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𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞/𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧
ꜱᴏɴɢ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ
𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐦 - 𝐞𝐝𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐧
In the hospital, we see addiction every day.
The night before her shift, Mallory Shepherd quietly stormed into Meredith Grey's house, making sure that Meredith didn't hear her. She walked into the bedroom where Izzie Stevens and George O'Malley were talking, and when Izzie saw Mallory, she jumped instantly.
She held her hand on her chest as she asked. "What are you doing here, Mallory?"
"You don't get to talk to me that way," Mallory told her, her arms crossed against her chest. "Not when you've continued to have an affair with my friend's husband."
"Mal—"
"No, George, I didn't come here to talk about this," Mallory snapped at him. "I came here to tell you that you have to tell Callie. Otherwise, I'll have no choice but to tell her myself."
George looked hurt by her words, but it soon turned to anger as he retorted. "Hey, that's not fair. I kept your secret—"
"And I've already kept yours longer than I should've," Mallory insisted, her eyes narrowed, knowing that this was something that she had to do. "I already went to Los Angeles to clear my guilt, and it didn't work."
Izzie attempted to convince her next. "Mallory—"
"Again, don't talk. If you wanted me to listen to you, you could've told her yourself," Mallory shook her head angrily. "If you wanna be a couple, fine—"
"Exactly—"
Mallory then pointed her finger at his chest, and for the first time in the course of their friendship, George looked intimidated as she scoffed. "But you have to man up, O'Malley. You have until the end of the week."
She shut the door to the bedroom, giving her two friends one last look before she walked outside. When Mallory Shepherd got outside to her car, the stress of keeping their secret hit her hard, and she wondered why she was even doing it anymore.
As Mallory pulled into her apartment complex and parked her car. She sat there for a moment before she reached under the seat where an emergency pack of cigarettes and a lighter were. And she lit one for the first time in years, knowing if anyone saw her they'd freak, never expecting it, but she needed it more than ever.
It's shocking how many kinds of addiction exist.
It would be too easy if it were just drugs and booze and cigarettes.
