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oncetherewasaway	Dec 4 2007, 08:44 PM
McEditor Posts: 1,625 Group: .Grey Girls. Member #23 Joined: October 25, 2006	Which she could do. In the last week it hadn't looked like anything was wrong. Something was definitely on Addison's mind but she didn't seem sick, she didn't seem depressed or too worried...just off or something. But she could watch. If it made Derek feel any better she could definitely watch and see if she could get something out of her. One of them would have to talk eventually. She stepped off the elevator, trying to stifle a yawn as she walked towards the patient's room, suddenly wishing she could just take a nap. A very long nap without the big elephant in the room. That would be nice. She frowned when she saw Alex standing outside the patient's room, reading the chart. "Hey," she greeted. "Are you on gynie too?" "Yeah," Alex sighed. "Don't know why she needs two of us." "Haven't you been on plastics?" she asked, leaning against the door, fighting the urge to take a quick catnap. "I have but Sloan sent me here today," Alex shrugged. "Something about extra help." Extra help. Mark wanted Addie to have extra help. Which meant nothing good right now. Definitely nothing good. "Karev, Shepherd," Addison nodded as she walked up to them. "Montgomery-Sloan," Alex sighed. "Morning, Addison," Meredith murmured. Addison looked fine. Really fine. Not pale or sick or...just a little distracted. But only a little. Not a lot. Just...off. "You look happy to be here," Addison raised an eyebrow at her. "Oh, I'm...fine," Meredith nodded. "Just a little tired. But good to go." "That's what I like to hear," Addison nodded as she led them into the patient's room. "Dr. Montgomery-Sloan," the patient sighed, "I...are you sure we have to do this now? I mean, are you sure we can't put it off for another couple weeks. I feel much better and I can't do this. I can't have this baby now. Not yet." "Lynn, we already talked about this," Addison smiled warmly. "We can put it off longer but it puts both you and the baby more at risk. It's best to do it now." "I know. I just...I can't be a mom. Not now." "Yes, you can. You can be a great mom." "I shouldn't have even had this baby," Lynn sighed. "It was a mistake and I never...it was a complete mistake." She frowned as she looked up. "Who are these doctors? Why do I need two more doctors?" "They’re residents, Lynn," Addison smiled. "This is a teaching hospital. I'm teaching them." "Residents," Lynn nodded. "Okay." "Dr. Shepherd and Dr. Karev will just be helping out a bit. Nothing to worry about." "Okay," Lynn sighed. "Dr. Shepherd...can you present the case please?" Addison asked. "What?" Meredith looked up quickly, shaking her head slightly. "Oh, um...yeah. Um...Lynn O'Neill, 32, 35 weeks pregnant. She, um...presented with a case of, uh...pre-eclampsia that threatens to, uh...her blood pressure and..." She frowned as she shook her head again. She knew this. She had read the chart. Except she was too tired to remember the chart. "Remind me to talk to that husband of yours about keeping you up all hours of the night," Addison frowned, turning to Alex. "Karev, would you mind finishing for her?" "Lynn O'Neill, 32, 35 weeks pregnant, presented with a case of pre-eclampsia that threatens to turn into eclampsia. Her blood pressure and vitals were stable as of this morning. Baby looks good, but best course of action is a cesearaen section before her condition worsens," Alex rattled off, frowning slightly at Meredith. "Thank you, Karev," Addison nodded. "I still don't see why we have to do this now," Lynn sighed. "I can't do this now. I didn't even want this baby. I think I deserve five more weeks to want this baby." "Five more weeks isn't safe. We discussed this. I know you're scared. I know becoming a mother is...difficult. But you can do this," Addison nodded. "Do you have kids, Dr. Montgomery-Sloan?" "Oh...ummm...." Addison cleared her throat. "No." "Then you have no idea," Lynn shook her head. "You have no idea and I didn't even want this baby. My husband or...ex husband. He wanted kids. And I didn't. I still don't. But now he's gone and I...I'm having a baby." "He got you pregnant and then left?" Alex frowned. "Yes," Lynn sighed. "He apparently found something better. He wanted a baby, just not the stress of a baby. And now...I never should have had the baby. Never." "Lynn, you'll love being a mother," Addison sighed. "Or maybe I won't. Maybe I just should have said no. But he wanted kids and I wanted him to be happy." "Oh..." Meredith breathed. He had wanted kids. She had never wanted them and her husband had and now he was gone and she was stuck with a baby she had never wanted. It didn't seem fair. It didn't seem fair that she had sacrificed her own happiness for some ass who left her. "Uh...parenting is...I never....I didn't...it's not as bad as it looks." "Lynn," Addison sighed, "you're going to love being a mother. And we have to deliver the baby today. Dr. Shepherd and Dr. Karev are going to run some last minute labs and then we'll take you in for surgery." "It's too late to turn back, isn't it?" Lynn asked. "I'm afraid it is," Addison nodded. "But you'll be okay, Lynn. This baby...you're going to love this baby." She turned to Alex and Meredith. "Shepherd, Karev, a minute outside?" "Of course," Meredith nodded as they followed Addison to the hallway. "Run the usual labs," Addison sighed as she handed the chart to Alex. "And then maybe page psych or a social worker to talk to her. She needs to remain calm." "Can you blame her for freaking out? Ass got her knocked up and left," Alex groaned. "That may be the case," Addison nodded, "but she's having the baby today whether she likes it or not. And if her blood pressure gets too high during the surgery, we might lose both of them." "We'll page someone, Addie," Meredith sighed. "Thank you. Page me when you get the results. And, Meredith?" "Yeah?" "Either take a nap in an on call room or think about fewer late nights with Derek," Addison said firmly. "I won't have mistakes in my OR." "Sorry, Addison," Meredith frowned. "I'll take a nap before we scrub in." "Thank you," Addison nodded as she turned and walked away. "It wasn't late night sex with Shepherd, was it?" Alex asked. "What?" Meredith sighed as she leaned against the wall. "You're clearly exhausted and it clearly has nothing to do with sex." "How do you know it has nothing to do with sex?" she asked. "It could. Derek and I have a lot of sex. A lot of late night sex. It could be sex." "You're miserable," Alex shrugged. "Unless the old man's lost his touch in bed, you're not usually miserable after all night sex marathons." "He definitely hasn't lost his touch in bed," Meredith shook her head, rubbing her aching temples. "It's just...I'm not miserable. I'm happy. I'm really happy and we're happy and I'm just...I'm exhausted. I'm exhausted but I'm completely happy. Definitely not miserable. Why would I be miserable?" "I don't know. You're the one that look miserable." "I'm not miserable," she said firmly. "I just...we're having...not problems. We're fine. We're happy. Really happy. It's just...things. There are things and...but we're happy." "Want to talk about these things?" "I...you can't tell Lexie. And I know you're going to. So...no. Because they're not a big deal. They're just...things. Or a thing. A thing we should be talking about but we're not. We're avoiding it. Because apparently that's what we do. Usually he's all about communicating but he wants to avoid and I want to avoid so we're avoiding. And avoiding leads to no sleep which leads to me feeling like crap." "You're not talking? Isn't that what you two to constantly?" "We're talking. We're talking. Just...not about the thing. We're avoiding the thing." "What's the thing?" "It's a thing. A thing you can't tell Lexie about because she's...Lexie." "I'm not going to gossip." "I know. But she's your girlfriend and you're living together or whatever. And you can't tell her." "I won't tell her, whatever." "Okay," Meredith sighed, biting her lip. "A couple months ago I had a scare or something." "A scare?" "I thought I was pregnant," Meredith whispered. "Okay...so?" "So...we never discussed it. Kids. We never discussed if we wanted more kids. Ever." "You've never discussed having kids with your husband?" "No. That's...that's bad, right? I mean, I know it's bad. It's really, really bad." "It's not bad," Alex shrugged. "Just...weird." "It's...we had Hannah. We had Hannah so we just...we never discussed it. And so now, we have to. We have to discuss it." "Yeah, it's probably a good idea." "But each time we try...I mean, I can't...we don't." "Why not?" "Because I don't know if...I don't think I want kids. And he's...he's him. Of course he wants kids. He has Hannah it would make sense that he would want more kids." "Has he actually said anything that sounded like I want kids?" "Um...no. We both just keep saying I don't know. Which I'm pretty sure he's saying because I'm saying it." "So stop saying it. Tell him you don't want them." "Alex, I can't. He wants them and...he wants them." "And you don't." "I don't know...I don't think I do. Maybe I do. Maybe I don't. I don't...it doesn't matter. We're avoiding. We're avoiding and I'm not sleeping and I feel like crap and...it's the big pink and purple and blue and green elephant in the room." "And you're going to have to talk to him eventually," Alex shrugged. "We will. Eventually." "Or you'll just keep putting it off till you turn into Lynn." "What?" Meredith frowned. "You won't want to tell him that you don't want any more kids. And then he'll want more and you still won't tell him. And then you'll be hours away from actually having one and having a mental breakdown because it's the last thing you actually want." "That's not...I'm on the pill, Alex. No kids. We're not. No. That's not what's going to happen," Meredith shook her head quickly. "And what if it does?" "It won't," she breathed, her hand going up to her temple again. "It won't." "Meredith...talk to your husband. He'll be cool with it." "You don't...I'm going to...um...are you good with labs?" she breathed. "Yeah, I'm good," Alex nodded. "Okay," she nodded. "I'm just...um...on call room. For a bit. Page me." "Will do," he nodded. "Mer?" "Yeah?" "Derek loves you a hell of a lot. He's always gotten you before. Give him a chance with this." "I know he loves me," Meredith murmured. "I just...page me." "Yeah," Alex nodded. "Thanks, Alex," she sighed as she turned and walked down the hallway, her head aching as exhaustion took over her body. She was tired. She needed to nap and clear her head. That's all she needed to do. She would nap and then she would take care of her patient. Her patient who was about to have a baby she had never wanted. Her patient who was having a baby for her husband. She would never do that. Regardless of what Alex said, she wouldn't let it get to that point, Derek wouldn't want it to get to that point. They'd talk. They would talk soon and figure this out. Because she wasn't going to be Lynn, she wasn't going to cry to her doctor about not wanting to be a mother, about not knowing how to be a mother. She wasn't going to be a woman who gave up her body to keep her husband happy. And he would never expect her to. If she told him...when she told him, he'd get that. Or at least she hoped he would. Because he probably wanted kids. He probably wanted kids with her and she wasn't sure if she even wanted them. But he wouldn't expect her to have kids just because he wanted them. She would never turn up like Lynn. It was completely ridiculous to think she could. But she would have to talk to him soon, really soon. Because she had a feeling this would change things. It wouldn't kill them. She knew nothing would do that, Derek made it clear that nothing would do that. But it would change things. It would burst their happy bubble and she was definitely not quite ready for that to happen. But they needed to talk. She needed to sleep again at night. But first she needed to sleep now. She needed to take a nap before she screwed up again. She needed to take a nap and not think about the thing that they were avoiding, needed to not think about her patient who wasn't ready to have a baby, who didn't even want a baby. She needed to just relax and sleep and try to get rid of this headache and the constant exhaustion. "Mer?" her husband's soft voice filled the on call room. "Hmm," she breathed, not even moving to look up at him. "Taking a nap?" he asked, his voice gentle as she listened to him take of his shoes and felt the bed shift under his weight. "Yeah," she murmured, moving over on the bed to allow him to fall next to her. "You didn't get much sleep last night," he murmured. "Neither did you," she pointed out softly. "No, I didn't," he sighed. "I just...tired," she murmured, turning over so that her back was against his chest. "Hmm..." he breathed, pulling her close to him. "Sleep." "Sleep," she nodded, her eyes suddenly wide open. Because of the damn elephant. Because of Alex. Who had apparently taken residence in her head or something and was telling her that Derek loved her and that he would understand. She hated the elephant. And Alex. "Derek." "Yeah?" "We...we have to talk." "Oh...now?" "Derek...it's been five weeks. Do you...I mean..." she bit her lip. "We should talk," he sighed, running his hand along her side. "We should," she breathed. "So..." "I..." Meredith started off, her voice strong. She had to tell him. She had to tell him that she didn't want kids. He'd get it. He'd be fine with it and things would change but...he'd get it. "I don't..." "Yeah?" he asked gently. "I don't...I mean, you...but I don't...." she shook her head as her headache returned full force. "Mer...I..." he breathed. He was about to tell her. He was about to say he wanted kids with her. That he had been thinking and he wanted another kid and...she couldn't do it. Not now. Not when he was worried and not sleeping and...they had time. They had time. "I don't know." "I don't either," he sighed. "Oh." "I really...I don't know, Mer." "Me neither," she whispered as her head pounded. "It's okay." "No, no it isn't," she murmured as tears sprang to her eyes. Great. Now she was crying. She was crying because she was stressed and this was stress and...stupid stress. "Oh Mer...." he whispered, pulling her closer to him. "Shhh...I'm here. We'll figure this out." "I'm fine," she shook her head. "I'm fine. I'm just...I'm just tired." "I know," he sighed, pressing a soft kiss on her neck. "Maybe...we need to talk and I'm not avoiding. But you need sleep." "We can't...the avoiding is...we can't keep avoiding." "I know we can't," he nodded. "But you're in tears and you're...obviously exhausted. You don't need this right now." "Yeah," she breathed. "And Addie...Addison's going to kill me if I screw up again." "You screwed up?" "I couldn't...I was presenting and I couldn't...Alex had to cover for me." "Oh Mer..." he breathed. "Sleep now. We'll talk later. I promise. We'll sit down and hash this whole thing out." "Okay." "Lay on your stomach." "Hmm?" "Lay on your stomach," he repeated. "Why?" she breathed as she shifted to lay on her stomach. "So I can help you sleep," he murmured, moving his hand to her back, rubbing it gently. "A little lower," she whispered, sighing at the feel of his hand on her back. "Stop thinking," he whispered, as he moved his hand down. "Not about Addie and Mark. Not about us. Not even about Hannah. Stop thinking." "Stop thinking," she echoed. "Just stop. Just...feel my hand and listen to us both breathe." "Der..." "Hmm?" "You're cheesy." "Hey, I'm trying to help," he protested, laughing gently "I know," she sighed. "Thank you." "It's my job, Mer," he murmured. "Now sleep." "Sleeping," she nodded as her eyes began to fall shut. "Love you, Der." "Love you too, Mer," he whispered, brushing his lips against her cheek as he continued to rub her back. It was right on the tip of her tongue. I don't want a baby. It was right there but he was rubbing her back and it felt amazing and she could wait. She could wait until after she got some sleep. They could wait. We turn left We turn right And all the while keep turning To ignore what neither of us can say Disclaimer: Actually, we've changed our minds. If we owned the show Rose wouldn't be smushed by the ambulance. Not that that wasn't a good idea. Just...she wouldn't actually exist in the first place. She'd be a nothing. Nothings can't be smushed. Scut, she was going to be in scut all day. She hadn't even known residents could get put on scut but apparently they could be. Something about her looking like she hadn't slept the night before and Addison not being here. Which was actually more odd than being told she looked like crap. She felt like crap. She felt like quiet possibly a truck had hit her. And Addison was MIA. That was strange. Addison never missed work. Except for her honeymoon. That was the only time in recent history Meredith could remember Addison not being at work. Except today. Addison was MIA today. Bailey had said something about her taking a personal day, and then suggesting Meredith do the same. Not that she needed a personal day. She didn't. She felt like crap, but she could work. Even if it meant scut. Scut sucked but at least it was work. Besides if she went home for a personal day Derek would want to come home with her because he would be worried. And there was nothing to worry about. She was stressed, her life was a ball of stress and it left her feeling like crap. Going home wouldn't help. Going home would give her time to think and that's not what she needed. She needed to work and be productive. And not worry about her and Derek or the fact that Hannah had had her first fight with Jenny, and definitely not about Mark and Addison. Except now she couldn't help but worry about Mark and Addison. Because Addison had taken a personal day. Not a sick day. A personal day. It was all very strange. And once she talked to Derek about this, she could be on scut, which hopefully would distract her from the dull nausea that had hit that morning. "What are you doing here?" Derek asked as she walkied into his office. "I'm on scut," she groaned, falling into a chair. "Scut? Why?" Derek frowned, getting out of his chair and walking over to the other side of his desk. "Besides the fact that I apparently look like crap?" she sighed. "Addie took a personal day. Or personal days. She's MIA." "She...what?" "She took today and tomorrow off," Meredith reported. "She never takes a day off. Ever." "Exactly. But she took today and tomorrow. Personal days." "Personal?" "That's what Bailey said. Is Mark here?" "I don't know," Derek sighed. "His name isn't on the board." "At all?" she frowned. "He was talking about skin grafts two days ago." "I know," Derek frowned. "I figured...it got cancelled or something but if Addie's not here..." "Do you think...I mean, do you think everything's okay?" "I don't know," he sighed, picking up his phone and quickly dialing Mark's number before hanging up a minute later. "He's not in his office." "Did he say anything to you about taking a personal day?" Meredith asked, taking a deep breath to calm her stomach. "No," he shook his head. "Is your stomach still bugging you?" "Just a little," she shrugged. "Okay," he sighed, running his hand through his hair. "Der...you're doing the freaking out thing." "Yeah, I am," he nodded. "Something is up, Mer." "I know," she sighed, getting out of the chair to stand next to him, her hand gently rubbing his arm. "He hasn't said a word. He's...he's my best friend and he hasn't said a word." "Then maybe it's not a big deal," she whispered. "Maybe they're taking a personal day to...I don't know, work through their issues or whatever. Or just having sex all day. That's a Mark thing to do." "He wouldn't cancel surgeries for that," he shook his head. "And he'd be bragging like an idiot." "True," she murmured. "Addie's sick...what does that even mean?" "I don't know. She didn't...I've been working with her for the past two weeks. She seems fine." "That's...good," he nodded. "I mean...that would be good, right?" "I guess...I mean, she seemed distracted a little. And a little off but...I mean, fine. Better than me.' "I'm not one hundred percent sure how good that is," he sighed. "Sorry," she breathed. "Trying to help." "I know you are," he smiled sadly. "Der, I'm sure everything is fine," she tried. "I don't see how it could be," he sighed. "They never take a personal day, ever." "So today they did," she murmured. "Maybe...wine country. They went to wine country and Mark didn't tell you because he didn't want you to think he was stealing your idea or something." "Mer...its not...Mark, he's not spontaneous like that. He doesn't....we both know there's been something up with them." "I know," she breathed, resting her head against his shoulder. "Something's been wrong and now...now they're not here." "Mark told you everything was okay." "Yes. He sounded like you." "Which is...weird. But he wouldn't lie, Der." "He might. If it was bad and he didn't want me to worry, didn't want my sympathy. You know my family, Mer. If something was wrong and he told them, they'd be all over them. Of course he wouldn't say anything." "True. But...I mean, if it was big. Really, really big...you two tell each other everything. Which sounds girly and he'd kick my ass but it's true." "I know but...I didn't tell him about...our mess. He has no idea." "Mess?" she frowned. "It's not…it's not a mess." "It kind of is," he sighed. "No...we're...we're not a mess," she shook her head quickly, which somehow only managed to make the nausea feel a little worse. "Anyway, the point is...Mark and Addison. They're MIA." "I know," he groaned. "I...should we head over there?" "I don't know if that's a good idea." "I don't....we could...help." "Derek, I really think it's a bad idea," she sighed. "If something is wrong then...they might be taking the day off to process it or something." "Yeah but he's...he's...my best friend." "I know. I just...they...if Addie's sick, like really sick then..." "Oh god...this could be...bad, really really bad." "Derek, no," Meredith shook her head. "No. It's...it could be nothing. It could be them...being I don't know. But bad...it's not bad. It's just them taking a couple days off and if something is wrong then...they'll tell us. Eventually. They have to tell us." "I know," he nodded, moving to pace around the room. "I know...if it's anything they have to let us in on it. They can't keep whatever it is secret forever and they'll tell us and then we'll know. And we can do something then. We can help them deal with it because Mark's my brother and probably my third favourite person alive so we'll help them. Oh god, I sound like you." "You kind of do," she giggled slightly. "It's just...he's happy, Mer," Derek sighed. "He's finally happy. No one ever expected him to settle down and he did. He's happy and in love and if something is wrong...that would be...bad. I don't even know how to help." "Derek, they've been having problems," she said gently. "And they're just starting to talk again and...I mean, this could be nothing. This could be small and not a big deal." "Or it could be huge." "Derek..." "Meredith, we don't know. We don't know. This could be...really bad. He's not here. She's not here. They pratically live here." "I know," she sighed, reaching for his hand as he paced by her. "I don't know what to do, Mer," he sighed, stopping in front of her. "Just...I think we have to wait," she sighed, pulling him towards her and wrapping her arms around his neck. "I think that's all...and it sucks but...I think that's what we have to do." "Yeah," he murmured, leaning into her. "He's my best friend and I don't even know what's wrong. And I don't know what to do to help. Unless it's a brain tumor, I can't help." "It's not a brain tumor, Derek." "We don't actually know that." "Mark would have asked you for help if he thought it was a brain tumor." "Unless they think it's inoperable." "They'd ask you." "Yeah...you...you probably have a point," he sighed. "I'm just...I feel lost." "It's going to be okay, Derek," she whispered. "How are you so calm?" "Because if I freak out, you'll freak out. And I think if I freak out and start pacing I might throw up. So...I'm sticking with calm until we know more." "Is your stomach that bad?" he frowned. "It's getting better," she sighed. "I should probably eat something. Or just...it's getting better." "Crackers," he suggested. "Crackers," she nodded. "I'll...I'll get some crackers and soup at lunch. It's just stress." "I know. Which I hate." "It's fine," Meredith shook her head. "I'm a resident...I'm supposed to stress. And with everything else...I'm probably developing an ulcer or something. Did you try to call Mark on his cell?" "No," he sighed. "You think I should?" "It couldn't hurt...if he answers, just ask him where he is. If he doesn't...leave a message." "Good idea," he nodded, pulling his cell phone off his hip and dialing a number quickly, holding it for a few minutes as it rang. "It's me. I'm just...you're not here and neither is Addison. So Mer and I were just wondering...if there's anything you need, if you need to talk...you know my number of whatever. And I know you don't want to talk but...I'm here. In a manly way. Bye." "You two are so weird," Meredith smiled, rolling her eyes. "How was that weird?" "In a manly way," she said lightly, deepening her voice slightly to try to match his. "Well...saying I'm here sounds kind of gay, Mer." "Of course it does," she sighed, resting her forehead against his chest. "You better never get sick. Ever." "Even a cold?" "Okay, maybe a cold. But not sick sick." "We don't even know if she's sick sick, Derek." "I know." "Hannah said Mark said Addie would be fine "She did say that," Derek sighed. "So breathe before you give yourself a heart attack," she murmured, rubbing her hand over his chest. "I'm not going to give myself a heart attack." "It's a phrase." "I know," he sighed, kissing her quickly. "Sorry I'm freaking out." "He's your friend. You get to freak out a little.' "He's my brother." "Which means you get to freak out even more. And I'll join you later." "Good. I'm not supposed to be the one freaking out." "It's a little strange." "It really is. I think the world has been thrown off axes or something." "Probably," she giggled slightly. "Hmmm...I should go do charts or something scut-like." "Are you actually not up for real work?" "I'm good with real work," she nodded. "But Bailey...you know Bailey." "Go do scut. I'll try to steal you back." "Seriously?" she grinned. "Seriously," he nodded. "Scuts not going to help you relax." "True," Meredith nodded. "But you are putting yourself in Bailey's warpath or whatever. She sounded like she was going to talk to you about keeping me at home or whatever." "But you're not actually sick," he frowned. "I'm not going to keep you home because your stomach feels off." "She also said something about not sleeping. And my stomach feels better. Mostly." "Good." "But I'm definitely up for real work." "I'll see what I can do," he nodded. "It's been a while since I worked with my favourite resident." "Then you go talk to Bailey," she smiled widely, kissing him quickly. "And I'll do scut-like things." "You do that," he laughed, kissing her again. "They'll be fine, right?" "They'll be fine." "Hmmm..." he frowned slightly, pressing his forehead against hers. "Go do your thing...hopefully I'll be paging you soon." "Hopefully," she murmured. "Don't freak out, Der. They'll be fine." "I know," he sighed, kissing her quickly. "Thanks." "You're welcome," she murmured against his lips. "I'll see you later." "Definitely. Soonish." "Good," she smiled. "Love you." "Love you too," he grinned. Meredith flashed one more smile at him over her shoulder before leaving his office, finally letting her hands shake a little. Because Mark and Addison had both taken personal days, which never happened. They had taken personal days and Addie was apparently sick and...it was scary. And she was definitely freaking out. She just couldn't let him see her freaking out or he'd really freak out. And he couldn't really freak out because she really didn't need the extra stress right now. That would be bad, really bad. Even if her stomach was starting to feel better and she was apparently not going to be forced to stay in scut all day, it didn't mean she needed her husband completely freaking out. So she'd stay calm. And they'd be okay. They had to be. If it was bad, they would have told them. Have heart my dear We're bound to be afraid Even if it's just for a few days


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