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Safe (Amelia)

I stumble into the ER of Grey Sloan Memorial Hospital, trying not to wince as I walk.

I reach the desk and cling onto it for support. 'Hi there!' A chirpy voice greets me. I whip my head around and see a brunette standing in front of me. 'Uhm, hi. Is there any chance I can sit down, or get a glass of water?' I say weakly. 'Of course. You can sit down on one of those beds and I'll be over in a minute.' She points at the empty beds. I push myself onto the bed and my jumper lifts up, revealing the bruises covering my stomach. I quickly pull it back down and sit up on the bed.

'I'm Dr. Shepherd. I just need a few details really quickly.' She begins asking questions which I answer as fast as possible.
'Your name?'

'Y/n L/n.'

'Age?'

'13.'

'And why are you here today?'

'I just wanted a glass of water...' I trail off. My phone buzzes in my pocket and I take it out to check who it is.

Mom:
Where are you? Come home now, or your punishment is going to be a lot worse than it was yesterday.

I gulp and pocket my phone. 'Everything okay?' Dr. Shepherd asks. 'Fine.' I fake a smile. 'Okay, I'll get you that water now.' She smiles back and leaves me alone.

When she's gone, I close the curtains and pull my jumper up. The bruises are yellow and brown and purple. It looks more like a dirty art palette than my stomach. I push into one of the newer ones and cry out in pain.

Before I can pull my jumper back down, Dr. Shepherd is back with a glass of water, and whipping the curtain open. 'Okay, Y/n-' She stops when she sees the bruises. 'Y/n,' She says. 'Thank you for the water, Dr. Shepherd. Can I go now?' I begin to stand up. 'No, Y/n. I'm sorry, but I need to check out these bruises first. Can you lift your top up?' She asks while drawing the curtains closed again. I lift my top up gingerly and close my eyes as she examines the bruises. 'Y/n, I'm going to press on your stomach now. Tell me if you feel anything.' She presses down and I cry out. She steps away. 'Page Grey.' She says to someone behind the curtain.

'Y/n, I'm going to take you up to CT now. I'm worried about your bruises, they could indicate internal bleeding.' Dr. Shepherd explains. 'Okay... How much will this cost?' I ask. 'You don't need to worry about that. Is there anyone we can call for you?' I pretend to think for a minute, but I already know my answer. 'My dad. Here's his number.' I write it down on a piece of paper.

Ive had my dads phone number memorised since I was old enough to know which numbers meant what. I was 10 when he died, but my mom still pays the phone bill.

'Y/n, your father didn't answer. Can we try your mom?' I shake my head before Dr. Shepherd can finish. 'Doesn't have a phone. Schizophrenic.' I make up. 'Alright. Well CT is ready, and we can try your dad again while you're up there.'

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'I don't like it in here!' I call out. The CT scanner makes me feel trapped. 'It's like a really crappy rocket ship.' I hear a button click and Dr. Shepherds laugh. 'Nearly done, Y/n.' When she thinks the microphone is off, she continues to another person in the room. 'I'm worried, Mer. Her dad didn't respond, she's lying about her mom, and her bruises. We have to call CPS.' I feel myself tense up. 'No! You can't, Dr. Shepherd please.' I cry out. 'Y/n calm down. I'm getting you out of there now.'

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I'm wheeled to a patient room by a nurse. Dr. Shepherd is gone, and I don't know where.

'Y/n, we need to talk and you need to be honest.' Dr. Shepherd demands when she comes in. 'You don't have any internal injuries - thank god - but those bruises are worrying, and you lied to me about your mom. What's going on?' I gulp but don't say anything. 'Y/n, you can tell me. You won't get in trouble.' She says a little more gently.

'My dad is dead. He's been dead three years. My moms an alcoholic and she did this to me. But you can't tell anyone, please. She's a good mom, I promise.' I plead. 'Y/n, legally I have to report this.' Dr. Shepherd sits on the edge of my bed. 'No!' I cry, tears welling in my eyes. 'No! Please don't! You can't! Doctor-Patient Confidentiality. It's the law.' I know I'm wrong, that she has to report child abuse to the authorities.

But it's not child abuse. I was in my moms way when she pushed me down the stairs. She's been busy with her new job at the diner. I could have gotten myself to the shop and back.

'Y/n, I'm so sorry. But I promise you're safe now.' My phone buzzes again and a pit of dread fills my stomach.

Mom:
If you're not home in ten minutes I'm locking you in the cupboard for the weekend.

Panic overtakes me and I struggle to breath, but I look up and Dr. Shepherd is looking at me with some sort of hope in her eyes. Glancing back down at the message, I sigh and give in. 'Here's her number, these are the messages she's sent me. Those can be used as evidence in a case, right?' I ask, handing her my phone. 'I don't know, but this is helpful. You are going to be okay, Y/n.' I check the time and it's 9:24 PM. I yawn, drained from the hospital and not sleeping the past three nights. 'Can I sleep here tonight?' I almost forget where I am. Dr. Shepherd laughs. 'Of course! I'll come see you in the morning. Sleep well!' She calls before closing my door. I drift off, knowing I'm safe.

a/n: sorry this is so bad i wrote it in like thirty minutes but i'm in such an amelia era rn