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𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝, 𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐭
ꜱᴏɴɢ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ
𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 - 𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐬
It's a look patients get in their eyes. There is a scent. The smell of death.
Some kind of sixth sense. When the great beyond is headed for you, you feel it coming.
What's the one thing you've always dreamed of doing before you die?
When Alex Karev woke up in the morning before his shift at the hospital, he was surprised to find that Mallory Shepherd was still asleep in the bed next to him. He got up and started a pot of coffee, seeing that there was still an hour until their shift.
He walked back into the bedroom, expecting her to be awake but she still laid sprawled out across the bed. He shook her as he said. "Mal? What're you doing still sleeping? Aren't you the one who rambles about the early bird—"
"Screw the birds and screw the worms," she grumbled as she put her face into the pillow. "Let me sleep."
"You can't just stay in bed all morning," Alex pointed out as he tried to take off the blanket. "In case you forgot, we're interns. We don't get that kind of luxury around here."
"Didn't you hear me?" Mallory repeated with a groan. "I'm not going, I don't want to."
She turned over on her side, trying to cover her ears with the pillow. Alex rolled his eyes and told her sternly. "Come on, that's how you lose your job. You can't just decide not to go because you don't want to. Just get out of bed, Mal, come on."
"Let me sleep, please?"
"I would if I could, honest," Alex shrugged his shoulders with a smile. "I already made coffee if it makes anything better."
Mallory groaned loudly as she narrowed her eyes in his direction. "You're not going to let this go, are you?"
"Not in a million years."
She managed to drag herself out of her bed and followed Alex into the kitchen where he poured them both a cup of coffee. As she stirred in some sugar she mentioned. "Do you think Richard would mind if I took a sick day? I could tell him—"
"But you're not sick," Alex insisted in a flat tone. "Honestly, I think if you went to work, it'd make you feel better."
"Maybe."
Alex turned and furrowed his brows as he questioned. "Okay, what's wrong? And don't even start with there's nothing wrong, because you've been in this mood for a couple of days now. Did something happen?"
