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follow Sage Bailey's journey as she conquers the halls of Grey-Sloan. a kick-ass neonatologist & pediatrician just trying to save lives and survive while dealing with a pretty-eyed man, who happens to be the love of her life.
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"You better have a damn good reason for being here, Thomas." I said, glaring at my co-worker as I rubbed my tired eyes.
"Well, good morning to you too, Sage."
"It is, what, three in the morning? Are you out of your mind?"
He chuckled.
"Actually, he's here for me. I didn't think you'd show up, especially at this time." Jackson said, moving next to me.
"Yeah, well, I was in the neighborhood. I'll get straight to it. I heard you were taking over the foundation, and I-I called Catherine to get the details. I'm impressed." Tom smiled.
"Okay. And you needed to say that at two a.m.?" I questioned.
"Three." Jackson corrected.
"You know, I lost, uh, six patients.. black patients, actually. Three were husbands and fathers, one was, uh... One's single, one was very happily divorced, and um.." He chuckled, blinking away tears.
"Chaos, injustice and pain and... The world is only that way because we let it be. Or because people who look like me made it that way. And... so what I'm saying, I, uh..." He nervously laughed.
"Let me become worthy of being spared. I want to be an ally. I want to spend whatever time I've got left making this lousy, stinking place better. You know, you can use me however you want. I can operate, uh, administrate... Hell, I'll even help you understand how ignorant white people think. I'll do anything. I don't need money. I don't need a big title. You don't even have to stop hating me. Just, uh... Just let me help."
Jackson looked to me for my answer. I shrugged, wanting to lay back down.
"You cut it close, Koracick.. We're leaving at six a.m." Jackson said.
"Today? For Boston?" Tom asked, slightly panicking.
"Yeah, in a few hours. If you're ready by then, I'll e-mail you an address. And, yeah, technically, I do have space on my jet, but I really don't want to be tempted to fire you before we land, so.."
"I'll figure something out. Good night, Avery's. Thank you."
After Tom left, we only got a thirty minute nap before we were up again. Everyone had to be up and ready, which some of the kids took forever to do.
Once everyone was ready, we put the bags in the trunk then made our way to the airport.
He was quiet most of the ride, only answering a few of the kids' questions.
