𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙸𝙲𝙸𝚃 𝙰𝙵𝙵𝙰𝙸𝚁𝚂 - 𝙶𝚁𝙴𝚈'𝚂 𝙰𝙽𝙰𝚃𝙾𝙼𝚈

7

S1 E4

Angie was beginning to think she was stuck in a time loop with the way her morning had started.

Meredith was in her room dealing with her issues again, Izzie wasn't wearing pants again, George was in the shower complaining again, and since George was too much of a child to pick them up at the grocery store, tampons were still the household-wide issue. Well, household-wide except for Angie. She glanced at the box of tampons she kept on her dresser and thanked every bit of self-preservation she had been raised with as Izzie tore into George for his immaturity.

The loud arguing down the hall made Angie's head throb, and she winced softly. She woke up with her head aching as a result of crying all night after her father had delivered the lethal blow that Liz Fallon had only returned to Seattle Grace in search of palliative care, and had been placed with Cristina Yang of all people. Angie folded her lips in, fighting the urge to break down crying for the millionth time as she slipped a bottle of Tylenol into her bag.

She had been losing herself to the same cycle all night. She would cry and cry like never before, stewing in memories of Liz helping her with homework and showing her the differences in suture materials. Then she would force herself to calm down and breathe and try to get something, anything done like a functional adult. Then she would do anything medical related, and the memories would start again, and the cycle would continue all over again, forcing Angie to deal with the fact that Elizabeth Fallon was dying, and there was nothing she could do to stop it.

The reminder sent another wave of agony tumbling through her gut, and Angie clutched her turning stomach, desperately praying that the lump in her throat would vanish. A few stray tears escaped, and Angie was quick to wipe them away, taking in deep, quiet breaths.

She couldn't break down.

She had to work.

She had a career to build.

Liz was going to pass away expecting her to build a career like no other.

She had to make Liz proud, for however long she was still here.

Angie sniffled softly, shaking herself lightly and making sure she had everything just as Izzie came barging into her room, still in her Hello Kitty panties and a pink tank top.

Angie jumped at the sudden intrusion, turning to gape at Izzie like she had grown an extra head. "We don't knock anymore?" Angie scoffed incredulously, but Izzie seemed to be barely listening.

"You need to start sharing your crap," Izzie spat. Angie blinked for a moment, then huffed in disbelief, shaking her head.

"Look, Izzie, I don't have time for this right now. We can talk later. When you're fully clothed." Angie glanced at the minimal coverage pajamas, then moved to step around Izzie when the blonde stepped in front of her again.

"It's not fair that you can just keep everything in your room while Mer and I have to deal with George and his tantrums," Izzie continued, arms folded in front of her. "It's honestly kind of selfish."

Angie couldn't help the slow blink she gave, completely and utterly bewildered by the situation she was currently stuck in. "It's...'unfair' and 'selfish' of me to keep the things I bought with my money for my personal use in my room that I'm paying for? That's unfair and selfish?" Angie asked carefully, still watching Izzie as if she were some mythical, delusional creature.

"Yes!" Izzie insisted furiously. "We're all living here, and we all need to contribute equally–"

"And I do contribute," Angie snapped. "For the shared items in this house that I actually use. I eat the groceries, so I'll buy the groceries when it's my turn. I use the laundry detergent, so I'll buy the laundry detergent when it's my turn. It is not a crime if I, a grown ass woman, make the conscious decision to buy my own tampons so I don't have to deal with splitting a box three ways. I will lend you something if you need it, but I am not obligated to share any and everything I own."