Greys Anatomy Imagines (COMPLETED)

Bar - Andrew DeLuca

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Summary; Reader goes out to drink, and sees her ex-boyfriend.

Warnings; 1 swear, mention of ABUSE, violence

Word Count; 1,258 words
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If there was one grave mistake that you have made tonight, was going—no, that's not the right wording of the entire situation. Let's start this sentence over.

Had you known that your ex-boyfriend—abusive—ex-boyfriend was going to be at Joe's tonight, then you wouldn't have shown up, at all. But you can't predict those type of things, so you ended up running into him.

It's not like you walked in there are you were immediately met with him, he showed up later. Hell—if he was in the bar before you showed up, then he didn't make his appearance known.

You're not sure about that part, it's a little hazy since you've been drinking a lot tonight. You were celebrating over the fact that you finally did your first surgery, and your actual boyfriend would be here if it wasn't for the fact that no one would pick up his shift.

Being interns suck, but it didn't seem like Andrew cared anyway. He did say that he'd rather drink alone with you at the apartment, instead of out in public. And you know why now—even if it isn't for the same reason.

Anyway, your ex—Ryan—came up to you a little way towards the end of the night. You knew and he probably knew, that Joe's would be closing in an hour. So, what did Ryan do exactly?

Ryan stuck by your side the entire night, despite your best attempts at getting him to go away and hinting that you're now dating someone new. And the fact that you weren't interested, and you haven't been since the breakup, but he couldn't seem to understand that.

You eventually caved to his drinks, because you were already drunk, and he kept buying them one after another. However, you're smart, and you knew he was probably buttering you up so he could take you back to his place.

That part, you're sure on. And you were completely sober when it came to that thought. It was like a chant in your mind after a while, enough to make a mind-reader crazy from how constant it was.

Don't let him take you home. Don't let him take you home. Don't let him take you home.

When it was the last twenty minutes, which means forty constant minutes of Ryan getting you drunk, he finally decided to call you a night. Of course, he couldn't leave you out of it though, and he took you with him.

You weren't drunk beyond the point of comprehensibility, it was just how drowsy you were. The entire night had crashed upon you all at once, so when he started to take you with him, you couldn't really do anything.

And Joe didn't do anything either—not because he's a bad guy, but Ryan was extremely convincing when it came to taking you 'home'. Ryan had told Joe that he would get you there safely and that there wasn't a thing to worry about.

Ryan was lying.

The second you two stepped foot out of the bar, and the cold air of Seattle, Washington had hit you, you knew that you were outside. Even if your eyes were practically shut, and you nearly had to be carried the entire time.

Once again, you were suddenly sober, and more awake than you'd ever been in your life. Your eyes had snapped open, as you fought against Ryan's grip so you could leave and go anywhere but to his place.

Ryan didn't seem to like that though, the only thing you remember, was hitting his face or something—maybe you scratched him—and the next you felt a sharp pain, and that was it.

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The entire time Joe had been cleaning the bar, he felt a sense of uneasiness. And that he needed to hurry. But for what? Clean the place faster to get home to his fiancée?

His fiancée was probably asleep anyway, so there wasn't a chance that he needed to see him immediately.

Despite the thoughts telling him that he could slow down for the sake of himself, he managed to clean the bar in ten minutes. A record time that he never thought he'd be able to do.

His stuff was in his arms, and right after he locked up the doors and went to walk down the sidewalk, he saw you, out cold.

You're lying on your back; your black purse is underneath your torso. And you are completely spread out, one of your arms hangs off the curb, while the other is on your chest. Legs are—thankfully—together, so it doesn't look like you've been assaulted by Ryan.

Joe can clearly see blood on the sidewalk, beneath your head. And there is a bright red hand mark on your cheek, which is clear as day, even in the shitty orange streetlight.

He felt his heart drop, knowing full well that he could've prevented this, by not letting you walk out with Ryan, especially in the state that you were in. Joe makes up for it though, by calling for an ambulance and staying by you the entire time.

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The second that you were brought into the hospital, everyone knew something was wrong by the look on Meredith's face. Especially when she pulled Maggie aside, extremely close to whisper something in her ear.

"Get Andrew down here, now. We've got his girlfriend," Meredith looks at Maggie, who has wide eyes. She nods quickly before she's off.

You blink your eyes a couple of times when you try to adjust to the light above you. It manages to leave a red spot in your eyesight, which bothers you. But you know very well that it'll go away the sooner you forget about it.

"(Y/n)," Meredith says cautiously, coming up to you, "How do you feel?"

"Can I get this stupid fucking neck brace off?" You scowl, trying to find the velcro so it'll come off easier.

Meredith comes over, helping you take it off, and she sees your bloodied hair in the process, making her frown slightly, "Do you know what happened?"

You're about to say something when your name is shouted. Both you and Meredith are shocked to see Andrew coming over quickly. She's wondering how he got here so fast, she just sent Maggie off.

The closer Andrew gets, the more his face melts into a sad expression before it's turned angry, "What happened?"

You look from Meredith to Andrew, "I was drinking in Joe's, and then I found Ryan,"

That's enough to make Andrew want to punch a wall, running into an ex is one thing, but he's a whole different level when it comes to exes.

"He kept buying me drinks and the next thing I know I'm out on the street with him. Of course, I fought back, but he slapped me—and I think he knocked me out," you rub your cheek slightly, wincing when it starts to hurt.

"I'm going to kill him," Andrew decides, and he goes to move away.

Meredith goes to block him, but you've beaten her to it, by grabbing your boyfriend's wrist and yanking him in your direction, "No, you're not, Andrew,"

"What do you want me to do, then?" he asks, his irritated expression doesn't change.

"Stay here, with me," you smile at him, "Please?"

It takes a second before he nods, sitting on the end of your bed, "Fine,"

"Good, cause I get to tell you all the jokes I came up with tonight,"