more than i can hold in my heart.

spider.

a/n: heyy im back with a new update hihi

summary: "my shower is broken because of some stupid mistake and i have to use the one in your room" au

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noun; spi·​der | \ ˈspī-dər

def. an eight-legged predatory arachnid with an unsegmented body consisting of a fused head and thorax and a rounded abdomen. Spiders have fangs which inject poison into their prey, and most kinds spin webs in which to capture insects.

This is the classic definition of spiders. Nothing harmful, just insects running about the forest floor, the streets, the kitchen and the bathroom floor, up to the wall. They're just animals, the same as a cute puppy, the same as a pretty butterfly.

But in reality, when you come face-to-face with a spider, everything is dark and all you can hear is screaming and suddenly you're running away and ruining a perfectly good showerhead.

There's no rational thought to this, and yet that is exactly what Miranda Bailey has done.

Naked, and still dripping in water from her shower, she ran away towards her bedroom, panting. Her throat hurt from the excessive screaming, and everything a couple of feet away from her is wet from the water dripping from her hair and body.

She closed her eyes, trying to calm herself down. She can only see the spider with its hairy little legs and she can feel it climbing over her body, laying its little eggs in creases of her skin.

Miranda shuddered. Logic came back and she looked around her bedroom. It was a wet mess, and she realized that other than being naked, soap bubbles and shampoo was still all over her body.

She blushed, although, she was the only one there.

Miranda figured out how to get her towel, and wiped herself. The short woman frowned; she still felt sticky.

But there was no way she was going back inside the shower with that thing crawling about.

And she was pretty sure she broke the shower anyway.

The only thing remaining was that she needed a thorough shower. But how?

She remembered Callie Torres her bestfriend and co-worker, who recently moved to the apartment three doors down. Miranda hasn't been there yet, as she was so busy at the hospital, and busy showering with a damned spider crawling up the walls.

So, with a sigh, she grabbed her phone, and texted Callie.

MB: my shower is broken because of some stupid mistake and i have to use the one in your room.

Ortho God: suree i just finished my shift, ill see u there

Miranda smiled and got out of the room. She counted the apartment doors and opened it.

She was surprised at how much of the room Callie had done. It was only a few weeks but it felt like home, like it's already been her home for a year, or more.

Miranda chuckled. Good thing Callie and Arizona Robbins, her wife, decided on navy blue walls; it definitely suits them.

She navigated through the room, finally seeing the bathroom. The door was slightly ajar, and she opened it, smelling the aroma of shampoo and aftershave.

Wait. Aftershave?

She frowned, but realized that Mark Sloan also stayed over sometimes.

A tug in her gut told her it doesn't smell like Sloan, but she pushed it away.