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𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬
ꜱᴏɴɢ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ
𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 - 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐲
The next night, Mallory Shepherd and Alex Karev were at her apartment, attempting to have some sort of date night. They ordered in takeout for dinner and were playing card games at the table after they ate, but Mallory still felt guilty about George's dad.
She put her cards down on the table as she spoke. "I just feel bad, Alex. I feel bad for George."
"You're still stuck on this?"
"You didn't hear how he talked to me," Mallory claimed, still seeming bothered by the topic. "I mean, I kind of know how it feels to have your dad die. He should hate me."
"Mal, don't blame yourself," Alex told her in a serious tone. "He, his dad, had just died. He didn't mean what he said. Aren't you excited about the possible surgeries tomorrow?"
Mallory shrugged her shoulders, continuing. "I don't know. With my dad, it was always different. I always wonder if he would've been proud, I mean, I'm the only kid that he didn't get a chance to know."
"I'm sure he'd be proud of you," Alex added, almost absolutely sure of it. "You're amazing."
"I don't know, it's kind of made me feel like an outsider to everyone else," Mallory admitted with a shrug. "They talk about him like he was this great man, great dad, a man that everyone would want to know. I don't think about him much at all."
"That's not your fault, it's because—"
"Because I never knew him. I know."
Alex fidgeted with his cards, not liking how depressed she had become since George had yelled at her, and he knew how seriously she took his words. He sighed as he insisted again. "Trust me, everything will be okay, Mal. You need to stop thinking that way."
She sighed as she truthfully told him. "I don't know how else to think about it."
Suddenly, the front door slammed open to reveal Callie Torres. She quickly shut the door behind her and locked it. She walked over to the table and sat down. Which made her two friends share a look of confusion.
"I can't take it anymore."
"Take what anymore?"
"George, he's grieving and I know he's grieving," Callie stressed, slamming her hand down on the table. "But to have this much sex? I don't think it's healthy. It's too much."
Alex scrunched his face in disgust as he replied. "Gross, why would you tell me that?"
"How's he doing other than that?" Mallory asked, ignoring what she said completely. "Is he okay?"
