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Meeting (Amelia Shepherd)

Sorry it's another Amelia one - this is an old draft and her and Arizona are my favs so...

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You had taken another leave of absence from Grey Sloan. After everything, the chief was more than understanding. But it had been almost a year now and you knew, deep down, you had to get yourself together and get back to saving lives.

The trouble was, you couldn't stay sober long enough to even walk to the door in a straight line so there was no way you'd be able to cut into people. Nobody knew that you were an addict and you couldn't tell them.

You couldn't help but think that Cristina had the right idea - she got away when she could. It seemed that your intern class was cursed. Bombs, drowning, buses, planes, fires, cancer, shootings. Your class had it worst.

You knew you should drag yourself to a meeting. Your mother would've normally helped you through your addiction but she wasn't here anymore.

You walked to the meeting because you still had stuff in your system from the night before. You debated turning around. Then you did. Then you turned back around. If you didn't do it today then it would be harder tomorrow.

When you walked in, you pulled your hood up over your head and took a seat. Someone was already talking. Your leg wouldn't stop bouncing. Once they'd finished the group organiser turned to you.

"Hello!" He said, way too cheerfully.

"Hey" you said, quietly and still not looking up.

"Why don't you tell us a bit about why you're here - I don't believe we've met." He said.

"Am I meant to say 'Hi my name's y/n and I'm an addict'? Or can I just say my name? I- Sorry I haven't done this before I- you know- well anyway, my names y/n and I'm an addict so-"

"Hi y/n" they all say.

"So y/n, why now? Why are you only just attending a meeting?" The guy asked.

"It was getting difficult to be in denial and I don't have anyone else who can help me anymore. I need to get back to work - I'm a surgeon - but I can't cut into people when I'm high! I almost didn't come and I'm kinda regretting my decision not to run so-" you said, honestly.

You looked up at the man. Next to him you saw a face you recognised - Amelia Shepherd. She was looking at you with so much empathy. You quickly ducked your head back down before you started crying. You were a bit panicked now, unsure of how you'd explain this to her - you were friends but only via Meredith. You hadn't spoke to her without Meredith being around.

"How long do you think you've been addicted?" He asked.

You shrugged. You knew the answer. It would've been your teenage years when you and your friends would show up high to your classes. One time, you all mixed any of the liquids you could find in the science cupboards trying to create a "super acid". The school had to be evacuated and one of your friends went to hospital for a chemical burn on her hand.

"Dunno" you answered his question.

"This only works if you're honest y/n" he reminded you, still kindly.

"14" you mumbled, so quietly he could barely hear.

"And what do you think caused that?" He asked.

"Dad died" you told him. It was probably that and a combination of other factors like depression. You didn't want to go into detail though.

"What's the longest you've been clean for?"

You thought about it. Med school.

"3 years-ish" you said.