The Love That We Deserve

Hold Me Close

Season16x20

"I understand that the internet is forever. I'm not oblivious to that. I am just asking that we take down as much as we can." I pace up and down the jet trying to fix anything that happened to tio as fast as I possibly can.

"Amor." Owen tries to coax me to sit down. I dismissively wave my hand at him.

"Andrea we have that one guy and his band of misfit hackers. He can help you I don't expect you to handle all of this on your own." I rub my hand over my face aggressively. The possibility that I just smudged my liner and mascara is very likely. "I don't care how much Andrea!"

"Bella." Owen warns

"Sorry." I scrunch down to the floor wiping my tears. "Andrea. I'm sorry I didn't mean to yell." I hit my head against the wall. "Give them whatever they need or whatever they want to get this to happen please?" I nod my head as she assured me that she will get it done. "Thank you my sweet. I'm sorry again."

Owen walks up to me and picks me up. "We will get through this." He whispered as we make our way to the couch.

"I know." I wrap my arms around him. "I am so scared."

"Me too."

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"We've got a 65-year-old male suffering from memory lapses, tremors, depression and mood swings, and erratic behavior. Yes, I am talking about Richard Webber, but today, he is not the Richard Webber you know and love. He is our number-one patient." I look down at my lap as Bailey continues. "Two days ago, he suffered a public... episode at a medical conference. Patient's history includes an appendectomy, a hip replacement, surgery for a brain tumor pressing on his optic nerve.

"He was also electrocuted several years ago, which led to surgery for a pancreatic pseudocyst." I added in.

"Let's review what we have so far. This is a list of possible diagnoses. Some, we have already ruled out. This, we still need to. Meredith."

"Uh, we'll run all the labs. We'll do the blood cultures, vitamin levels, check the thyroid function, and we'll check the urine for heavy metals."

"Mm-hmm."

"Prepare yourselves. He's not himself." Maggie warns everyone.

"We saw the video." Helm speaks up.

"If I hear anyone of you talk about that video again I'll carve out your hearts with a rusted scalpel and force feed it to you. Understood?" They nod their heads. "Spread the word."
I glare at them. I know that was a bit much but I have not slept for fifty six hours, my tio's career is disintegrating before us and I am trying to prevent that.

Bailey squeezes my arm. "Unless you get called in for something emergent, this is your job today." Koracick raises his hand. "Yes?"

"Uh... hi, Dr. Bailey. Hi. Tom Koracick, neuro. I know we don't want to think it, but have we ruled out, uh, dementia?"

"No, we have not." Maggie speaks up.

"Get a PET scan, throw in a beta-amyloid tracer, and look for Alzheimer's."

"It's not Alzheimer's." Mer and I say together.