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rykemeadow · 6 months

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Lexie Grey and Mark Sloan in Grey's Anatomy 05X13 Stairway to Heaven (2008)

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oneshotnewbie · 6 months

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Hi, i was wondering if you would write one about Amelia Shepherd as your foster mom or motherly sister - you have anorexia and she is admitting you to the psych ward against your will. meredith is there to support her and you.

Authors note: I'm sorry there wasn't a new story yesterday, but I had another recurring episode of a migraine and it really weighed me down.

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In the dark corridor of the psychiatric hospital, the footsteps of the neurosurgeon and the general surgeon echoed as the two hesitantly walked towards the closed door of your temporary stay, Meredith's arm reassuringly placed on the brunette's shoulder. The dim beam of light from the bulb above the door was the only glow at the end of the dark hallway, reflected off the peeling walls. Amelia's heart was pounding in her chest as she gripped the cold metal handle of the door that separated you from her.

She slowly opened the door and entered the room, which was filled with a diffuse light from the bedside lamp. "Hey, sweetheart. I have brought you a visitor," she spoke to you calmly, scrunching her nose as the smell of disinfectant and suppressed suffering crawled into her sinuses. In the corner of the room you sat, curled up on your bed with your legs pulled up to your chest. "Go away, I do not want to see you," you spoke, your gaze was empty, your eyes seemed tired and expressionless as a faint shadow of past joy of life crossed your face.

Amelia hesitated for a moment before approaching the bed. Her hand shook as she gently took your hand. She felt the cold of your skin and the pressure of your fingers weakly recoil and move away from her, sliding further into the corner. Tears welled up in her eyes as she carefully backed away even though she just wanted to hold on to your hand and cling to it so as not to fall into the abyss herself. "Please, y/n.. I love you and missed you," she began to speak quietly, Amelia's words full of pain and desperation. "and you know that bringing you here was the only right decision,"

You were trapped in your world, your sister´s words seeming opaque and incomprehensible as she spoke of the constant fear that tormented her when you stopped eating in your dark hours and were no longer the person she once knew. "You dragged me here and left me with strangers who were supposed to help me. When all I really needed was MY SISTER!" Another grab for your knee vanished into thin air as you evaded away from her touch and her hand instead reached back towards Meredith, who had not said a word yet but was holding a bag that the brunette had brought for you.

With tears in her eyes and shaking hands, she pulled out some personal items and began decorating your new room for the next few months to calm herself down. Amelia had no idea what to say, she felt incredibly guilty. She carefully placed these items on the nightstand next to the bed, as if she wanted to leave a piece of her lost sister behind. Photos of happy times, some books you recently bought and a diary where you once wrote down your dreams and hopes. "Amelia, is it okay if you leave us alone for a moment?" Meredith's bright voice broke through the cramped silence that was almost unbearable and the brunette nodded groggily but thankfully before slowly turning away, her eyes full of pain and helplessness.

With one last, loving look at you, she left the room and closed the door behind her. The click of the door lock echoed through the empty hallway, and behind it she burst into tears as she leaned against the cold wall and slid painfully down. In that moment she knew she had made the right decision, even though it broke her heart that you turned her away. Amelia had placed you in the care of professionals in the hope that you would find help there, but the pain and sadness of seeing you in this fragile and self-destructive state would stay with her forever.

But she also knew that you would both get through this and that you would eventually thank her for saving your life. And as she pulled herself together and walked down the hallway of the hospital into the parking lot, she could not stop wondering what was currently going on in that room with Meredith and you. Meanwhile, Meredith retreated to your room with you, the atmosphere charged and tense as you nervously folded your hands over your thighs. She sat down next to you and gently placed a hand on your shoulder. "I know this is all very new and very difficult for you. You are probably feeling very hurt, angry and alone, but I want you to understand that your sister never intended to harm you," she began to speak slowly, her hand moving to your face to brush a stray strand of hair from your pale face and tuck it behind your ear. "She loves you more than words can express and she did everything she could to help you."

You hesitantly let her touch you, hurt that she also agreed to your Amelia´s decision and helped her register and accommodate you here. "But then why did she put me in this psychiatric hospital? Why she did not try to help me if she loves me so much?"

"Sometimes, my love, life is not as easy as we wish it to be. Amelia was desperate. She saw how much you suffered, how much you had changed and how you were destroying yourself in front of her eyes. She just knew no more how she could help you. Your sister tried everything, but it felt like nothing was helping and she did not want you to continue to be trapped in this darkness. That seemed to her the only way out to make sure that you Get the support and care you need."

After her speech, you burst into utter tears. Meredith took off her shoes and crawled on all fours to you. She quickly pulled you closer to her, pushing your head into her lap where you clung to her thighs. "But I feel so alone here. I am scared and I miss Amelia and you so much." She stroked your hair comfortingly, gently wiping your cheeks with her thumb every now and then to catch your tears. Her other hand searched for yours, fingers intertwining with yours. "Remember that you are not alone here. The people here will help you and I will always be there for you. I am just a call or a text away and if you want, I can come here with your sister every day after work and spend time with you so that you do not feel alone for at least a few hours.“

"I do not want to blame her but it hurts so much to be here," you admitted quietly, turning your head so that you could look into her eyes from below. A small smile crept onto her lips and she nudged your nose before starting to speak again. "It is okay to have these feelings, to be angry and sad. But please also understand that she acted out of love, even if it does not feel like it in that moment. She did not want you to suffer.“

You lowered your head back to her thighs as you thought about Meredith's words. A spark of understanding glowed in your eyes, and despite the pain, you felt a tiny bit of relief. It was a first step on the road to healing that gave the blonde hope.

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parkersfolklore · 10 months

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with speak now (taylor’s version) coming out today let’s remember them because they are this song

#taylor swift #taylorswift #speak now #speak now taylor’s version #speak now tv #greys anatomy #greysanatomy #jackson avery #april kepner #japril

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hotticuslincoln · 1 month

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#grey's anatomy #20x01 #jolink #jo wilson #atticus lincoln #jo and link #greysanatomy #my gifs #we're gonna work out

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nursebambi · 5 months

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If you've found this post, it is because you are part of a fandom. We all know what it's like to have a show end without doing justice to the storylines and characters we've grown to love, and it's terrible. It would mean the world to Station 19 fans if you could take a minute to sign our petition and strengthen our fight to keep it on the air. Station 19 regularly tackles social issues and features numerous POC and queer characters in a time where representation is scarce and TV is dominated by reality shows. It would be devestating to lose even more quality content. Thank you.

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love-memories · 1 year

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Algumas feridas levamos conosco, pois embora o corte já tenha desaparecido, a dor ainda permanece.

- Grey’s Anatomy.

#greysanatomy

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msjemmxswift · 2 years

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"this love left a permanent mark this love is glowing in the dark these hands had to let it go free and this love came back to me."

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grxysgifs · 1 year

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#meredith grey gif #meredith grey #merder #merder gif #viral #greysanatomy #matching merder #derekshepherd #derekshepherdgif #patrickdempsey #patrickdempseygif

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sapphirebluejewel · 8 months

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Endless List of Characters I Love - Stephanie Edwards

"Be worthy of being believed in."

#greysanatomy #greys anatomy #grey's anatomy #stephanie edwards #she wanted to be doctor to help people and herself and all she got was hurt #people walked all over her #she got left for april and her bf died #sapphirebluejewel

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rxckfordpeach · 2 years

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Why the FUCK are they so hot?

#er fightmaster #nonbinary #actors #greysanatomy #grey's anatomy #kai bartley

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icantdrawfaces · 5 months

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“Oh, Screw Beautiful. I’m Brilliant. If You Want To Appease Me, Compliment My Brain." – Cristina Yang

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sweaterregrets · 2 years

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🩸🔪 LIKE to charge and REBLOG to receive dream cosmetic surgery 🔪 🩸

💉I Manifest Bulk Billed Body Horror

💉Bonesaw IS Board Certified MD 👩‍⚕️

💉BBL= Brockton Bay Lifestyle 😤🍑

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#worm #parahumans #brocktober #brocktobers2 #affirmations #manifest #beforeandafter #helvetica #keto #greysanatomy #medical marijuana #obamacare

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oneshotnewbie · 2 years

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Grey's Anatomy, Jo's sister is/was in an abusive relationship and tries to hide it from Jo, but Alex finds out because she is running to him after her boyfriend snapped again?

Tired and confused, with the hood pulled over your head to shield your battered face from the outside world and your bloody hands hidden in your pockets, you walked through the rainy streets of Seattle. Coldness permeated your body - you just had a light blouse and an torn leather jacket on.

You didn't had enough time to grab a real jacket, you just wanted to get out. Another argument between you and your violent boyfriend had escalated and ended for you in the bath of your own blood.

Blood. Your white blouse underneath the jacket was already soaked in the red liquid pouring out of the gash on your upper abdomen. You stopped under an lantern and pulled your hands out of your pockets to wipe something off your face before you stopped in your tracks and looked at the scratches and bruises that were already forming on them.

The sight alone was enough to turn your stomach upside down and you slowly put your trembling hands into your pockets again as you walked further.

You carefully chose side streets, even though they were the most dangerous at this time. You were too scared that a patrol car would see you and bring you back. It would be your death.

Your feet steered you to the familiar house. You walked up the small stairs to the door and rang the bell. You knew that your sister wouldn't be home having a night shift and that was a good thing; you didn't want her to know what was happening behind closed doors.

You just needed a safe place to stay for tonight.

Holding a hand on your wound, you leaned against the door frame and waited for it to be opened. You noticed how your legs slowly gave up and the corners of your eyes became darker. Just before you wanted to leave, you heard loud footsteps in the apartment. The door opened and two shocked hazelnut brown eyes looked at you in disbelief.

"Alex.." you whispered in an suppressed voice while slowly losing the strength to stand. "Please help me."

Immediately he crossed the last few inches that stood between you and caught you just in time before you doubled over in pain. Your brother-in-law carefully put his arms around you and took you to his apartment where he gently laid you on the couch. "What the hell happened to you, Y/n?!". Slowly he knelt down in front of you, one hand grabbing the sides of your hood and pressing it away from your face, letting him gain access to it.

"He tried to kill me." you stuttered as you started crying.

His eyes wide open as he inhaled sharply from the first second when he saw the blood on your face slowly dripping down to your neck area. His first thought was to call your sister and ask her to come over right away, but it disappeared when he understood that you and first aid had priority. "Who, Y/n?"

His hand gently laying on your hair, he took a few lost hair strands from your face and inspected individual wounds. The ones on your face weren't that deep, the blood had already stopped and the remains on your skin were already starting to dry. The black eye was a case for a cold pack and the split lip just needed a tiny swab with a healing cream.

"Mike."

He stopped his movements immediately when the name fell and his eyes met yours. The brown gradually darkened and his cheeks became redder as he pressed his teeth together and his lips formed into a line; he was seething with anger inside.

His hand, which he hid in front of the sofa so you wouldn't see, was placed into a fist as a way to control his anger for the moment. His knuckles turned white at the thought that this clenched fist collided with the face of your hopefully now ex-boyfriend before his sight caught your hand, which was still holding your side.

"What's under there?" he asked but no answer came. Your eyes were fixated on him as your tears that fell like a light waterfall over your cheeks, washed the blood stains from your face, not even dare to speak a word. "Let me see?"

With a nod in agreement, he proceeded to pull down the zipper of your jacket to gain access. He was shocked at the sight of the huge blood stain and without hesitation ran into the bathroom to get some things he needed. "I need to open your shirt. I need to see what is going on underneath."

"Okay." you stuttered behind heavy breaths as you closed your eyes to look away. You couldn't take blood, just the red liquid on your hands made you sick.

While he patched you up, you lay there motionless and let your thoughts wander. The adrenaline disappeared with every minute you let Alex take care of you and with ever swipe of his fingers you winced in pain. "I am almost done. Hold still, please."

"You need to promise me something." you added when you tried to turn the subject off of what was happening. You realized, what you had done. You ran to your sister's husband for help. You told him what happened and you didn't even lied. You were in her apartment, lying on her couch, bleeding. And she was never allowed to find out about it.

"Anything, baby girl."

You swallowed hard before biting your lip as the disinfectant hit another open wound. Between gritted teeth you could only utter short, gasping words. "You can't tell my sister. You can't tell her what happened and that I was even here."