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𝐧𝐨𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲
ꜱᴏɴɢ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ
𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬 - 𝐞𝐝𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐧
The next morning, all of the residents were gathered in Izzie Stevens's room. However, Mallory Shepherd was holed up in the bathroom, throwing up everything she had for breakfast after the smell of the chicken had set her off.
In one of the chairs, Alex Karev sat next to Louis Carmichael and George O'Malley, but his eyes stayed on the bathroom door. Even though his fiancée insisted everything was okay, he was believing it less and less each time he saw her.
Remember when we were little, and we would accidentally bite a kid on the playground?
"Is she still throwing up?" George questioned with furrowed brows. "Are you sure that she isn't sick?"
Lexie Grey continued to stuff chicken into her mouth as she lied. "I think she's great, she couldn't be better."
"Maybe it's the chicken," Izzie theorized with a shake of her head, inspecting the chicken herself with a toothpick. "If the smell of it is sending Mallory to the bathroom sick, maybe we shouldn't serve it."
"I don't know," Alex shrugged his shoulders as he took another bite. "I think it's good chicken."
When Mallory came out of the bathroom, she had her eyes narrowed as she claimed. "The bathroom is not soundproof unless all of you forgot. And I'm not sick, George, it's a little vomit. You're a doctor, get over it."
Izzie raised a brow as she assumed. "It was the chicken, wasn't it?"
"No, the chicken was great, Izzie," Mallory attempted to insist, even though Izzie didn't believe her in the slightest. "You picked well. I have no complaints. Trust me."
"Then you might be sick, Mal," Alex suggested, which made his fiancée narrow her eyes. "You've been saying it's nothing for a week now. If you're feeling sick—"
"I'm fine," Mallory was quick to interrupt. "That's the end of it."
All Alex could do was sigh, deciding not to argue about it in front of their friends, especially with how insistent his fiancée had become over the past week. However, Louis didn't believe her deflection.
"Fine enough to throw up off of good chicken?" Louis asked next, which made Alex give him a thankful smile. "Maybe you should go down to the clinic and get checked out—"
"I will hit you harder than I ever have before if you don't shut up," Mallory interrupted with a raised fist. "Test me, Carmichael."
"Okay, and you're moody," Louis raised his hands in defense. "I forgot that being sick was a tough subject for you."
