more than i can hold in my heart.

intoxicated

a/n :

request from - euucrys22

(i just found out how to mention someone lmao, for someone who's a gen z kid, i can be pretty dumb abt technology sometimes lol)

Miranda glanced down at her phone, her eyebrows scrunched together.

She'd been texting her husband since an hour ago and he hasn't responded yet.

Apparently, he'd taken a 'sick' day with a bunch of other male surgeons, and she was pretty sure they were just hanging out.

She sighed. He better not be drunk when he arrives at the mixer.

"Where are your surgeons?" Richard came up to her asking her the same question she'd been asking herself.

She squinted at him and turned around. "There's... Kepner, and... the rest will be here too," she assured him.

He shot her an unimpressed look. "Are you sure about that?"

"Yes, I'm sure," she chuckled. She was a little hesitant but she had faith in her husband. Wherever he is. Miranda watched her mentor look around nervously. "Why are you being so crazy about this mixer anyway?"

Richard kept fidgeting with his suit as he looked at her. "It's... my first class since I was reinstated back in this job."

She nodded, because it was true. She looked away from him to observe the new interns coming into her hospital. "A job, which was taken away behind my back."

Miranda looked at him, unimpressed with the way he's guilting her. He continued, "So, uh, I'd like a little support."

She sighed. "Yes, sir. You're right. Go. Speech-ify." She smiled softly. No matter what, he was always good at those. "They'll be here soon."

"Thank you." Richard nodded his thanks as he made his way to the stage.

"Uh, okay, people, welcome... welcome to Grey-Sloan Memorial." She glanced at the interns, who were smiling brightly, excited for the years ahead of them.

She was reminded of her own intern mixer at the same hospital. They were ecstatic, same as young Mandy.

Miranda was also reminded of when she accompanied Ben to his intern mixer at UCLA. He was excited, and ready to meet the people he'd be working with. She went along, conversing with a few aspiring doctors who knew her name from her work with the genome lab. The night was fun, and while she was nervous about him being a thousand miles away from her, she was glad he found happiness in surgery.

"...is our top priority." She zoned back in as the doors opened and Owen Hunt, Jackson Avery and Benjamin Warren stumbled inside.

She had to keep a sigh as she watched them act normal, as if eyes weren't on them. Her gaze settled on her husband, who had bumped into the balloons near the door. Ben was trying to fix it, and act as if he wasn't so obviously drunk.

Jackson munched on some chips loudly, and Ben stood near a table, looking as if he was listening intently to Richard's speech.

Miranda held in the urge to tend to him. She was concerned, and he looked like he was about to fall on his face any minute.

"You were chosen for your potential..." Richard's voice trailed off again as Ben held a chair out, its legs scraping on the floor loudly.

She winced. She hoped her mentor was about to finish her speech because damn it, she really needed to get her husband home.