The First Encounter

Chapter Four

"Call Seattle Pres." Bailey said. "We need a neurosurgeon now."

Nodding his head, Owen moves to call Seattle Pres.

Arizona returned to Amelia's bed.

"What happened?" Mark asks, rushing over.

"I found her unconscious on her bed and not breathing. She overdosed." Arizona said.

Mark closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. "Dammit."

"Why are you so angry?" Arizona asked. "I was the one trying to take care of her."

"She's family." Mark says instantly.

"The neurosurgeon is on his way from Seattle Pres." Doctor Hunt said.

Bailey nods. "Let's move people, let's get her into the CT."

Arizona and Mark are quick to start moving the gurney.

"Hunt, go meet the neurosurgeon at the front desk, bring him or her up." Bailey instructed.

Nodding his head, Hunt moves to the front desk.

Arizona, Mark, and Bailey took Amelia to get a head CT.

****

"How is she?" Meredith asks, stepping up beside Addison.

Addison stared at Amelia's body through the window with her arms crossed over her chest. "Still unconscious. I knew this would happen, Arizona told me she had it covered and now look what's happened."

"Don't blame Arizona, she was making really good progress with Amelia." Meredith responds.

"Was she?" Addison said. "Amelia was still taking the drugs and she's lost so much weight, she's practically skin and bone."

Meredith tenses and looks at Addison. "Arizona was doing everything she could. You can't just force an addict to stop overnight."

"I know that. I dealt with Amelia the first time she was like this. Her fiancé had to die before she decided to go into rehab." Addison said.

"Stop blaming everyone else then." Meredith snaps.

"I'm not blaming anyone." Addison said.

"You are, you're blaming Arizona." Meredith snaps out.

"She didn't know what she was getting herself into." Addison said.

Meredith rolls her eyes. "Cut the crap."

Addison frowned and looked at Meredith. "And where were you while all this was going on, while Amelia was falling off the wagon and slowly killing herself?"

"I was mourning my husband and having a baby." Meredith responds, glaring at Addison. "What about you?"

"I tried to help, Arizona told me to stay away, that she had it covered." Addison said.

Sighing, Meredith shakes her head and walks off.

Addison rolled her eyes and looked back through the window.

Arizona was sitting beside Amelia's bed, occasionally checking her vitals.

Amelia lay soundlessly on the bed, an oxygen mask over her nose and mouth to help her breathe.

"I'm sorry." Arizona whispers, looking at the unconscious woman. She squeezed Amelia's hand.

Amelia just lay there.

The blonde fights back tears.

The neurosurgeon from Seattle Pres comes into the room to check Amelia over again.