Dr Maggie Lin

“I didn’t know we were exes”

Maggie’s letter to her miscarried baby:

Did I fail you somehow? I’m afraid I may have, though everyone tells me it wasn’t my fault. I’m afraid you’re out there somewhere, alone, wondering why I’m not with you. I’m afraid I’ll never be a mom, afraid this confusion I feel will never go away and might be all I deserve. Right now, kid, I’m afraid of a lot of things. 

I hoped you’d be healthy and happy, and I knew you’d be gorgeous. I hoped you’d love to laugh and [play] and run through parks with me. I hoped we’d [find] new places together, take goofy pictures dressed up in costumes and generally take [   ]. I hoped you’d find the thing you love to do and that you’d do it with passion for your entire life. 

I hoped I’d stand at your wedding and …

They sat quietly for a moment, what he really wanted to ask her sitting awkwardly between them. But he knew he couldn’t brining that up was - well - a very bad idea. At least that had been his  experience so far… He cleared his throat and smiled again. “So! How does it feel to be on this end of things? Getting poked and prodded enough yet?”

She may have been on the brink of death only hours earlier, but the brain bleed hadn't done any damage to her intelligence; there was something that she was missing. Charlie wasn't the most normal guy usually, but now he was acting even more strange. "Charlie.. What do you actually want to ask me?" Maggie questioned, her eyebrow raised. "I can tell that there's something on your mind.. and anyway, you know exactly what it's like, coma guy."

MAGGIE LIN - 4x02 Beasts of Burden

MAGGIE LIN - 4x11 All Down The Line

“My junk’s messed up.

He’d been looking for a quiet moment all day to stop in and see her. Things were still hectic - the aftermath of something like that, a bombing, the fallout. People were still rattled. He was still rattled. Of course, there was more to his unease than just this tragedy… A hell of a lot more. But he’d have to worry about that later.  For now, he was focused on what was on in front of him here. He knew how to deal with that. Patients, rounds, procedures. Alex and Luke. These were the familiar, comforting things. The worrying changes in his gift would have to wait.

When he reached her room, he smiled at the sight of her - bandaged, yes, but very much alive. There was a niggling voice in the back of his mind, one he’d gotten used to after all this time. Would she remember? Well, I guess we’ll find out, won’t we? Charlie tapped on the door and  ventured inside. “Hey! How are you holding up? I’m hearing good things…”

A knock at the door pulled her from her thoughts. Ah Charlie, one of few people yet to check up on her. "Hey," she smiled, "I'm fine, I wish everyone would stop worrying about me." Maggie pouted slightly, "But more importantly, how is my patient?"