Entering the cafeteria, I can’t help the sigh of relief that escapes my lips when I see no line at the coffee station. In a hospital, it’s rare to be able to grab a cup right away; normally you have to wait behind a line of blurry-eyed interns and nervous family members. But since my caffeine addiction has decided to rear its ugly head, I’m grateful for the quick service.
Before long, I’m sitting at one of the tables outside, feet propped up on a neighboring chair, iced coffee in hand. I flip through the charts I brought down with me. A break can never truly be a break, not here at Seattle Grace, and I’m less likely to be interrupted if I seem busy.
Nevertheless, before long I hear a, “Hello” ring through the noise of the cafeteria, coming from a person standing at my side. Startled, I look up.
After everything that’s happened today, I need a coffee. I need something to keep me sane, especially after Lillian was taken in for a CT. Having your child diagnosed with something as serious as a heart defect is, well, heartbreaking. At least she was diagnosed with something easily fixable, although, I can’t be the one to fix it.
With Henry watching over our sweet boy while he snores away, I slip down to the cafeteria to not only grab a coffee, but get some fresh air. Out of the corner of my eyes I see converse propped up on a chair. As eyes scan upward I realized that they belong to none other than Meredith Grey, who really deserves a proper thank you for putting up with my dog (and probably Derek’s incessant begging about getting a dog).
I walk up next to her, the most genuine smile that I can muster at this point upon my face, and let out a quiet, “Hello”. She looks a little spooked, quickly glancing up at me with a surprised expression. “I, um, just wanted to thank you for taking Lola last week.”