Chapter 7
"Mer I need your help," gasped Aimee. Ellis was due to go into surgery in a few hours, she had breast cancer but they couldn't tell if it had spread further.
"What?" hissed Meredith she was supposed to be doing charts for Mark, and he had already pulled her up for slacking.
"I lost the Dragon."
"What?"
"I lost her," said Aimee as if she was speaking to someone really stupid. "I went to get coffee and when I got back she was gone."
"You left her," exclaimed Meredith.
"I was thirsty, she is soul destroying," said Aimee feeling a little defensive. She had been sitting with her mother for two days, and it wasn't a pleasant experience.
"Fine we just have to find her," sighed Meredith.
"I was gone for a few minutes," Aimee insisted. "I am not an imbecile."
"Whatever," said Meredith exasperated.
"Dr Grey, the patient in 2217 needs a bandage change," snapped Mark.
"What is she a nurse?" Aimee called back.
"Did you say something Dr. Grey or was it just your smart ass sister getting on my nerves?" shouted Mark.
"Just my sister," muttered Meredith.
"Stop being an old fart, the Dragon is missing and I need help trying to find her, unless you want to get up off your fat ass" shouted Aimee.
"Not the way to get me to be nice," snapped Mark.
"A patient is missing I was merely informing a member of staff," said Aimee sweetly while drawing Mark daggers.
"Fine Grey go and find her," he snapped. "A nurse is more use to me."
"You're an asshole," hissed Aimee.
"You're a pain in the ass."
"I assume firecrotch still isn't willing to 'cuddle'"
"Bitch!"
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"What the hell…" said Aimee dangerously. She had just checked in what she thought was an empty scrub room for her mother and found her in an embrace with none other than Richard Webber.
"Meredith go away," hissed Ellis.
"Go bad to your room," said Aimee grabbing Ellis' hand.
"Meredith let me go," protested Ellis.
"Mum are you alright?" asked Meredith sprinting towards the scrub room.
"I-I'm not supposed to be here am I?" said Ellis looking lost.
"No Mum you're not," said Meredith gently. "Come on I'll take you back."
"Mum what are you doing here?" said Ellis to Aimee.
"Mum? I'm not your Mum," said Aimee. "You think I'm Grandma."
"Are you going to try and talk me out of Med school?" shouted Ellis. "It won't work, I am a surgeon…let me live my life."
"I look like Grandma," muttered Aimee who had only vague memories of her Grandmother. "As if being like you wasn't enough?"
"Aimee behave!" said Meredith sternly leading Ellis away.
"Funny I was going to stay the same to Dr. Webber," said Aimee remembering what she had saw.
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"What the hell is going on?" demanded Meredith. She had just put her Mum back into her room and came out to waiting area to find Aimee ripping into the Chief, while Thatcher and his wife looked on, she assumed they were waiting for an update on their granddaughter.
"Uh…Meredith uh…your uh…" stuttered Thatcher.
"Can we please talk calmly and rationally?" said the Chief using his 'I'm the boss and you better damn well do as I say' voice.
"Talk? You want to talk to me about coping a feel of my mother?" yelled Aimee. "I don't see a single reason why I shouldn't have you stricken off, unless groping Alzheimer's patients is in your job description?"
"There is no need for…" started the Chief trying to appease Aimee.
"Let me just get one thing straight," said Aimee looking his straight in the eye. "I am not Meredith, you do not have any influence over my career. And as much as I hate it at times, I am very much my mother's daughter and I will take this to the medical Association and yank your license…in fact I will take great pleasure in it."
"Aimee what are you doing?" hissed Meredith.
"Okay Mer you're a doctor is it ethical that I found your chief of surgery in an empty scrub room with our loony tunes mother, making out?"
"We were not…" started the Chief strongly.
"You really wanna argue about it?" snapped Aimee.
"Aimee please stop," pleaded Meredith.
"Why?" ranted Aimee. "Is it alright for him to take advantage of a sick old woman just because he had an affair with her twenty two years ago?"
"You know about that?" gasped Meredith.
"Mum told me when I was nine," Aimee snapped. "The same day she told my I was wrong…I had the wrong DNA, if only I was his her life would have been perfect instead she was landed with me."
"That isn't true," said Meredith even though she knew it sounded like something Ellis Grey would say.
"Yeah it is. So it will be a pleasure to report him."
"Aimee your Mother she…"
"Don't even try…" she snapped again, looking remarkably like Ellis, her eyes were cold and the only emotion evident in them was anger. "to talk to me about my mother. Nobody knows what that woman is capable of more than me."
"Aimee you need to calm down," said Meredith placing her hand on Aimee's shaking arm.
"No I need a drink," gasped Aimee suddenly feeling drained.
"Are you alright?" asked Thatcher timidly.
"Like you give a shit," said Aimee venomously.
"Grey scrub in in OR four," said Mark who had heard the scene along with half the hospital.
"Uh…I should really," started Meredith.
"Go," he said firmly. "I'll take care of the Drama Queen."
"Lucky me," muttered Aimee.
"Do you get off on causing a scene?" said Mark. "What is it 'Mummy liked big sister more' so you have to be center of attention now?"
"Screw you!"
"I would if I could."