B for Babies

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Shaky on her feet, nausea setting in like an unstoppable force. Meredith barely made it into the bathroom stall before she was staring down at her dinner in the toilet bowl. She wiped the excess bile with the back of her hand, feeling like hell as she closed her eyes and sunk to the cold tiled floor. She could hear squeals of high heeled shoes walking into the staff bathrooms, and she tried her best to compose herself as she stood, shaking as this happened without ease. Her head throbbed as she wiped herself off with toilet tissue, and flushed down any evidence of her puking.

They always said that being a doctor wasn't glamorous, your hair was a mess before your first hour has passed, you're covered in shit and puke and sometimes blood, but 99% of the time it's not yours. Meredith wiped her eyes on the collar of her coat, before walking out to the sinks, fake smile on her face. It was Arizona who was busy fixing her hair in the mirrors, it had to be Dr Smileyface Robbins, of course it did. Meredith offered her a small composed smile as she washed her hands in silence. The cold water ran over her fingers and she was rubbing the soapy bubbles over them as if she was scrubbing into a surgery, rather than trying to rid herself of the memory.

Arizona said something but Meredith couldn't even hear her, she couldn't hear anything as her vision became blurred until she saw nothing at all. Maybe she remembers Robbins calling out, but maybe that's just something she made up in her head.

"Alex." She whispered when she finally opened her eyes, she was atop of a hospital bed, feeling groggy as an IV met her vision, she didn't need to be attached to fluids, she didn't need any help, she just needed to be back on her feet, tending to her patients.

"The father is Alex?" Arizona asked her, talking about the pregnancy that Meredith hadn't mentioned. If she had a dollar for how many colleagues she's caught pregnant, she'd probably be swimming in cash by now. That's what she's thinking as she stood beside Dr Grey's bed. Meredith simply shook her head. "What are you talking about? Alex isn't a father, that's absurd. I want to talk to Alex." She told her, feeling like nobody could hear her when she was speaking, like maybe she was talking in a language that nobody understood.

Alex would normally ignore a page while he was scheduled for surgery, it wasn't the best thing to admit but it was the truth. He hadn't scrubbed in yet, which was why he had raced to almost the exact opposite end of the hospital, passing many of his peers, Jo included as he ran down the halls to the room Meredith was in. He took a few moments to collect his thoughts and catch his shaky breath. Arizona stepped out of the room, giving them privacy as she tried to figure out what scandals were going to come from this.

Meredith's face lit up into a smile as she finally saw somebody with a sane mind, somebody who would listen to her when she spoke. She sat up, and watched as he came closer. "Finally somebody that can get me out of here." She said in relief as her friend came closer. Alex shook his head, and let out a silent chuckle under his breath. He had just ran across the hospital for this woman, and had no idea why. He picked up the chart Arizona had pinned to the end of her bed. He scanned over the writing, and looked across at Meredith, who was frowning at him, obviously upset that he wasn't helping her out of her bed.

"You're pregnant?" He asked her, feeling his protective instincts taking over yet again. He knew she wasn't ready to move on, or at least not ready for this kind of commitment to someone who wasn't her husband. She was ready to start dating, not having a baby for goodness sake! He was going to kill whoever put her in this situation, knowing Meredith wasn't Cristina, she probably wouldn't abort no matter how difficult it made her life. She was stubborn like that, always wanting to take on challenges, even when they seemed impossible.

Meredith squeezed the bridge of her nose in frustration, knowing the inevitable had to come out eventually. "I didn't know, I suspected but I had time to ignore it, but apparently this baby didn't want to give me that option." She said to him, feeling a little annoyed with her own body. She was just a little nauseous, she didn't need to be in a hospital bed, she was fine.

Alex let out a sigh and sat himself down beside her on the bed. "Who did this? It wasn't that first date guy was it?" He questioned, remembering how angry he had been when that went down. He didn't want to have to give that jerk a piece of his mind again.

Meredith shook her head. "I am not telling you who. That's not important, what's important is that I need to do something about this." She told him, resting her head down against his shoulder.

He placed a hand over hers against her chest. A sigh escaped his lips as he was reminded of how stubborn she was, it drove him mad at the best of times. "It was somebody who I shouldn't have been with." She clarified, and he could tell she wanted to tell him, but she couldn't. He knew her better than anybody, this wasn't something she was withdrawing for the hell of it. "You don't do that to your sisters. You just don't."

"You didn't get it on with Owen did you?" He asked, scrunching up his nose at that idea. He didn't think he could get that out of his mind if it were true, and honestly he didn't even want to know if it was.

"No. I did not have sex with Owen." She retorted, shaking her head because that would be worse, ten million times worse. She knew that if she had slept with Owen, it would have ruined her relationship with both Amelia and Cristina forever. She wasn't that stupid, she was a little stupid but not stupid enough for that, obviously. "I don't think it's that important on the who, we need to figure out a what. What am I going to do?"