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TRIGGER WARNING: Mentions of drugs, addiction, and ODing
*Amelias POV*

Day 1

'Hi, I'm Amelia, and I'm addicted to Oxy.' I say. Everyone greets me. The room is large but they have us all in the center. 'And how long have you been battling this addiction, Amelia?' The leader of the group says. I didn't get his name, I didn't want to get his name. I just want to get my 60 days done so that I can get back to work. 'On and off since I was a teen. Not my first rodeo.' I laugh, but the room stays silent. 'Why did you come here today?' I hesitate. 'My friend, Y/n told me I needed to. She's also my boss so she said I would be fired if I didn't get help.' I don't mention that the only reason she found out was because I nearly overdose in my room in the apartment we share a few nights ago, and she found me. 'We wish you the best, Amelia.' And they move on to the next person. I greet them, but I zone out just afterwards. I need to get through the next 60 days. I can do that, right?

Day 10

It's my tenth day of being sober. I'm going to meetings every day. Y/n's spending all her time at the hospital so I only see her every few days, and we don't speak. She looks at me with worry screaming in her eyes, and I just nod to tell her I'm okay.

Sometimes I go out for drives, to the shop or just for a walk. A way to get out of the house. It's too empty. If Y/n was there it would be better. Just her presence was comforting in a way.

Day 30

I'm halfway there today. I'm sitting at the back of the meeting as everyone leaves. Our leader, James, sits down next to me. 'Why did you come here, Amelia? You can tell me.' He adds when I look confused. 'I've been addicted since I was a teenager. There was so much pressure on me, the youngest child in a family full of surgeons. I was so ahead of my class that I would skip most days, and pass all my tests. Then someone gave me a bag in return for homework. I tried it, I didn't know what would happen. Suddenly I was falling behind in all my classes and unable to function everyday. My brother stopped me. Derek. He took all my money and hid it from me. He made sure I was in class doing work. I was okay for a while. I relapsed a few times, but I always got back on the wagon. I was told I was weak, but I know it makes me stronger. Then after a while of being sober, two or three years at least, Derek died. I got through maybe 8 months without showing any emotion, or showing how I felt. But one day, I snapped. I bought a bag and nearly overdosed in my room. I havé 30 days before I can go back to work, completely normal.'

y/n's POV
Day 45

There's a knock at my door. 'Chief?' I hear a voice. 'Come in.' I say, not looking up from my paperwork. 'Hi. I- I havé this. I know it's not time yet. I just wanted you to know I'm trying, at least. I'm doing my best.' I look at Amelia, and then at the chip she slid across the desk. 30 days. 'This was two weeks ago.' I push it back to her. 'I know. I've been trying to find you at home, but you're never there.' There's silence. 'I used to buy massive bags, and pour them out and do it all at the same time. Now, instead I've been pouring my heart out to a stranger.' I shake my head. 'Amelia, I can't hire you back yet. I'm sorry. As a friend I am so proud, and I'm so glad you're sticking with it. But legally I am not allowed to let you work on a patient until you are 60 days sober.' There's silence, where I expect her to leave. She doesn't. 'What, that's all? Y/n, you haven't spoken to me in weeks, and all you can say is "Sorry, but no."? What kind of a sentence is that?' I stand up and take out a sheet of paper from my drawers. 'This is what my therapist told me to say to you. You might not have noticed, but I found you. I saw you, white as a ghost on the floor of you bathroom. I checked your weak pulse. I made sure they brought you to Seattle Presbyterian and not here, so nobody would find out. I was advised to avoid talking to you because it could have "Triggered" me. Amelia if you had died that night, with me in the house watching a goddamn movie-' I stop for a minute. 'I wouldn't have been able to live with the guilt.' I let a tear form in my eye. 'Y-You? God, Y/n. This is about me! This isn't about you! My brother died. I have been in AA for over a month without talking to my best friend. But it must have been so traumatic for you. Did you even notice when Derek died? Because you weren't at the funeral. You were too busy hiring THE BITCH THAT KILLED HIM! You are such a self-centred, egotistical asshole that you think Derek's death was about you! I wish it had been you that died. Instead of Lexie, instead of the people at the shooting. Then maybe something would have finally been about you for once. Fuck you, Y/n.' Her words sting and by the time she's finished I'm crying. 'Amelia- AMELIA WAIT!' I sob as she slams the door shut.

Amelia's POV
Day 50

Shit. I have ten days to go, and instead of making amends I ruined it more. I called Y/n and egotistical asshole. I made her feel awful for missing Derek's funeral. I've decided that I'm going to apologise. I'm sitting on the couch at 2 AM when she finally comes home. 'I'm sorry.' I say. 'I didn't mean any of it. I was mad, and when Im mad my words are arrows and you were just a target. I'm so sorry. Please forgive me, I love you. I cant lose you too.' She stands there waiting until I'm done. 'I understand. I forgive you. You have ten days left. I'll be here until the end of the line. I will support you and help you and hopefully getting back to work will help as well. I just need you to try.' She says. 'I am. This is me trying.'