Chapter fifteen.

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Addison's Pov.

"So you guys at talking now?" Derek asked.

"Not really" I said. His brow furrowed.

"So why were you guys in here?" He asked.

"She needed stitches" I said.

"Oh, for that cut in her face? What even happened?" He asked.

"I, uh, I don't know she didn't say" I lied. "I could see she was in pain so I offered her help" I added.

"Thank you, for playing nice" He finally said.

"Sure" I said. I walked out of the room and down to the pit.

"Where's Meredith?" Cristina- a fellow intern in Meredith's class- asked George O'Malley- another intern in her class.

"I don't know! I haven't seen her all day" He said.

"She is somewhere charting" I said.

"Do you know where?" Cristina asked.

"No, she didn't say where" I said. Suddenly my pager was going off. 911, Ambulance bay.

I ran to the doors and put on a trauma gown. I rushed out the doors and greeted the rest of the doctors. Meredith was already out here.

"How did you get down here so quick?" I asked her.

"I was already down here when I got the page" she said. She looked different. I couldn't tell how or why but she did. The ambulance roared down the road getting louder and louder by the second.

"Oh" I said. The ambulance pulled in and the EMT's were unloading the patient.

"27 year old male, has a GSW to the abdomen." The EMT said.

"What's his pressure?" Burke asked

"50/70, Dr.Burke!" The other EMT said. They rushed him into trauma 2 and began working on him. I took off the trauma gown and gloves and disposed of them.

"Why did you run off like that" I asked quietly.

"I didn't run off, I gave you space to talk to your husband. Remember him?" She said.

"There was nothing to talk to him about" I said.

"What would have happened if I didn't tell you?" she paused. "That I was going to kiss you, what if  I had just done it and he saw?" She whispered.

"I- I don't know" I said.

"He would hate me and you would punish me for ruining your marriage, again"she said. "I'm going to go finish the charts, I only have a few hours left to my shift" she said before walking away. Maybe she was right, maybe I would have ended up blaming her for ruining my marriage again. But it wasn't her fault last time and it wouldn't be this time either.

It would be my fault both times. But I don't  want to ruin my marriage. Or do I? I don't know, maybe it is beyond repairing.

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