The Call

9

"Of course."

"Well, we're going to give them a little hope. Are you going to help me or not?"

The image of Amelia crying alone on her bed flashed in her mind. She didn't quite know what exactly Christa was planning, but she trusted her. If it would help Amelia, then she would do it. "Okay. I will."

"Come on, let's go."

xxx

Amelia stared at the ceiling. They were going to discharge her tomorrow, she just had to make arrangements. Dr. Rorish promised to discharge her if she checked into an outpatient facility in seattle for six month grief and addictions counseling. She just didn't know if she trusted herself.

A week ago she recovered from the shock of Dead Derek by cracking jokes about him. What the hell was that about? I just don't want to be hurt again... she thought. After her fiance and her baby died she couldn't let herself hurt like that. That kind of pain led to drugs, escaping and possible overdose. She could lose everything, her career would be over. So she stopped feeling anything.

Then Owen left. It was the last straw for her. She thought she wouldn't care about it, it's not like they were anything anyway. Owen had already pulled away. But then she was alone. Truly alone. She thought she didn't care about that. But it hurt more than she expected, and she ended up in LA trying to hide or run or find comfort, but instead ended up lost. When she came to LA to connect with some of her old friends she wanted to show strength. But when she tried to reach out to them, she couldn't because she felt so hollow and empty and fake.

Better a cut, better she hurt herself physically then feel the pain of Derek's leaving her right? But she lost control, the first cut too deep and full of rage, the second more out of spite and self-hatred.

She stared at the bag of bloody clothes they left her and felt ashamed. Somebody mentioned getting her some scrubs or something, but nothing materialized yet.

She heard a noise and saw Meredith in the doorway. She sucked in a breath, shocked to see her. "Hey." She looked over for Bailey and Zola, "Where's the kids?"

"Asleep, the nurses are watching them."

"Mer- I'm-"

"No, I'm sorry." Meredith interrupted. "I shouldn't have yelled at you like that." She stepped into the room and dropped a bag onto the bed. "I brought some extra clothes, We're about the same size right?"

That simple gesture by Meredith surprised her, Amelia picked up the bag, "You didn't have to do that," she said, but she was very relieved and grateful. Slowly, trust was being built again. "Meredith, you're right," she sighed, "I need to feel something, I need to let myself feel. I'm scared it will hurt too much."

Meredith sat on the bed beside her and touched her hand. "Well I think I can help." Meredith said. She looked behind her and nodded at someone unseen. "Now get off the bed."

"What?"

"Get off the bed." Meredith started to unzip her pants,

"What the hell, Mer?" Amelia stood up and looked around in confusion. That's when she saw Mayala and another blonde doctor enter the room pushing a very high tech ultrasound machine.

"Come on, we don't have a lot of time," Merideth was saying. She pulled her pants off and made herself comfortable on the bed.

What was going on? Amelia thought Why was there an ultrasound machine in her room, there was no need for it, unless...

The blonde doctor plugged in the machine and pressed some buttons. "It's ready Dr. Grey."

Meredith shoved a bottle of gel into Amelia's hands. "I hope you remember how to do an ultrasound, Dr. Shepherd. I need to know how far along I am. Hostile uterus and all."