TRIGGER WARNING: mentions of bomb/bombing, seeing as it follows the events of the series.
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It's the end of the world, or so they say, But together we'll face it, come what may. With hope in our hears, we'll find a way through, For in unity and resilience, we'll make out dreams come true.
Amory Madden had been struggling with social anxiety since she could remember. Usually, her meds and the experience she had collected over the years were enough to keep it in check, it had never been extreme. However, there were always days in which she felt too anxious. This was one of them.
As she was getting ready, after a panic attack, Izzie and George entered her room. "Amy, something's wrong with Meredith, we need your help." The former model said and left. After a good morning kiss, the couple followed her to Meredith's room.
"I'm just not going." The owner of the house was telling Izzie as they entered the room.
"you have to work. You're an intern, saving lives is not optional." The taller blonde argued.
"Yes it is, I'm staying home." Amory tilted her head at the girl's answer.
"um, Mer, maybe there'll be a horrible accident nearby the hospital and you can cut a bunch of people open. Sternotomies, craniotomies... that's fun, right?" The boy encouraged Amory elbowing him.
"George!"
"I don't care about surgeries." Meredith buried her head in a pillow.
"Okay, Mer, what is it?" At the girl's lack of a response, Amory sat by her and stroked her hair lightly. "Honestly, I woke up with a feeling today... like something bad might happen. It's probably just le being really anxious, though." She shared, hoping it would make Meredith open up.
"That's it! I have a feeling." Meredith managed to put her emotions into words.
After Cristina was called, she entered the room, shooting Amory, who was still holding the dirty blonde, a questioning glare.
At that, the smaller girl shrugs. "She says she has a feeling."
"You have a... feeling?" Cristina asked, trying to empathize.
"Yes," Meredith answered.
"Okay, what kind of feeling?" The curly-haired woman insisted.
"Like I might die..." The dirty blonde whispered.
"Today, tomorrow, in fifty years? We're all gonna die eventually! Now we're late." Cristina complained, still standing up, as the shorter girl kept running her fingers through dirty blonde locks.
"I mean, I feel like I might die too, but I'm still going to work. Come on, Mer, we're interns, we don't get to stay home." Amory nudged her friend as if urging her to get up. "What is it?"
