𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 ellie sloan reunites with her older brother when her hospital merges with his
jackson avery x ellie sloan (oc)
season six ━ season seventeen
grey's anatomy
started: 1/11/22
republished: 6/5/23
finished:
spanish translation: @aliciame...
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chapter fifty-one ━ in loving memory ( original chapter )
❝It's Mark. He somehow knew everything. Just not at the right time.❞
ELLIE STEPPED OFF the elevator, a bundle of envelopes clutched tightly in her hands. "Sloan?" She looked behind her and saw Owen walking toward her. "I thought you had the day off. Why aren't you at home?"
She nodded. "Yeah, I—I do," she replied, holding out the top envelope to him. "I'm not here for work. I figured I'd just hand deliver these; save some money on stamps."
"What is it?" Owen asked her, opening the envelope.
"The date of Mark's funeral," she replied quietly and he looked up. She pressed her lips together and cleared her throat. "I finally got it somewhat situated, so... I hope you can make it."
Owen nodded. "Of course. I'll be there."
She let out a breath and nodded to herself. She continued down the hallway toward the conference room, passing several nurses on the way, and handed them all envelopes. "Though, if you don't want to come, I completely understand. Especially with Mark being the 'hospital whore' and all."
"He grew on us. We'll try and make it."
"Great. And—um—have you seen Dr. Torres and Dr. Shepherd? Oh, and Dr. Webber, by chance?" she asked.
"No, but I can page them if you'd like?"
Ellie nodded. "Yeah, that'd be great, actually," she replied. "Just to the conference room, please. Thank you."
She continued in the direction of the conference room when she was suddenly cornered by her friends and April hugged her tightly. "Ellie!" she exclaimed.
Ellie patted her on the head. "I can't breathe, Apes," she said in a strained voice and April immediately let go of the blonde.
"Oh, sorry," she replied. "What are you doing here? Jackson said you had the day off. So did Hunt."
Jackson nodded. "Which means that you should be at home," he said and Ellie looked at him. "Sleeping, or trying to make new iced coffees."
"I was at home," she defended with a small frown before pulling out three more envelopes. "But I still have stuff to do. Here." She held out the envelopes. "Mark's funeral—this Saturday. I hope you all can come." She cleared her throat. "I have a meeting. I'll see you later."
April, Meredith, and Alex all looked at Jackson as Ellie walked away from them. "You didn't mention that," the redhead said.
Jackson sighed. "I've been trying to keep her mind off of it," he replied. "She hasn't slept well while planning it all. And every time there's a small possibility that something could go wrong, she freaks out."
