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                 ❛     meredith  ?     ❜     voice  in  a  surprised  tone  ,  her  eyes  are  wide  &.  a  hand  subconsciously  moves  towards  her  stomach.     ❛     are  you  ...  what  are  you  doing  here  ?     ❜

                   MEREDITH WAS certainly not wrong. She had no idea why she thought drinking so much alcohol was a good idea, but, after the week they'd all had, anything was a good idea. " I have..no idea. But it tastes good." Maggie spoke with a hiccup as she looked in her sisters direction. Probably wasn't the best thing to mix the alcohol either but it seemed like a good idea to BEGIN WITH. @anatomymd

❝    i'm not derek... i can't promise i won't hurt you but i'll do everything i can to not.    ❞     her mouth is running on its own and she's no longer thinking clear — it must be the alcohol... it has to be.

a  half-hearted  chuckle  escapes  arizona’s  mouth.   ‘  tired  parents?  ‘   there’s  a  weak  smile  to   match  the  chuckle  as  she  looks  at  meredith.   one  of  doctor  grey’s  famous   pep  talks  ....    but,  she  wasn’t  feeling  very  peppy  right  now.   ‘  i  don’t  know.  there’s  just  days  when  none  of  it  feels  worth  it,  you  know?   i  think  today  is  one  of  those  days.  ‘   a  beat.   ‘   i’m  sorry  for  being  such  a  buzzkill.  they’re  gonna  start  calling  me  dark  and  twisty  now.  ‘

‘  i   need   to   talk   to   you   about   something.   only   the  people   on   the  board   can   know   about   it.   i’m   trying   not   to   freak   out,   but   ---   ‘   easier  said   than   done.  

april stared blankly at her notebook, the name of one hospital still left legible within it, the lines above and below filled with the scribbles that had gone over the letters that had once been written beneath them. cleveland clinic was still prominent, even if the phonecall she’d just received told her that she was certainly not going to be a surgeon there either. since failing her boards, it had been one call after another, telling her thanks, but no thanks. she understood it - that didn’t mean she had to like it though. “well, that’s me done.” she commented, pen scribbling over the letters before tossing the notebook to one side. out of sight, out of mind, right? she could only hope. “have you decided where you’re going yet? boston still a contender?” she could distract herself with the success of others, or so she liked to tell herself. || @anatomymd​