Remember Your Worth | Jackson Avery

thirty-five

I swallowed the pills, hoping they cured my hangover headache. Jackson sipped his coffee, completely fine while Deluca was spread out on the couch.

"Oh, whoa. Mess. Not a dream.." Maggie said, coming down the stairs.

"Definitely not a dream. April and Matthew and Jo and Alex all got married."

"And the rest of us got painfully drunk." I finished, looking around our messy apartment as I ignored the pain in my legs from last night.

"Why do we do that? Numb life's most joyous, most vulnerable, most powerful experiences with alcohol.. why do we do that?" Jackson questioned.

"Mm, that's too deep a question for before I've had my coffee." Maggie whispered.

"Why are we whispering?" I asked.

"DeLuca's asleep." She said.

"DeLuca's not asleep. He's just staring like an idiot.." Jackson loudly said, kicking the couch.

"Yeah, I have to call in sick, guys." He said.

"No. Nobody's calling in sick. It's a beautiful day. You're gonna get dressed, and we're all gonna walk to work. Let's go, guys." Jackson said, pulling my hand up the stairs.

I rubbed my head, lying on the bed. His heavy body pressed down on mine as he laid on top of me.

"I have your glass of water and smoothie ready for you." He whispered.

"Why are you so loud?"

"Lou- babe, I'm whispering." He said then laughed.

"I'm sorry I broke you. You just did something to me yesterday.."

"I hate you." I whispered. He smirked, pulling me off the bed and into the bathroom.

I groaned, adjusting my sunglasses to hide me from the blazing sun as we walked down the street. Jackson and I walked away while Maggie and Deluca dragged behind.

"Oh, my God. I kissed Meredith Grey last night." DeLuca cringed.

"I mean, I just don't get how she was able to make a decision that big that fast. It takes me three weeks of research just to choose a toothbrush." Maggie voiced, dragging behind with Deluca.

"Honestly, I don't know. I feel like maybe that's how faith works."

"Yeah, I mean, I guess that's the appeal. You just follow your gut and you trust that there's some hand there to catch you if you fall or help you if you get it wrong."

"Your son doesn't like peas anymore. He's into carrots." I told him.

"That's my boy." He smirked, looking at the walk sign before we stepped into the street.

"Hey. Hey!" DeLuca yelled, yanking us back by our shirts.

A grey car hit a biker, launching her in the air. The woman landed on the ground, twisted in her bike while the car crashed into a pole. Maggie and I checked the car, taking notice of the unconscious woman.