the kitchen on fire, twice, once while she was warming formula milk for Ellis and the other while she was making Caesar salad. Don't ask.

"So…Meredith, how are you feeling?" Maggie asked in trepidation. She had overheard about the whole Alex situation from Jo and Lincoln's conversation.

Amelia, unaware of the situation shot Maggie a questioning look.

"Maggie, I'm fine. Really. And for your knowledge, I went out for a drink yesterday because I have the day off today and bumped into an old acquaintance." Meredith, taking some ibuprofen out of the medicine drawer added, "besides, it was late and I was drunk so I stayed over at her place instead of coming back and waking up the kids in the middle of the night."

Amelia, still unaware of what's going on shot Maggie another confused look and mouthed 'what happened?' towards her. Maggie only shook her head and nudged her mug towards Meredith's direction with a 'you ask her' reply.

Meredith, noticing their 'subtle' conversation bluntly stated, "Alex left for Izzie and isn't coming back."

"Wai wha–" before Amelia could finish her sentence, Meredith had already taken her 'lunch' to the dinner table and occupied herself with the latest research on AI-assisted Pancreaticoduodenectomy.

Sensing an end to their discussion, they both gave Meredith a reassuring pat on the shoulder and left her alone in the dining room.

When Arizona got back from her meeting, she noticed a note on the console table.

Picking it up, a smile, similar to Meredith's inexorably formed on her face.