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disheveled and with puffy eyes, meredith followed the doctor to his room. trying to compose herself, meredith pushed the door open slowly, peering into his room to see him on a hospital bed with wires and a monitor beeping away. no, she didn’t like to see him like this but james was alive. and thank god. 

“hey there, handsome,” she found herself cooing lightly as she approached, pulling up the chair near the window to his bed side to take a seat. her legs were too shaky to stand. “always keeping me on my toes, aren’t you?”

now all she felt was annoyance that her texts weren’t being answered. she was nervous that when she entered his shop he wouldn’t be there. left town again, without a trace. instead of sticking her phone in her bag, she pushed it into the back pocket of her jeans. 

her fist balled the plastic to go bag holding the lunch she was attempting to surprise him with, making her way into the shop’s lobby. that’s when she heard it - a scream for help that was so familiar. james. the bag fell to the ground along with her purse and meredith’s sense of urgency filled her up, pushing her legs to move at an ungodly pace through the doors to the garage. 

there he was. on the ground. lifeless. 

“james! what the fu-” meredith went into panic, her hands grabbing her iPhone out of her back pocket and breathlessly trying to make her fingers work to dial just three numbers. 911. 

     “911, what’s your emergency?”

meredith was almost incoherant, dropping to her knees and crouching over his body. the phone was now pressed between her ear and shoulder while she explained that james was on the floor of his shop unconscious, tears streaming down her face and pooling into the fabric of his dirty shirt. this couldn’t be the way it ended. this couldn’t be how they left it. they were supposed to figure things out. he never got to hear her say -

     “ma’am, please stay on the line, we’re sending help.”

sirens could be heard in the distance and meredith had started to disassociate. her fingers gripped to the phone and stuck it on speaker mode, her hands moving his head into her lap. “please, j, c’mon stay with me. don’t leave me,” she sobbed, as if pleading would do anything. in what felt like no time at all, crash, paramedics filled the space and she was pulled from him. her phone was left on the garage’s floor while a defibrillator was pulled into view. she tried to keep her eyes on him. “don’t touch me!” mer shouted through her cries, pulling her shoulder from someone trying to get her back through the door. she was fighting them, not wanting to be taken from james if this was it. there was so much she still needed to say to him. 

the sick sound of a shock was the last thing she heard before she was back in the lobby of james’ shop, an officer trying to console her and get answers that she didn’t have. meredith couldn’t see anything going on outside, her vision blurring and a chest crushing feeling of dread taking over her entire body. he had to be okay. he had to be. 

but then she heard another shock and meredith was sure that she wouldn’t ever be able to get that sound out of her head for the rest of her life. 

“from what i’ve heard, shane doesn’t settle down. and james is going through a lot. i choose vodka martinis and the new season of queer eye.”

@hijamesmason@realshanemartis

“james, guerin, asher, jonny, and rico. sorry laur, your bff and twinie are on my list but it’s not my fault they’re so good looking.”

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“why are y’all so hell bent on comparing lovers? silly.”@guerinkhouri@hijamesmason

“i’m basically working nonstop may through october so i don’t have much time for friends. i’d say laurel even though i haven’t seen her in a couple of weeks. i hear she totally killed it at the talent show. of course, i spend some time with james when he’s free and running into shane isn’t too bad. maybe now that wedding season is coming to a close i’ll have more free moments to meet new people.”@laurelthatcherismss@hijamesmason@realshanemartis

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