Ellis had now had her biopsy, and they were just waiting for the results now. Molly Grey had just been admitted for an emergency caesarean, bringing her father with her. Meredith and Aimee were sitting with Ellis, who was still sedated. Meredith was trying to work up the courage to tell Aimee about their father being in the hospital.
"So… do you need to get back to work?" said Aimee.
"Yeah, in a little while," said Meredith. "I just… what I wanted to… I mean… Aims…"
"Are you going to spit it out sometime today?"
"Sorry, it's just…"
"Your father is here in the hospital with his pregnant daughter and wife," said Aimee calmly.
"You know?"
"Yeah I saw them earlier… he hasn't changed much in twenty two years," said Aimee. "You really didn't have to agonize over how to tell me. I don't care."
"Aimee, this is me it's alright to freak out. Hell I'm freaking out," said Meredith.
"That is because you remember him, he was once your Dad, he was never mine. He's just a guy that was once married to the Dragon," said Aimee, still completely calm.
"He is your father."
"Biologically maybe," said Aimee. "But he's never been around for either of us, so… this doesn't have to affect us in any way. I don't see why you're freaking out."
"The father that walked out on me when I was five and before you were even born… Aimee even you can't be totally okay about it."
"I am."
"Just stop being…" Meredith started, being cut off by her pager. "I have to go."
"Then go, I'll come and find you when we get the results," said Aimee as if nothing had happened.
"Alright."
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"Hey Grandpa," Aimee said. Ellis was still sedated and she was going insane being stuck in the depressing room alone. She had decided to wander around, then she came across Mark in his office. "What are you doing?"
"Paperwork," said Mark, looking up. "How is Dr. Grey?"
"Meredith is… damaged but holding up," said Aimee. "The Dragon is unconscious."
"Do you need something?"
"A distraction," said Aimee.
"Shouldn't you close the door then?" smirked Mark.
"Have you taken your little blue pill in time?" snapped Aimee.
"HEY!"
"Oh relax, old man," sighed Aimee, closing the office door and sitting down opposite Mark. "I am never going to do you, ever!"
"Then what do you want?"
"I already said I want a distraction," said Aimee as if he was an idiot.
"Okay… do you want to talk about… cancer or something?"
"Nice try," smirked Aimee. "You might have gotten me to spill my guts last night, but today I'm sober."
"So again what do you want?"
"Something to distract me from all the thought swirling round my head… I need to think about something meaningless and shallow and so naturally I thought of you."
"Oh that's nice."
"I've never claimed to be nice," said Aimee, grinning wickedly. "So come on, any problem you have?"
"No, I'm good. Life is good."
"Come on, there must be something. Are you having trouble getting into nurse's pants? Ex-best friend plotting your untimely death? Come on, something, anything!"
"Is that going to shut you up and make you go away?" sighed Mark.
"I'll certainly consider it."
"Alright fine," said Mark.
"Oh yay, tell me now!" said Aimee, starting to look a perkier.
"So you know Addison?"
"McWife, yeah I know that story. You screwed McWife behind McDreamy's back, you all came out here blah blah blah."
"Right so we've been… screwing on and off but then she… hates me until she wants me. What is with that? The sex is great but that's it!"
"Right, McWife is the hot redhead right?"
"Yeah."
"Alright I am going to do my best to talk boy so bear with me," said Aimee.
"Okay," said Mark warily.
"You're a booty call, a skanky bar whore!" said Aimee as if that explained everything.
"What?!"
"Well the redhead, even though I did call her firecrotch, she's hot but classy right? And you are an easy lay, it takes very little effort on her part to get you to drop your scrubs…"
"Where is this going?"
"I'm getting there," Aimee scolded. "As I was saying you're a booty call, good for great sex but that's it!"
"I don't understand."
"Alright I need more boy talk," muttered Aimee, before continuing. "It's like how men are with women. You want repeat performances with McWife but you wouldn't mind the occasional dinner in between lays. But think about a skank… like syph nurse Olivia, have you done her?"
"Yeah so?"
"Perfect example. She screwed you after what? One drink and little sweet talk?" said Aimee, enjoying watching him squirm a little.
"More or less."
"And you would not want a repeat performance with her because she is too easy and little slutty. You would always make sure you had a rubber on with Olivia because well let's face it you could catch something nasty—"
"Again what does this have to do with anything?"
"It's the same for McWife. You're skanky syph nurse, too easy and little slutty. Try being a little more unavailable when she booty calls you."
"Seriously! You're a disturbing chick you know that?" chuckled Mark.
"I know, it's all part of my charm."
"Uh… your sister is just outside," said Mark, who had suddenly noticed Meredith hovering outside looking none too amused.
"Oh crap, the Dragon's cancer test," said Aimee, getting up. "Thanks for the distraction, Old Man."
"Anytime, Kid."