In Which Addison Can't Get Off Til The Ride Stops
"Hey, you're Addison Adrianne Forbes Montgomery," I hear Izzie say as I sit up from Meredith's bed to see her in the doorway, "That's a lot of names… a lot of rich sounding names. You're rich right?"
I just stare at her and she shakes her head, "That's rude. That's a rude question. It's just that I'm rich now too."
"You're not rich till you deposit the check," George says walking up to her in my doorway.
Izzie ignores him turning to me, "Do you ever feel guilty being rich?"
"I'm sorry?" I ask taken aback but not loud enough to wake Meredith.
Izzie acts like she really doesn't hear me, "Being rich? Cause I have money now, and I don't really feel like I did anything to deserve it… And I can't talk to my friends about it cause they're all so poor."
"Standing right here Izzie," George says.
I roll my eyes, "Deposit the check, Stephens. Just start there and the guilt will work itself out…" I hint at my naked body hidden under the sheets, "Can I?"
"Sorry," Izzie and George both say walking away.
I roll out of the bed waking up Meredith in the process. I can't believe she actually wants to marry me and that I actually didn't answer… I've been sort of avoiding her questions since I got out of the hospital. She's stopped pestering me but she hasn't stopped hovering. I think she's finally accepted that I don't want to talk right now because this morning's shower is silent but comfortable. We're in and out, dressed and downstairs in about thirty minutes. George and Izzie are in the kitchen. She's baking again and the eight million dollar check is sitting on the counter.
Izzie looks up to Meredith and I when we walk into the kitchen, "Good morning!"
"I thought we were done with the whole muffin thing," I say sitting down at the island while Meredith grabs coffee.
Izzie shakes her head, "This isn't muffins, it's breakfast. You need a good, solid breakfast. It's your first day back."
"Are you okay?" Meredith looks at her crazily as she sits two mugs down on the island.
Izzie starts fixing plates, "Of course I'm okay… I'm a millionaire. Fruit? What do you guys think about B&B's? I'm thinking about opening B&B in Vermont where the foliage is, you know?"
"Uh," George suggests, "maybe you should go back to bed."
"Can't. I'm going to the hospital," Izzie says setting down a plate full of food in front of me.
Meredith asks as she makes herself a plate, "Are you going to talk to the chief?"
"Nope. I'm going to clean out my locker… I could buy a hotel. How much do you think a hotel costs?" she says pouring a glass of orange juice and spilling it all over her 8.7 million dollar check.
"That's eight million…" George says picking it up and cleaning it off, "eight million dollars does not like to have juice spilled on it."
"You have to take that to the bank today," Meredith declares as she sits back down beside me, "It's making me nervous in the house."
"I will. Just as soon as I clean out my locker. I'm fine. Really I'm fine. Denny loved me. He wanted me to have this money; he wants me to be happy. So I'm happy," she says while plastering on a huge smile, "Juice?"
After breakfast, Alex finally comes out of his room and we all pile into two cars making our way to the hospital. We pull into the hospital at the same time Cristina pulls in on her motorcycle. I don't know what's wrong with me but tears start to spring up in my eyes. This has been happening ever since we put Bizzy into the ground. Something is obviously wrong with me… Still, I shake them away as I climb out the car after them.
Cristina walks up to us as we make our way into the hospital and gives me a funny look. I shake her away then she eyes Izzie funnily before turning to Meredith, "What's she doing here?"
"She's losing it," Meredith exclaims, "She almost battered and deep fried an eight million dollar check this morning!"
"That kind of money, I'd buy my own hospital and stock it full of sick people. Valvuloplasties and ruptured aneurysms," Cristina pauses then sighs contently, "Hmm."
"You are a psycho, you know that, right?" George asks.
Cristina looks offended, "Okay, I'm not the one with an eight million dollar check I won't cash."
"Stop talking about me. I'm fine. I'm cleaning out my locker and I'm going home," Izzie finally speaks up as they head into the locker room.
I start to walk away but then Miranda walks up to me. She smiles, "Hey. Good to see you back on your feet."
"Thanks," is all I get out before the held tears start to fall, "Oh, I'm sorry."
"Do you want—"
I shake my head cutting her off then I laugh wiping away my tears, "Ignore this. Ever since Bizzy died this has just been happening so I'm fine. Ignore this."
"You can tell everybody you're fine until you're blue in the face," she says crossing her arms, "Your mother died and you almost joined her. You should be at home."
"Remember when I asked for your opinion? Yeah, me neither," I snap and Miranda looks a little stunned. I sniffle wiping away my tears again, "The bitchiness. It comes with the tears. I can't control it."
"I like it," Miranda smiles opening the door to the locker room then yells, "M&M in ten minutes, people."
"We get to go to the M&M?" Alex asks with George walking up behind him.
He questions her too, "Even if we haven't finished our rounds?"
"Even if," Miranda nods, "I want all of you at the M&M today."
"Yes!" Alex exclaims coming out the room with the rest of Bailey's interns walking out behind him. I'm assuming Izzie is still inside cleaning out her locker… what a waste of talent.
Miranda shakes her head, "People die in this hospital. Once a month we gather to discuss how our actions as physicians contributed to the deaths. This is a serious exercise."
"Dr. Bailey," a man walks up interrupting her.
Cristina starts to delegate, "George, Alex, you get good seats. Mer and I will get snacks."
"Yeah," Alex nods.
Miranda continues on behind us, "Mr. and Mrs. Niles."
"We kind of got turned around on our way to admitting," the husband confesses.
Miranda nods, "Oh, not a problem." She turns around to me, "Dr. Montgomery, uh, Mrs. Niles is scheduled for a mastectomy later this evening."
"Hi, I'm Dr. Montgomery," I introduce myself, "and I'll be performing your surgery."
"Is this the little man?" she asks the husband who's holding him, "He's adorable."
"He's not so adorable at four in the morning and won't take a bottle. Can we just get to the room?" the wife speaks up for the first time before walking off.
"It's been a rough week," the husband explains, "She had to stop nursing. Gus here just won't eat."
"Why don't I take you up?" Miranda offers before grabbing the baby, "You can try a little sugar water on the bottle just until he gets used to it."
"Does that woman have breast cancer?" Meredith asks me when Miranda walks off with the family, "What is she, thirty years old?"
"New baby. She probably thought the lump was a milk gland," Alex says and the funny thing is he's right. The interns all just stare at him in disbelief and he shrugs, "You learn things on the vagina squad."
"Focus people. M&M. Insults flying, residents covering their asses. Our bosses getting kicked in the teeth instead of us. Seats. Snacks," Cristina reminds them all as they part their separate ways.
I roll my eyes walking away. They all think this is some sort of game. They get to sit around, gossip and eat snacks meanwhile the real doctors are getting their heads chewed off. Before heading over to the large conference room, I decide to stop by the coffee cart. On my walk there, tears start to well up in my eyes again. I try to duck off into an empty exam room before anyone sees me however, I didn't duck off soon enough. Callie walks into the exam room behind me.
She smiles softly, "Hey, Addison. You okay?"
"Transient tears with a tough case of bitchiness," I wave her off, "Not a lot of people can handle it."
"I'm tough," she shrugs, "You have to go to this stupid M&M thing?"
"Yeah."
"Wanna suffer through it together?"
"Sure, I was about to go to the coffee stand," I offer, "Want anything?"
"Whatever you get is fine. I'll grab the seats," she nods making her way out of the exam room.
I make my way over to the coffee cart and I order two cups of Juju, a couple of pastries and two bags of bagel chips. On my way back to the Morbidity and Mortality seminar, I spot Meredith in the hall with two bags full of snacks. She notices me and walks up to me right before I can enter the room.
She smiles softly, "Hey, Alex is saving us a bunch of seats if you want to sit with us."
"I would but I promised Callie I'd sit with her."
"Oh, okay," she pouts.
I force a smile, "I'll come find you after."
"Fine," she says spinning on her heels.
Walking into the room behind her, we notice that Callie is sitting directly in front of the interns in the next row. Meredith turns around to me and grins before we both make our way to our seats. I hand Callie her Juju before offering up the small bag of pastries.
The Chief walks out onto the middle of the platform in front of us. He doesn't have to even say anything to silence the room, "Okay people. Let's begin. Patient #34986 died last month from complications following a heart transplant. Dr. Burke will present."
"You guys," Alex says in a hushed tone, "isn't patient #34986…"
"Denny…" Meredith whispers trailing off.
This is what I was trying to warn them about. Cristina sighs, "Eight million. Eight million could get us on a plane to somewhere far, far away."
"Cause of death was an embolus that dislodged from the suture line and caused a CVA with brain stem herniation," Preston easily addresses the doctors in the room.
People raise their hands with questions and he picks a younger female doctor in the crowd, "So the company line is he died from a CVA?"
"There is no company line. That's how he died," Preston keeps it short then moves on to the next person.
A male doctor stands up, "Let's get back to this patients need for emergent transplant. You're saying the patient's left ventricle had been weakened by the LVAD malfunction?"
"His left ventricle was weakened by the fact that he had congestive heart failure," he answers.
A voice shouts out from the crowd, "Please Dr. Burke. We all know the LVAD was cut by an intern."
"The events remain unclear," he says. He's handling it well.
George melts in his seat behind us, "I'm going to my happy place…"
"It's unclear to you 'cause you were in the ER with a gunshot wound," the voice we all now know belongs to Dr. Savoy stands up, "Why aren't we hearing from Dr. Bailey? She was the senior physician on the case."
"I'm the attending on record."
"Yes, I was the resident in charge," Miranda says standing up and waking up to the stand. Preston nods and walks away as she steps up to the mic, "Dr. Burke has summarized the medical facts of this case. Are there any questions for me?"
Just about everyone's hand shoots up in the air and Miranda reluctantly chooses Dr. Savoy, "You recently had a baby, Dr. Bailey?"
"I don't see what that has to do with…"
"Sleep deprivation coupled with wild swings in hormone levels are factors that could cloud anyone's judgement," he says cutting her off.
She says definitively, "I sleep just fine, Dr. Savoy."
"Really? Cause if a patient died due to my poor decision making, I'd lose a little sleep over it."
"Let me remind everyone that our purpose here is not to place blame," the Chief chimes in, "This is a forum to discuss mistakes in patient care and learn from them."
"Well so far I haven't heard Dr. Bailey admit to a mistake," Dr. Savoy states.
I hear Cristina whisper behind us, "Why don't they just put a bullet in the back of her head?"
"It would be more humane," Meredith whispers back.
Dr. Savoy starts up again, "So for a period of several hours, your interns were running amuck in the hospital unsupervised."
"I'm waiting for a question," Miranda says shortly.
Dr. Savoy clears his throat, "The question is where were you?"
"There was the shooting and the ER was chaotic," Miranda explains.
Dr. Savoy dismisses her answer, "The ER is always chaotic. Did you page them during this time?"
"Yes, I paged them several times."
"So apparently, they thought it was okay to ignore your pages. Dr. why do you think your interns have so much contempt for your authority?"
"You don't know what the hell you're talking about!" I turn around to see Alex standing up behind us.
Miranda shakes her head, "Dr. Karev, sit down."
"Izzie…" George trails off and I turn around to see Izzie standing in the doorway, her hand on her temple.
Miranda just moves on, "Next question."
After the M&M, the rest of the interns and I make our way over to Izzie. She looks disoriented. I speak softly, "You weren't supposed to be in there, Izzie."
"You shouldn't have had to see that," George tries.
Izzie shakes her head, "It's fine. I'm fine. Clearly the doctor thing wasn't working for me so go about your business. Run labs. Cure cancer. I'm fine."
"You're not going home," George shakes his head, "Either you hang out with us or we'll call your mother."
"She's just a few hours away, and I'm sure she wouldn't mind coming and staying with you," Meredith adds, "All day."
"You wouldn't," Izzie shakes her head.
George pulls out his phone, "Dialing."
"Woah! Hey, hey! Okay. I'll just… go hang out in the locker room," Izzie suggests as she walks away.
Dr. Bailey walks out the room along with the Chief and he comes up to me, "What is she doing here? She has no business in this room."
"What are you looking at me for? I didn't have anything to do with this," I start, "I didn't have anything to do with ANY of this."
"I'll stay with her today if that's okay," George steps up, "I'll update charts and I'll run labs and keep an eye on her, if that's okay. She shouldn't be alone."
"Fine," he says walking away.
The rest of the interns turn to Miranda and George starts, "Dr. Bailey…"
"We just want to say…" Meredith adds.
Cristina speaks up next, "We're sorry…"
"About the M&M," Alex finishes.
Miranda shakes her head, "No. You do not get to apologize to me for this. You do not get to feel better. Neither do I. Get to work. O'Malley keep an eye on her."
"Yes, Dr. Bailey," George nods as Miranda and I walk away.
We were on the way to our patients room when Dr. Savoy walks up to us, "Dr. Bailey, you understand it's nothing personal."
"People talking about your hormone levels starts to feel personal."
"Dr. Bailey, looks like you're the baby whisperer. Gus drank the whole bottle. Do you want to hold him?" Mr. Niles asks walking out the room.
She started to reach for him but with Dr. Savoy standing not-too-far-behind her she shakes her head, "Actually now isn't a good time. We were about to go get your wife's labs."
"Do you think you could talk to her?" Mr. Niles asks then as Dr. Savoy walks away smirking, "She's freaking out. She's not too sure about the mastectomy, she's thinking maybe a lumpectomy. I know she likes you. Maybe you could talk her into…"
"No, it's not my job to talk her into anything. Maybe if she knew more about her reconstructive options…" she trails off looking over to me.
I nod, "I'll send our plastic surgeon up."
A few minutes later, Mark and his flunky Dr. Karev come up to meet us. I introduce them to Mr. and Mrs. Niles before I give the floor to Mark. He takes over, "If you go ahead with the mastectomy, there are several reconstructive options. Saline implants are used most often… but silicone has a more natural look and feel."
"I can't deal with this right now," Mrs. Niles dismisses them.
Mr. Niles sighs, "Diana… come on. It'll take two seconds, huh?"
"You're the one who has to feel them so you decide."
"I don't care."
"Dude, trust me," Alex interrupts, "you care."
"Dr. Karev," I scold him.
Mark chuckles then turns to Mr. Niles seriously, "Dude, he's right. You care."
I can't take this. I step outside to the hallway, not expecting Mr. Niles to follow… He calls out to me, "Dr. Montgomery? What's wrong with my wife?"
"I'm sorry," I sigh, "You know she has stage 2B breast cancer…"
"I know that, but will you please tell me what's wrong with her?"
"Mr. Niles…"
"Cause she won't talk to me, I try and I try but she won't," he holds the baby up to me, "She won't even look at Gus. She won't hold him and all he wants is his mom. He's just… she's such a good mom. I know it doesn't seem like that but she is."
"I can schedule a psych consult…"
"I don't want a psych consult," he cuts me off, "I just want my wife back… Please. Now she's talking crazy… how she might not have the surgery at all."
"Mr. Niles…"
"Can you please tell her that she has to have the surgery? Somebody has to tell her," he begs and luckily Miranda walks out the room. He walks back in as we watch on from the hallway.
He tries to give her the baby, "Here, honey. Please just hold him."
"Stop it," she pushes him away.
He begs, "Will you please just talk to me?"
"I want you to leave me alone," she pushes him away again.
I turn to Miranda, "She doesn't want the surgery…"
"Add―" Miranda starts as Richard walks up to us.
He nods to me then turns to Miranda, "You took a lot of hits today at the M&M. Some of them justified, some of them not. Compassion and empathy are a big part of the job. I don't care what Savoy said, and I know I haven't always been supportive, but being a parent makes you a better doctor."
"I'll, uh, be right back," I excuse myself and I make my way to my office. I just needed a break. Being around too many people gets my tear ducts going again. I want to take my mind off everything so I figured, I'd sit in my office and work on some paperwork.
It's quiet. Just how I like things… nothing to remind me of Bizzy. Nothing to upset me. Nothing for me to do but work on this stack of papers on my desk. I can handle this. My silence, of course, is interrupted by a knock on my door.
I look up to see Izzie walking in, "Hi. I just wanted to say hi."
"Hi," I force a smile then she sits down on my couch.
I sigh taking off my glasses as she starts talking, "I'm thinking about traveling. Maybe go to Italy? I've never been there before. I hear Venice is amazing."
"Izzie…"
"I'm fine… really I am, I'm fine. Everyone thinks I'm not but… I'm fine," she nods to me.
I sigh moving the stack of papers back to the side of my desk, "You're fine. I'm fine. Everything's fine."
"So…"
"You know what?" I cut her off, "No, I'm not fine. My mother killed herself, I drowned and… Denny, he asked you to marry him and now he's dead. You're not fine. Don't come in here and… just… we're not fine."
"I'm sorry," she looks to the ground then back up to me, "We were friends. You were my boss but I think we were friends too. I didn't mean for anyone to get hurt. And I know there is nothing I can do to take it back."
"No."
"Addison, please."
"You quit. You quit being a surgeon. You have two good hands and you aren't using them. Feel guilty about that instead of your money," I say storming out of my own office.
I literally run into Meredith as I'm whipping around the corner of the staircase. She holds on to me, "Whoa, whoa. Slow down… You okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine," I nod.
She smiles, "I was just coming up to find you. I'm riding home with George and Izzie. He gets off in like an hour."
"Good," I nod as she hands me her keys, "I'm going to be here for a while… Mrs. Niles is refusing to have surgery and you've seen the husband…"
"Good luck," she kisses me softly on the lips.
I smile, "I need it."
"Okay, well, I'll see you at home," she says heading back down the stairs.
I let myself out on this level to head back to Mrs. Niles room. I'm hoping that she's had a change of heart. When I round the corner to her room, I see Miranda inside with her and I decide not to interrupt. I just watch on from the hall.
Mrs. Niles rolls over on her other side, "I don't feel like talking."
"When I'm driving home at night, after a long day at work all I can think about is getting to my baby," Miranda continues anyway.
Mrs. Niles turns to face her, "If this is where you tell me to fight the cancer so I don't miss out on the joy of motherhood…"
"Then I get home, and the baby's crying…" Miranda says as she sits down in the chair next to her, "and the exhaustion hits… And I resent that tiny baby's presence in my house; my previously very quiet house."
"Why are you telling me this?"
"So you know what I do? First I pick a fight with my husband. You know, blame him for not settling the baby down. Then I bitch about the neighbor's loud music. Then if I'm really tired, and pissed off… I blame the baby. If you hadn't been breast feeding, you never would have thought the lump was a clogged milk duct. You would have gone to the doctor as soon as you felt it. Cancer wouldn't have gotten this far and you wouldn't be here making this decision…" she trails off then asks, "Am I close?"
"What kind of mother blames her own baby for her cancer?" Mrs. Niles starts to break down.
Miranda holds her, "A mother who is human; a mother who is overwhelmed."
"If this is going to kill me eventually, wouldn't it be better if it happened when Gus was little? Wouldn't it be easier for him if I never existed?"
"Shh… This is when I tell you to fight the cancer so you don't miss out on the joys of motherhood," Bailey finishes.
I walk away overwhelmed. I try to take the edge off by treating myself to some Juju. I make my way over to the coffee cart. There's a short line but I can deal with that. I wait and finally, I reach the cart so I can order and turns out, they're out of hot cocoa. I can't get my Juju and now I'm crying again. What's wrong with me? I turn to walk away when I see Izzie walk up to the Chief in the hallway. I see on the other end of the hall that Alex notices them too. We both stop where we are to listen in.
She starts, "I have eight million dollars."
"So I've heard," the Chief crosses his arms.
Izzie pauses for a second, "I can do anything I want."
"Just about."
"And all I really want to do is a running whip stitch."
"My first year as an intern, I had a stable cardiac patient who blew out his lung while I was transporting him to CT. I called in a code, but by the time everyone got there, he was dead. If I'd have put in a chest tube right away… I made a mistake. But I stayed. I worked. I learned. I never made that mistake again. If I'd have quit, all I would have had is that life that I lost. Instead I get to save lives. Every day, I get to save lives," the Chief finishes and I turn to walk away with tears still rushing from my eyes.
Alex catches my eye again then he walks up towards me. I try to turn away but it's too late. He offers me his towel, "Here."
"Thank you," I say wiping my eyes then I blow my nose into it.
I try to hand it back but he shakes his head, "Oh, keep it."
"Really? Oh," I chuckling when I remember I blew my nose in it, "Okay. You know, I'm―I'm okay, you know. I mean, it's not like we're close or anything."
"Well, sometimes that makes it harder than when the relationship was good and there were no unresolved issues," he shrugs, "Nothing left unsaid."
"But it's not like anything is setting this off. I'm crying because the coffee cart was out of cocoa. I mean, it's―it's like my tears ducts are acting on their own," I say wiping my tears away again, "I just want this to be over."
"Grief has its own timeline," he says as he starts walking away.
I call after him, "Wait, wait, wait. What does that mean?"
"You can't get off til the ride stops," he calls over his shoulder before turning the corner and disappearing down the hall.
I make my way back upstairs to my patient's room to see if Bailey maybe talked some sense into her… Her surgery is supposed to be in thirty minutes. I spot Miranda outside the room playing with the baby and I walk over to her with a smile on my face as he giggles. I reach out to him and tickle his tummy then he goes into another fit of giggles. It warms my heart a little. I guess one of the perks of having a baby is the little smiles on their faces. That could make everything okay.
I say to Miranda but mostly to myself, "You know, I could totally see myself with one of these little guys."
"You want kids?"
"A house full―"
"Babysitting Dr. Bailey?" we're interrupted by Dr. Savoy.
Miranda just smiles at him, "That's right, I'm babysitting. I'm being all unprofessional and emotionally involved while my patient and her husband are having a moment together. You might want you leave right now. I feel a rush of hormones coming on. There's no telling what I might do."
Dr. Savoy says nothing and just walks away.
I can't help but laugh, "You really spooked him."
"How's it going in there?" Alex asks as he walks up to us.
Miranda looks towards the couple. They seem to be doing a lot better. She smiles to the little boy in her arms, "I think they're leaning toward a mastectomy."
"About Izzie…" he starts and we both look to him, "I didn't do anything."
"I know Karev," Miranda shakes her head, "you didn't do anything, you weren't even here."
"No listen," he explains, "I knew… Izzie told me what she was going to do but I didn't say anything cause I didn't want to get involved. I didn't do anything. I didn't do anything to stop her. You weren't the only one."
"Alex. Thank you," she says simply.
Mr. Niles calls out from the room, "Doctors?"
Miranda goes ahead in and before I follow, I turn to Alex, "Um, do you need a ride home? I'm done for the day right after this surgery."
"Yeah," he nods, "I'll come find you after."
Surgery was a success. Dr. Bailey is closing―she's going to be here all night and she figured at least one of us should get home in good time―so I head to the scrub room. I'm glad Mrs. Niles decided to fight… to live so she could see her child grow up. I thought I was finally going to get that… with Bizzy. She made it seem as though she was finally giving our relationship a chance then she went and killed herself. She killed herself… she left me… she left me and now, I can't stop crying.
Callie walks into the scrub room as I start drying off my face again, "I know you told everyone not to mention the tears but really, I mean, it freaks me out."
"Well," I admit, "now I'm actually crying because my mother killed herself."
"Well," she says joining me at the sink, "that does not freak me out."
"There were so many times… that I'd wish she'd just disappear…" I say wiping my tears with my shoulder, "and now I'd give anything for one more conversation, just one more chance to talk to her."
"What would you say to her?" she asks.
After careful thought, I finally say, "There's nothing trashy about twirling a baton."
"What?"
"When I was 10," I explain, "The uniforms were cute and the batons were sparkly and what the hell did it matter anyway? But Bizzy said no… Actually she said, 'over my dead body.'"
"So… should I get you a baton?" she asks and we both break out into laughter as I finish scrubbing out.
I dry off my hands and before I leave, I turn to her and smile, "I think we're going to make good friends."
Walking into the house behind Alex later that night, I find George, Izzie and Meredith in the kitchen. Alex, of course, walks right past them but I pop my head in anyway.
"Hey," I smile softly walking in.
"Hey," Meredith kisses me quickly before turning back to Izzie, "Are you seriously not going to deposit that check?"
"Some good needs to come from this money. Until I know what that good is… no. I'm not depositing the check," she says clipping it to the fridge and walking out of the room with George. Meredith goes to grab it down but I slap her hand away.
She turns to me laughing, "What?"
"Let her have it," I nudge her then I wave her off to follow me to the room.
We're cuddled up in bed less than fifteen minutes later. All the lights are out but the room is still lit up from the street lights beaming into the window. It's quiet now… even the crickets are sleeping. I cuddle up into Meredith's warmth and we lie here in a comfortable silence for I don't know how long. I do know that she isn't sleep or there would be snoring… I have to say something. I can't sit on this much longer… I'm so tired of crying.
"My mom is dead," I admit rolling over to bury myself into Meredith's side.
I feel her head nod against me, "Yeah, she is."
"I was scared," I whisper, "I stopped swimming. I just… gave up." Meredith turns around to face me and the look on her face sends me into another fit of tears, "I'm sorry that I lied to you. I'm sorry that I tried to leave you..." I look up to see that she's crying and I reach up to wipe away her tears, "I love you, Meredith Grey… and if you really want to get married, I'd love to marry, have a house full of kids and grow old with you."
"I love you," is all she could say as she nestled herself into me, "I love you."
Hello beautiful people! I missed you all! (To my new readers, welcome! You are all very beautiful as well!) I hope you enjoyed the new chapter. Please review down below! Tell me what you like, don't like and would love to see in the future. I feel like, if not the next chapter then the next, will be intern exams! Then a short vacation and the planning of the Meddison wedding, of course, before our new residents come back to the work. Thinking about making a part two to the story. Let me know what you think. In the meantime, check out my new story Gone. It's my first Maddison fanfic. Reviews are love.
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