Part 15

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Meredith should have been discharged three hours ago. The problem was that she wouldn't wake up. He tried talking to her, shaking her lightly and even tickling her but all she did was turn around and continuing to sleep.

"Her stats are steady, she's breathing even and her heart rate is in the 70s. That's good, maybe we should just let her sleep." Bailey said as her, Maggie, Andrew and Amelia were standing in the patient room, observing a snoring Meredith.

"So, we're just going back to work then?" Amelia asked no one particular.

Half an hour later, after checking on his patients, Andrew went to check on his girlfriend, but she still hadn't woken up. "Mer?" he tried again, carefully stroking her cheek. And finally, she begun to stir and slowly opened her eyes, adjusting to the bright light.

"Hey." He said happily, looking down at her sleepy face. But something was off. "What's wrong?" he asked as she suddenly sat up. "Th-throw up." She breathed, clutching her stomach, shaking slightly. He quickly grabbed the garbage bin from next to the bed and shove it into her arms as she started to throw up into it. She was now shivering even more as she rubbed her temples with her fingers while he stood up to bring the bin into the bathroom before sitting back down next to her.

"Migraine?" he asked, handing her a glass of water from her nightstand. "Yeah." She whispered, taking a few sips before giving the glass back to him. "Do you want to stay here a little longer or go home?" he asked quietly as if not to make her headache even worse. "Home." She replied.

"Are you feeling a little better then yesterday?" he asked, making her look up at him in disbelieve. "I meant the asthma Mer." He clarified but not able to hide his smile at her expression. "It's better I guess." She whispered, trying to get up now. "I'll get the discharge papers. If you get dizzy please sit down again if you faint we're not going anywhere." He smirked making her glare at him before she sat back down.

After Meredith got sick twice on their ride home they finally arrived. "Bed or couch?" Andrew asked, steading her as she leaned on him while walking in through the front door. "Bed." She replied tiredly. After tucking her in he grabbed a bucket from the bathroom and filled it with a splash of water before placing it next to her bedside in case she would get sick again.

Suddenly his pager went off, saying '911'. "Mer, Bailey's paging me 911 I gotta go, will you be fine on your own for a few hours?" he asked, receiving an adorable smile from the woman beneath the millions of pillows and blankets. "Sure." She said before he bent down and placed a kiss on her cheek. "I'll be back as soon as possible, try to get some sleep." He said, kissing her one last time before quickly putting his shoes back on, jumping into the car and hurrying back to the hospital.

In the evening Andrew still hadn't returned and somehow Meredith started to feel really unwell. Her migraine was getting a little better but she was now feeling sick, like if she had a cold or the flu. She tried to get some sleep but stayed in some semi-awake state until she felt a pair of arms around her and a warm body against her back, making her feel a little better.

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She woke up in the middle of the night feeling even worse than she had in the evening. She was sure she had a fever, her throat was sore and she felt that burning ache in her chest, making her cough a few times. 'Oh no, please no.' she thought, slowly entangling herself from the covers and standing up, getting a little dizzy. She made her way through the hallway and into the kitchen, opening a drawer and pulling out every single rapid test she could find. She sat down at the kitchen table and did test number one. It was positive. 'Okay, that could mean nothing, it's probably false' she thought, so she opened another one, repeating the procedure. Also, positive. 'No this can't be true!' she started to panic now, as she opened another test and another one. All, positive. She had to do eight tests until she finally accepted the fact that she had covid. Again.

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