A/N: And here is the chapter I promised. :)
~My Boo~
After I went back to the ER and had a rare uneventful day, at 2pm I heard the rhythmic click of Dr. Cuddy's heels against the linoleum floor, without even around and away from my charts I said: "I know, I know, I'm going," and with that I grabbed my charts and walked away, toward the direction of my office to drop the charts. As I was ready to leave the hospital one of the bleeding patients managed to cover my pink scrubs with blood. After I and two of the nurses managed to get the distressed 14 year old boy and got him stitched and cleaned up, I headed to the change room to change out of the bloody scrubs.
As I reached my locker and started to pull out my clean clothes, I noticed that the showers were running and the sound of whimpers were coming from that direction; concerned I leave my clothes in the locker and head towards the showers. What I saw was something I never expected. The beautiful, stoic, and mysterious 'Thirteen' with tears running down her face, her eyes scrunched up. Her face was unhealthily pale, and her lip quivering as small whimpers escaped her lips. A piece of paper wrinkled in between her left hand as she held onto the counter in front of the bathroom stalls, as if it were her lifeline. Her hand shaking and her knuckles were white.
-" Are you okay...?" I struggled to remember her real name, "...Dr. Thirteen?" I asked lamely. Her eyes snapped open, her steely gray gaze, that usually held mirth completely absent. Her eyes, a dark gray/blue, held so much pain and fear. She tried to keep in the sob that threatened to escape her throat, and as soon as the sound escaped her mouth she collapsed into the floor, in a sobbing mess. I ran to her, and held her in my arms. It was strange, she felt so right in my arms.
-" It's okay. It's be alright," I said as I petted the beautiful woman's hair," I ran my fingers through her hair as I tried to calm her down as she clinged to my collar and bloody scrub, as if for dear life. After a couple of minutes of us like that, she managed to stop her sobbing. We just stayed like that for a couple minutes.
-" Remy," she whispered after a little while.
-" What?" I asked, unsure as to what she said.
-" Remy, my name is Remy, you can call me Remy," she whispered again snuggling into my neck at the end.
-" Oh," was all I managed to say, "I'm allison, are you okay, Remy? What's wrong? Why are you crying?" I asked her as I pull away from her to see her tear streaked face.
She wipes her tears away, and gives me a sad smile. She then squares her shoulders, her eyes becoming her usual light gray and her face is once again the stoic mask she wears around the hospital. " It's nothing, Dr. Cameron," and with that she stands up and walks away from me, leaving me dumbfounded on the floor of the changing room.
A/N: Hope this is okay