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NOT MINE
Aftermath
Chapter 17: Let Me Let Go
Erica shifted in her seat as the red head took a seat across from her.
"Lets not make this anymore painful than we have to, OK? I know my husband loves you more than loves me. OK I get it, you win." Addison said, her voice tired, sullen and full of pain.
"That's all well and good but that's not what we're here to discuss. We're here to discuss the explosion." Erica reminded her.
She's going to actually be professional about all this… Wow.
"So you were attempting to convince Miranda Bailey to give birth when the explosion occurred, is that correct?" Erica asked, diving right in.
Addison shifted in her chair before opening her mouth. "Yes, she was refusing because her husband was upstairs having brain surgery." Addison explained to her.
Erica nodded and jotted down some notes. "And you were preparing to chopper Dr. Bailey to Mercy West for a C-section before Dr. O'Malley convinced her to give birth vaginally, correct?" She prodded further.
All of a sudden, Addison felt about 2 feet tall. "Yes, that was the plan. My obligation, my job, is to do what's in the best interest of the patient." Addison defended.
"You aren't on trial Dr. Shephard. I'm not a lawyer, I'm a psychologist. I'm just trying to ascertain what exactly happened, so don't get your back up." Erica told the woman sitting across from her.
Addison visibly swallowed. She nodded her agreement to Erica's statement and gave herself a moment to gather herself.
"Your husband was upstairs, in the OR, less than 20 feet from a bomb. Weren't you concerned? Weren't you upset?" Erica questioned, keeping her voice neutral and unemotional. Why wasn't she upset? Why wasn't she beside herself with worry? She shouldn't have been able to concentrate, let alone practice…
"Of course I was upset. But I still have a job to do. I still have a responsibility to this hospital." Addison protested.
Erica raised an eyebrow at her fellow doctor. "Addison, you didn't even blink an eye. That's more than being cool under pressure. That's detachment. Your thoughts weren't with your husband until the very end. I realize you have a job to do, but you also had a husband who you could've lost and it appears as though that thought didn't even cross your mind." Erica observed.
Addison was at a loss of words. "How long have you been speaking to Mark? I mean, since you left New York." Erica questioned.
How did she know! It's impossible…He couldn't… He wouldn't… "Mark told you." Addison replied flatly, but smoothly skirting the question.
"He did. I didn't think it would be relative to this situation. I was wrong. You weren't thinking of your husband because you were thinking about Mark. You knew he was coming, didn't you? Your mind was clear across the country with the man who helped you wreck your marriage." Erica said, keeping her voice even and cool as she regarded the woman across from her with a look so icy it sent shivers down Addison's spine.
"Clear me for my service. We're done." Addison demanded, her voice small but firm.
Erica considered the request. The woman was able to function, it wasn't the bomb that was causing the problem, it was the relationship between Meredith and Derek. She knew that before she'd stepped off the plane. She just needed to see it.
"I'll clear you. As of right now, the session is over, so I can say this. From one former ex wife to a future one, this isn't going to get better until you let him go." Erica told her.
Addison stood and walked out, leaving traces of her expensive perfume behind.
"Some people will never learn." Erica muttered to herself.
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