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𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐟𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬
ꜱᴏɴɢ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ
𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐨𝐧 - 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭
For most people, the hospital is a scary place.
A hostile place. A place where bad things happen...
Most people would prefer church, or school, or home, but I grew up here.
While my mom was on rounds, I learned to read in the OR gallery, I played in the morgue, and I colored with crayons on old ER charts.
My school, my home. The hospital was my safe place...
My sanctuary. I love it here...
Correction: loved it here.
When Mallory Shepherd woke up in the morning, she had a feeling in her stomach that she couldn't shake. It was an unexplainable feeling, one that made her spend her morning in Carter's nursery, where he played on the floor.
She didn't know why the feeling was there, but assumed it had something to do with the fact that all she could think about was Alex Karev's disinterest in getting married. However, all she could think about was the last time she had a feeling like that was the day of the ferry boat crash.
"You are just the cutest baby in the whole world," Mallory told her son as she laid next to him on the floor. That was until he grabbed her hair. "Ow, Carter, my hair. You have to let go of my hair, please."
All Carter did was babble in response, gripping his tiny hand around Mallory's hair. She stood up from the floor with her son in her arms, trying her best to get the five-month-old baby to let go of her hair.
"Ow, ow, that hurts," Mallory started to complain. "Carter Everett, you let go of my hair."
"What's going on?" Alex asked as he came walking into the room. "Are you okay?"
"No, I am not okay," Mallory narrowed her eyes in response. "Your son has latched himself onto my hair and refuses to let go. A little bit of help would be nice."
"That's not nice, buddy," Alex managed to get him to let go as he chuckled. "Come on, have you been playing with Mom all morning?"
With a shrug of her shoulders, Mallory insisted. "He was up at the crack of dawn. What was I supposed to do?"
