Chapter 2

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"There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are the messengers of overwhelming grief, of deep contrition, and of unspeakable love." - Washington Irving

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Maya felt like the walls were collapsing around her. In all her excitement of her wife waking up, she failed to prepare herself for any potential complications.

Miranda reached for the blonde who looked like she was on the verge of collapsing, so she pulled her into her body and guided her out of the room despite the resistance of the blonde. "I've got you." Bailey whispered.

Once outside the room, Bailey pulled a chair out from behind the nurses station and sat the blonde on it. She then pulled out her phone and sent off a text to the one person that's she thought could help. After that, they waited in silence until Dr Shepard finished her check up.

The sound of the door opening broke the silence. Maya jumped up and rushed over to the neuro surgeon. "What's happening?" Maya asked, trying not to panic just yet.

"I'm hoping it's just retrograde amnesia," Amelia began to explain but Maya didn't let her finish.

"You hope?" Maya wasn't in the mood for a guess.

"There no medical way to know for sure," Amelia spoke calmly to the blonde. She has dealt with enough family members to not take anything too personally. "She wasn't conscious enough for me to do a proper neurological observation. I'll try again when she wakes up." Amelia watched as the Maya anxiously twiddled with the wedding band's around her finger.

"So what do we do now?" Maya asked, impatiently.

"We," Amelia pointed between herself and the chief, "Go check on our other patients. You, need to head home and rest."

"I'm not leaving her."

"This isn't up for debate, Maya." Miranda decided to step in. She understood that the blonde was hurting right now but she had to do what was best for her patient. "You're not in the right state of mind, Maya. You haven't sleep since the accident, you're exhausted. Go home." Miranda instructed. She didn't want to have the blonde escorted off the premises but she would if she had to.

"I can't leave her, Bailey." Maya argued. "I don't want her to be alone."

"She won't be." Amelia spoke softly. "As soon as she wakes up, you will be the first person we call. I promise." Amelia could feel the anxiety radiating off of the blonde.

"Fine." The blonde sighed. She knew this was a fight she would not win.

The two surgeons watched as Maya walked away and Amelia couldn't stop the wave of guilt that flooded her stomach at the sight. She began to second guess every decision she made in the OR, wondering if somehow she had somehow caused this.

"This isn't your fault," Bailey spoke, suddenly. "Don't blame yourself, Shepard." The shorter women turned to face the tall brunette. "She'll be fine. They both will."

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"I didn't know you were religious." Maya heard a voice from behind her.

She couldn't bring herself to leave the hospital so she headed to the chapel to light a candle for her brother in law. This is where she had been for the last hour or so.

"I'm not." Maya said to her best friend. "How did you find me?" She wiped her eyes, hoping to wipe away any evidence of tears.

"Bailey asked me to come." Andy sat down next to her on one of the pews. "Thought you might like some company."

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