Stitches of Survival

Thriller

Chapter Thirty-Eight: Thriller

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"Are you sure you're okay?" Mark asked me as we walked through the hospital together, Melinda in tow. "You know, there's nothing wrong with taking a little more time off if you're not ready. No one will think less of you."

"Hey, you're back." Cristina smiled as we joined her at the second floor nurses station. "I thought you weren't coming back until next week?"

"I told you," Mark shot me a knowing look. "Come on, I can run you back home now."

"Mark, I'm staying." I told him before frowning at my curly haired friend. "Was I this annoying when he was recovering from surgery?"

"No," she answered easily. "I've told you, men are the weaker gender. You don't see any guys pushing humans out of their vaginas. It's because they're babies."

"You do know that I'm right here, right?" Mark looked between us as he bounced Melinda in his arms.

"I love you." I pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. "But you should probably get Mellie to daycare before your consultation."

"Page me if you need anything." He reminded me before heading towards the elevators. As soon as he was gone I released a sigh of relief and leaned against the counter.

"Are you okay?" Cristina questioned, raising a dark brow at me.

"I love Mark, I really do, but sometimes I really wanna kill him." I ran a hand through my hair as I spoke, relishing in the feeling that a weight had been lifted from my shoulders.

"I take it recovery wasn't too relaxing?" She smirked.

"Three months," I held up my fingers for emphasis. "For three months I was stuck at home, having to play patient while my husband treated me like I was dying. And when he wasn't there he made sure Ashley was and left her with strict instructions as to what I was and wasn't allowed to do. For a month I wasn't allowed to hold my daughter, a month."

"Technically you were dying," she pointed out. "If you hadn't gotten those kidneys you probably only would've lasted another week or two."

"Not helping," I glared at her. "The only good thing that came out of it was that I didn't have to go to that stupid gala Jackson came up with."

"Alex," we both looked over our shoulders to find Meredith stopping Alex a few feet away. "Did you get the house ready?"

"Yep," Alex nodded.

"Okay," she said. "Candy?"

"No," he shook his head.

"Did you get the pumpkins?" She asked.

"No," he shook his head again.

"Did you put up the spider webs?" She pressed.

"No," he shook his head for the third time.

"Then how is the house ready?" Meredith frowned at him.

"I got the keg." Alex shrugged before walking away.

"Oh, you're having a party at the house?" Cristina asked, making Meredith look over at us. I raised a brow at the blonde, surprised that she hadn't told Cristina about our plans to do trick or treating at the house.

"Um, yeah, Alex is letting us use the house to trick or treat from because we have no neighbors where we are," Meredith explained.

"And going through a neighborhood is more fun than walking up and down the halls of an apartment building." I chimed in.