"Where are the others", Abigail asked Amelia.
She hadn't seen Addison and the others from Los Angeles in two days.
"They had to go home. Crisis in the hospital. They wanted to say goodbye", she said as she helped Abigail in her wheelchair, "but it was in the middle of the night."
She understood, yet she had a harder time with it than she'd liked to admit. She'd loved the people there, which made her wonder if she didn't want to transfer to St. Ambrose.
"How are you liking L.A.?" She asked her sister as Amelia wheeled her to the elevator.
"Meh." she shrugged. "It's good, but the weather is so much nicer here." Abigail laughed as Amelia turned her around to face her. "I mean it Abs, it's always sunny. It's sunny every day. It's depressing."
"Do you miss New York?"
Amelia shook her head, but then thought about it again. "I don't really miss it. I miss the place, but I do not miss the people."
Her youngest older sister had a terrible bond with the rest of their sisters. They never took her seriously and that took a toll on their relationship. Abigail on the other hand had a great connection with every one of them, yet she was closest with Derek and Amelia; she admired Amelia.
"What about the people you work with?"
Her sister smiled and cocked her head. "Do you mean a specific person?"
"No", Abigail rolled her eyes, "I'm thinking of the possibility of transferring."
"You are?"
The elevator bell rang, and Amelia rolled her out. They were going for a walk or roll, whatever, in the garden.
It's been eight weeks since her heart transplant. She loved that her family had flown in a couple of times to keep her occupied, but she was so ready to walk longer distances again and finally get back to work.
Yesterday, she'd walked through the garden for the first time, and she'd loved it. It had taken her a great deal of convincing to do it, but eventually she had gotten the green light from Hann.
Today, however, she wasn't feeling her best, so Amelia had offered to go with her and push the wheelchair.
"So, tell me, how are the people?"
"Well, you know Addie, Sam and Naomi. Plus, you've met Charlotte and Violet. Then we have four other men around. They're nice, bit odd, but nice."
She chuckled. "How can you call someone odd? You're one of the most surgery addicted people in the world and instead you're walking around a cripple intern."
"Yeah", Amelia sighed, "what has come from me? I'm hopeless. Maybe I should become a physical therapist or maybe I should go into geriatrics."
The brunette couldn't even take herself seriously and in the middle of the road the two of them broke out in laughter.
"You, and geriatrics? You hate old people!"
"I know! I could never, I'll go back to Neuro." She then turned more serious. "Aren't you interested in Neurosurgery? You'd be great."
Abigail raised her hands and shook her head. "Stop it, you're starting to sound like your older sisters." Which in return received her a well-deserved slap on the back of her head.
"That's offensive!"
"Okay, okay. But I'm more interested in Cardiothoracics."
"Seriously?! The heart patient going into Cardio. How ironic."
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From the Heart
FanfictionAbigail has been living under her brother's shadow her entire life. She is the unknown child of her family, but that's going to change now. As she joins the surgical intern program at Seattle Grace Hospital, she tries to make a name for herself. Sh...
