MerAdd Oneshots

The Covid Diaries

Thank you all for reading 💞

~Daisy

Day one

addison's POV:

If you've never been subjected to the torture that is being isolated in a hospital room, I'm gladly willing to say that you're not missing out on much. Or, rather, anything at all.

Two beds, complete with scratchy sheets and thin knit blankets, along with two tables on wheels, two nightstands, a singular television, and Meredith. We had a bathroom, and that was the extent of it.

We were locked up, and checked on multiple times daily.

It felt like prison. Four beige walls, a sad, gray tiled floor, and a ceiling that I imagine was once white, back in the day.

That was the extent of my view. The hotel room quarantine had been bad, but this? This was much worse. Sitting in a hotel room with room service, a giant bed, privacy and alcohol, definitely made a huge difference in the overall experience.

The hospital was grey, dull and sad. I had no idea there could be different shades of dull grey, but somehow, this place managed to use the entire range of shades, each one duller than the last.

The only good part of being here was being stuck here with Meredith. Looking at her, getting to see her, it was nice. As much as I longed to reach out and touch her, to lie with her and feel her rub my back soothingly, I knew we couldn't risk it.

"The hotel seemed like torture, but this?" Meredith complained from her bed "this is hell. I hate sleeping by myself" because nobody at the hospital (save for Cristina, because she always knew everything) knew we were together.

We didn't know what we were doing, and the last thing we needed was people asking questions that we couldn't answer.

This meant, unfortunately, that we were subjected to separate beds in the same room. About three feet separated us, and it was perhaps the largest three feet to ever exist.

They'd wanted to separate us into different rooms, in the beginning, but we'd reasoned with Richard that boredom would kill us far faster than covid.

day 3
addison's POV:

"This sucks" I sighed, reaching forward for the glass of water that sat on the table in front of me. "God, my throat hurts" it really did feel like I had a cold, but as the days went on I only got worse, not better.

Everything ached; I found it hard to sleep considering I was in so much discomfort on top of the fact that I was being subjected to sleeping alone, something else that caused me mild irritation. If I did manage to fall asleep, I would be awake within an hour or two either coughing, or blowing my nose.

It was definitely not the ideal situation. Between blowing my nose and trying to sleep, I barely even had time to do much else. And really, I didn't even feel like it.

"I think I wiped off a bit of skin the last time I blew my nose" Meredith sighed, tossing a tissue into the small trash bin between our beds.

Meredith had been in the same state as I; exhausted and lethargic. She napped as often as I did, if not more, and woke up with the same problems that ailed me. We complained, chatted lightly, and joked around in between naps and snot. Not exactly romantic, but somehow, I wouldn't have changed a thing.

She was with me, which meant even though it felt like my brains were being expelled through my nose, everything would be okay.

"Remember our spitting contest, back in the hotel?" Meredith suddenly asked me, throwing her empty box of tissues to the side before reaching for one of the many fresh ones we kept stocked on our bedside tables.