"I had a run in with my sister." She sighed when she found him at the nurses' station busying himself with work.

"Oh… Do you want to talk about it?"

"No… She just… trash talked my life. Sometimes it hurts, you know. She left and never regretted leaving me."

"Are you going to be okay?"

"I'm looking forward to getting out of here and going on our date."

"But are you going to be okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. I don't need her."

"Okay." He smiled at her. "I'll see you around?"

--

She hadn't seen her sister in hours so she figured she left. She had managed her friends for most of the day. But when she walked into the doctors' lounge to get some coffee, Christina and Alex were there discussing a patient. Sighing, she walked over to the coffee machine and began pouring herself some coffee.

"You know you want to ask me." She said without looking at them.

"Who was she?" Alex asked.

"My sister." She figured 'what's the use of lying?'

"You have another sister?" Christina asked confused to why she didn't know of her especially since it was obvious she caused so much drama.

Meredith nodded rubbing her face. "My parents adopted her before they had me since they were still in love at that point, wanted kids, and thought they couldn't have any." Her voice was had no emotions.

"And she's not in your life?" Alex tried to confirm.

"Yep. She left when she was sixteen and didn't contact me again until I was…fifteen. We met up and she tried to set me up as a model like she is, but she was strung out on drugs. So I told her to call me if she ever got clean. She never did and never talked to me again until now." She didn't feel like coming up with a lie or avoiding topic so she told them straight out. With that she walked out sipping her coffee.

--

She heard muffled crying sounds as she walked into the bathroom. She ignored it at first thinking it was some employee crying over their love life or a patient over a lost loved one. But then she saw shoes she recognized. It took her a second before she could place them, but she eventually realized they were her sister's.

"Emily?" She called out.

"Go away." She sniffled.

Sighing, she sat down on one of the sinks knowing that this would be a long fight to get her to talk. Regardless of how much anger she had for her older sister, she was still her big sister. So if she was upset, she wanted to know why and if she could fix it.

"What's wrong?"

"Why would you care?" She sobbed.

"Because regardless of how bitchy you are or that you're a drug addict, you're still my sister."

"Wow that was heartfelt." She said sarcastically.

"I'm trying to be a good sister here."

"Yeah right. You just feel sorry for me because I'm crying. You don't care."

"You're right, because I'm just wasting my time with you when I could be helping people who want it." She said half sarcastically. It was partially true that she didn't want to help anyone who didn't want to be help. But it as also true that if Emily needed help, she would try to give it to her.

"Just go, Meredith. You don't give a damn."

"Like you give a damn about yourself? You ran away from home at sixteen. You got addicted to cocaine, methamphetamines, and god knows what else. You smoke. You do god knows what else to yourself." She spat harshly. "Why should I throw myself in the front of a moving train if you aren't going to at least be willing to move off the tracks?"

"I can't help it. There's so much pressure to be beautiful in the modeling business."

"You didn't even give yourself a chance to do something other than model. You were just so damn eager to do something that Mom would hate. What about when you were a kid and you wanted to dance when you grew up? Not only that, you wanted to be a dancer that kept all her clothes on. But you didn't want to wait for an opportunity like that. You did this to yourself."

She moved around and opened the door. She appeared. Her appearance was messy. Her hair wasn't perfect, and her eyes were red. Her clothes were slightly wrinkled, ad her nose was red and runny. "You're right. But I can't change who I am."

"Yes you can. There are rehab places and…"

"I have HIV, Meredith."