𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 [𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐲'𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐲]

some kind of miracle

some kind of miracle

The minutes seem to tick by on the clock. Everyone went their separate ways after Cristina ran off to go to 99¢ store and Bailey put Callie in charge of them. Alex went off to deal with the pregnant women that he saved at the ferry boat sight. Izzie, George, and Cassie went to the Clinic with Callie where they help collect blood. Safe to say, that the room was filled with sorrow, behind sorrow. So much that Cassie felt numb.

She stared ahead at the wall in front of her, "Dr. Scott?" Callie's voice snapping her out of state. She turned her head, looking at the resident, "Do you have the blood?"

Cassie's furrowed her brow, "Huh—" she looked down at the bin in her hands, "oh, uh, oh, yeah...um, here." She handed it out to her.

"Can you give it to Izzie?" She asked her.

The blonde nodded, walking to the other side of the clinic where Izzie stood. "You collecting blood?"

"Uh," the other blonde thought, "I guess." She grabbed it from her hands. Turning back around, Cassie stared at her before Izzie turned back around, "What?" Her eyes bore into her, her expression then changing, "Cassie." Her tone changing, "Don't think that way. You can not think that way about Meredith."

She played with her hands, walking closer to Izzie, "You know, when—" her voice getting caught in her throat. "It's just—it's hard not to." Her eyes becoming wet. 

Izzie enveloped her in a hug, calmly running her hand over her back. "It's going to be okay."

"How do you know that?"

—

The room seems smaller than usual. Like the walls are moving closer together as if they were to squash her to death. "Hey." Alex appearing behind Cassie, "You okay?"

She shook her head, "How can any of us ever be okay?"

"I don't know." His hands on his hips, his mind somewhere else. "I don't think anyone does." The pale walls of the hallway beginning to make her feel like she's crazy.

Her eyes pool with tears, "You know, when—" she thought for a second, collecting herself as much as she could, "when my brother died, it was sudden. I guess, you know, aneurysms do that. It felt like hours though, of not knowing. The doctors"—she giggled—"they didn't even that he had an aneurysm that burst. It was just hours of not knowing if he was okay and..." Tears streamed down her face now "I'm not close to Meredith. Not like how I am with Izzie or with George and especially not you," both Alex and Cassie giggling, "Just standing around waiting to know is the worst thing. Like there's this weight pressing down on him and someone just keeps adding more weights. I just want to breathe again."

Both she knew it, his arms were wrapped around her, there to comfort. He pulled away, his mouth opened to say something being interrupted by both their pagers going off. "Let's get that weight lifted off."

And for once, he held her hand down the hall as they made their way to Meredith's room.

—

"What if she's dead?" 

"We don't know that." 

"But what if?"

"You don't know yet, don't jump to conclusions."

She held a sorrowful look on her face as her eyes peered down to the white tile floor.

"Hey, you're a doctor." 

He pulled her head up by her chin.

"Let's bite the bullet and find out instead of standing out here wondering all the different possibilities."

"Okay."

—

The weight isn't gone. The one held by Meredith, instead, physical weight was now on top of her.

(More specifically, Alex's).

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a/n: a short chapter, but I wanted to get something out there. thank you for all the reads, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you.