"Almost There, Going Nowhere"
Part: 4/?
Pairing: Maddison
Description: Post Season 3. Addison leaves for L.A. hoping that no one will get in her way of finding a new life.
Rating: Harmless yet again.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: Turbulent days, last goodbyes, and last ditch attempts.
Previous parts can be found inside.
Enjoy!
Part 1: There's been too many days of trying.
Part 2: Dancing in circles, making me sick.
Part 3: Too late to learn from experience.
A/N: So another chapter up. That's all I've got and a major thanks to my beta who helped my save this chapter from the cutting room floor. Enjoy and let me know what you think. Thanks!
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Morning sadness
So we meet again
Pack your bags 'cause we're leaving
It's the only way
To untie the pain
From a heart that has suffered
It's the only way
To untie the pain
From a mind that is strangled
-Madina Lake- “Morning Sadness"
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Awaking early after nearly no sleep has left her a little more than cranky. Her body aches from last nights adventures and serves to torture her in the remembrance of shaking limbs and worst goodbyes in the history of the world. She is thankful however that no one else stopped by last night, and thankful that Mark had enough sense to stay away.
She searches through the remaining clothes in the closet and decides upon something simple for her last day. Heading towards the bathroom she can’t help but take one last look at the bed that has seen more tears than any other piece of furniture in her life.
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Slowly her shaking hands disappear into her suitcase and drag out the formal resignation that was typed between patients, surgeries, and charts just the day before.
“Addison.” Her mentor shakes his head in sadness but not disbelief. He places her resignation letter on his desk while trying to get things to settle in his spinning head.
“You said it best Richard. If I need a job to give me a life then I either need a new job or a new life. In this case I pick both.”
“I know what I said, thank you. I just didn’t assume it would be the very next day. Have you thought about this at all? Do you know what kind of a position this puts me in?” He motions for her to join him on the couch that used to occupy his own sleeping place.
Sitting she relaxes slightly and pulls one knee over the other clasping her hands upon them. “I am sure. I have thought about it since the moment I set foot in the airport that night.”
“I could hold you to your contract you know.”
“You wouldn’t keep me here.” But the look in his eyes say something entirely different, “Would you?”
“We had an agreement Addison.” His voice tries to gain strength and dexterity.
“I know that, and believe me I am sorry. Leaving two great hospitals in one year for personal reasons is not exactly something that I want my resume to have to embrace but I need to do this. I just can’t stand to be here anymore. I am sorry though, you have done a lot for me and I don’t want you to think that it wasn’t appreciated while I was making a circus out of your OR floor.” She means every single word, especially the bit about the circus because she has done more crazy things here than she ever would have provided she stayed in New York.
“Life is hard. You do things that you never thought you could see yourself doing, things that I could never see you doing. Honestly.” He pauses ever so slightly.
“Honestly the things and stunts you pulled while you were out here were less than desirable. Because of those personal issues your work suffered and I know that you know that as well as I do. We had many squabbles this last year. Please forward your resignation to the board and sign off on all of your patients by 4 o’clock this afternoon. You will have until tomorrow to get your things out and your paperwork finished.”
“Thank you Richard.” She can’t seem to find a way to make the situation any lighter and she can’t find a way through his rage so she merely stands up and offers her hand.
He shakes his head and places his hand in his pocket. “I never thought you would disappoint me like this Addison.” He turns back to the paperwork on his desk and she reaches the door before the tears make their way down her face.
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She spends the rest of the day in a blur of c-sections, charts, and ignorance of the gossip around her. Seems like someone couldn’t keep their mouths shut and her dream of a quiet and quick exit is short lived.
“So you are giving up?”
“Excuse me?”
“Heard you were headed out, sad to see that you can’t handle it anymore.” Alex leans up against the counter that she is trying to focus her concentration on.
“It really isn’t any of your business but, yes, I am leaving. Today is my last day. You I am sure are thrilled to be released from my service so you can go gallivant with your patient.”
Turning quiet he faces her quickly, “I never found her. I didn’t want her, you were wrong.”
“That seems to be a common theme in my life.” She turns her back on him and makes her way for the next patient’s room hoping that he isn’t trying to say what she thinks he is.
“Dr. Montgomery!” He is pacing after her trying his best to avoid a scene as she hastily re-routes herself and enters an on-call room.
She slams the door shut and rests her head against the back of it taking slow, deep deliberate breaths. Suddenly she is being pushed forward as Alex storms in behind her.
“You run away from everything?”
“We have sex in an on-call room for what 20 minutes and now suddenly you think you know me?” It may have stung a little but she is tired of the men in her life.
“I know you.” He goes to the bed and sits slumping forward with his hands on his knees.
“You have no idea. I am still your boss and you have no right to speak to me this way. Good day Dr. Karev.” She turns and heads for the door.
“How do you do it?”
“Do what?” She replies in an annoyed tone as her patience is wearing thin.
“Nothing, never mind. I’m out of line as usual.”
“No, ask me. Go ahead. We have already blurred the professional and personal line so ask.” She stomps her heel into the floor and takes a step forward towering over him.
“How do you pretend that nothing happened? I mean how do you go about pretending that everything in your life is exactly the way you want it? How do you march around here all smug knowing what you know?” It is a little deep for him even. He decides that since she is leaving tomorrow there is no harm, no foul. Besides if she ever told anyone they wouldn’t believe her and she doesn’t seem to be the type to randomly throw this situation into a conversation.
She hesitates briefly before replying, “It keeps me sane to pretend. Living in a world that isn’t ripping at the seams keeps me sane at work. I have to be able to do my job Karev, simple as that.” She turns around and quietly opens the door and steps back out knowing that she really doesn’t do as good of a job as her stupid intern tends to believe.
“Simple as that.” He allows the rest of his body to lie against his knees and sighs heavily. He wants to let go and connect with someone, with anything and his only chance walked out the door.
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He watches from the nurse’s station as Addison makes her way out of the on-call room followed a short time later followed by Karev. He thinks he is having some sort of awful deja-vu moment that he can’t shake out of. He contemplates beating the shit out of the young intern right there in the hall but thinks better of it because he still has to go to work everyday. So instead he rounds the corner following her retreating figure only to find Derek standing at the end of the hall gently holding her arm as she looks away from him. He can’t catch a break so he watches from his place shielded by a rack of medical supplies.
“Derek, please I have patients.”
“I’m sorry. I want you to know that I am sorry, so sorry Addison. All of it. All of the crap, the hell I put you through before and after New York. I’m sorry.”
“A little late for apologies Derek.”
“I understand that but I still had to say it.”
“Okay then. I should go this time. Patients.”
“Right.” He states as he lets go of the lab coated arm he is holding but she doesn’t move. She stares into his eyes intently and while shaking her head ever so slightly her lips part into a smile. “What?”
“It is funny how things end.”
He nods in agreeance, not exactly sure he is following. “Yeah, I guess it is.”
She takes one small step backwards and simply states, “I don’t love you anymore.”
“Ok.” He tentatively adds.
“I thought I always would and I mean I love you, I do but I am not in love with you. You should be with Meredith. I can’t believe I am saying that to you. Anyway I should go, stay in touch Derek.”
“I will, I promise.”
“Don’t promise me things, it is safer that way.”
“Deal.” She stays put for a moment and he sees Mark approaching them as he begins his journey down the hall free of a little baggage. He stops just short of the corner in order to observe the OR Board and decides to stay there momentarily.
“Addie?” His throat unintentionally cracks as she keeps walking. He has run through the things he could say to her about five hundred times and has decided that he may as well just let it out. Reminding her that she broke the bet will only make her angry and embarrassed, telling her that she is stupid to leave will start a fight in the middle of the hospital, and while he isn’t sure this tactic won’t start a nuclear war it is all he has got. “Addison, please stop.” She does, to his surprise and stands within Derek’s earshot waiting for him to catch up.
“What Mark? I am just trying to work through my last day peacefully and instead I am met with all kinds of resistance. So what is it that you need?”
“I don’t want you to leave.” He shuffles his tennis shoes on the tile making a squeaking sound.
“I have to leave.”
“No. You could stay, we can be friends. Please just stay, I really need you around here.” It is an open statement and he is scared that she will do her usual best to rip out his heart and puncture it with one of her heels.
“I have to go. You don’t listen, I have to. You will be fine.”
“I’m afraid I won’t be. You don’t have to go. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”
She takes a step closer to the fragile man before her and drops her voice slightly so that the nurses who are watching intently won’t be able to make out any of her words. “Mark, this city drives me insane. I wake up every morning and get into my car hoping that someone will slip on the inevitably wet roads and slam into my car so that I don’t have to keep breathing for this worthless life. I want to jump off the roof when I go up there for lunch and sometimes I secretly hope that someone will just pull the trigger already because I am living for nothing. This is it, this is my life. I have to leave.”
“Yeah.” He doesn’t understand or agree but is merely interrupting up her speech a little so she doesn’t break down. It helps he notices but then again he notices a lot of things about her that she will never get to know.
“I feel like I have a death wish and that isn’t right. Is it stupid, self-pitying, and ridiculous? Sure, but I feel that way and I shouldn’t. If I leave I give myself the chance to enjoy life again because right now, here in this hospital, I am on auto-pilot saying all the right things and operating to occupy my time until I have to go home to a hotel and drink away my sorrows.” She steps back hoping that he is catching some form of a drift.
“You shouldn’t feel that way. You deserve better than that.” She does; she always has but she just never had the right man to show her that. “All I can do is ask you to stay. It doesn’t have to be like that from now on, I swear.”
“No, I won’t. Goodbye Mark.” She turns and walks toward Derek. She joins him in his quest of searching the board in hopes of amusement.
“Damn it.” He scowls under his breath as he begins walking forward again. He is going to have to say it. He really didn’t want to. “Addison.” He calls out because she is still a little ways off but she doesn’t move her head or acknowledge his presence. “Addison, I love you.” She turns her head in horror to meet his eyes as the rest of the floor has started to pay attention to the scene. “You can’t leave because I love you. Still. Always. If you go…..I just need a chance to show you how much I love you. Please give me that.”
She stalks three feet forward to meet him defiantly before she holds up her hand. “Don’t say that.”
Just to annoy her he continues on and mouths the words again before his cheek is meet with the palm of her right hand. “Ouch.” He grabs at his face and rubs the spot that she smacked too lightly.
“You are a big baby. It didn’t hurt that much.” She stops and tries to align he next statement correctly. “And don’t say that, it isn’t true and you know it.” She pleads, “Let me be.”
He sets his eyes until she will look at him. “I meant every single word. You shouldn’t beat people for saying they love you, it isn’t very polite. Your mother should have taught you better than that.”
“Well she didn’t, so go away.” Her tone is fierce and he knows better than to push the subject any farther. He turns away defeated but still hoping that his message got through. He has about a one in a million shot of her actually sticking around but the risk is always worth it.
She heads back down the hall reaching Derek once again who adds, “You know, for what it is worth, even though I still hate him….. There is nothing quite as sincere as despair. He means it. I know he does.”
“Well I don’t love him either.” She tromps off to find her next patient trying to will the gods that be to let the last two hours of her day go perfectly because she can’t handle anymore before she boards her plane tonight. “Despair is sincere.” She pushes he mouth together and forces the air out while digging for a pen in her pocket. “Right.”
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She awakens to a loud ringing sound that can only be her wake up call. She rubs her eyes, tries to get the hair off of her face and reaches for the phone. She politely thanks the man and hangs up looking around her near empty room before the sadness sets in.
She spends her last day at the hospital outright avoiding anyone who dares to cross her path. She shares, to her relief, a tearful goodbye with Richard filled with promises of keeping in touch and sentiments meant for only their ears.
She finds herself periodically peering over at Mark to make sure that the glowing red mark her hand left was simply in a dream. It was all a dream, he isn’t talking to her today and Derek isn’t anywhere to be found. Not that she would tell him that after last night she doesn’t love him but still she feels that a proper goodbye should be in place before she leaves. He is, after all, the entire reason she stayed out here and goodbye sex isn’t going to do it on this one.
The hallucination that took place the night before has lead her to finishing her work early and trying to get out of that hospital with as much dignity as she can muster. She ignores Callie and Miranda and she hides behind charts after requesting that she not have an intern for the day. As she finishes up her paperwork and puts her things into a box she feels a sense of melancholy wash over her. Never in her life did she think that things would head down this road, but it is time to cut her loses and move on with life. The new plan starts tonight.
Part 5: Just one more plane ride and it's done.
Pairing: Maddison
Description: Post Season 3. Addison leaves for L.A. hoping that no one will get in her way of finding a new life.
Rating: Harmless yet again.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: Turbulent days, last goodbyes, and last ditch attempts.
Previous parts can be found inside.
Enjoy!
Part 1: There's been too many days of trying.
Part 2: Dancing in circles, making me sick.
Part 3: Too late to learn from experience.
A/N: So another chapter up. That's all I've got and a major thanks to my beta who helped my save this chapter from the cutting room floor. Enjoy and let me know what you think. Thanks!
~-~-~-~-~-~
Morning sadness
So we meet again
Pack your bags 'cause we're leaving
It's the only way
To untie the pain
From a heart that has suffered
It's the only way
To untie the pain
From a mind that is strangled
-Madina Lake- “Morning Sadness"
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Awaking early after nearly no sleep has left her a little more than cranky. Her body aches from last nights adventures and serves to torture her in the remembrance of shaking limbs and worst goodbyes in the history of the world. She is thankful however that no one else stopped by last night, and thankful that Mark had enough sense to stay away.
She searches through the remaining clothes in the closet and decides upon something simple for her last day. Heading towards the bathroom she can’t help but take one last look at the bed that has seen more tears than any other piece of furniture in her life.
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Slowly her shaking hands disappear into her suitcase and drag out the formal resignation that was typed between patients, surgeries, and charts just the day before.
“Addison.” Her mentor shakes his head in sadness but not disbelief. He places her resignation letter on his desk while trying to get things to settle in his spinning head.
“You said it best Richard. If I need a job to give me a life then I either need a new job or a new life. In this case I pick both.”
“I know what I said, thank you. I just didn’t assume it would be the very next day. Have you thought about this at all? Do you know what kind of a position this puts me in?” He motions for her to join him on the couch that used to occupy his own sleeping place.
Sitting she relaxes slightly and pulls one knee over the other clasping her hands upon them. “I am sure. I have thought about it since the moment I set foot in the airport that night.”
“I could hold you to your contract you know.”
“You wouldn’t keep me here.” But the look in his eyes say something entirely different, “Would you?”
“We had an agreement Addison.” His voice tries to gain strength and dexterity.
“I know that, and believe me I am sorry. Leaving two great hospitals in one year for personal reasons is not exactly something that I want my resume to have to embrace but I need to do this. I just can’t stand to be here anymore. I am sorry though, you have done a lot for me and I don’t want you to think that it wasn’t appreciated while I was making a circus out of your OR floor.” She means every single word, especially the bit about the circus because she has done more crazy things here than she ever would have provided she stayed in New York.
“Life is hard. You do things that you never thought you could see yourself doing, things that I could never see you doing. Honestly.” He pauses ever so slightly.
“Honestly the things and stunts you pulled while you were out here were less than desirable. Because of those personal issues your work suffered and I know that you know that as well as I do. We had many squabbles this last year. Please forward your resignation to the board and sign off on all of your patients by 4 o’clock this afternoon. You will have until tomorrow to get your things out and your paperwork finished.”
“Thank you Richard.” She can’t seem to find a way to make the situation any lighter and she can’t find a way through his rage so she merely stands up and offers her hand.
He shakes his head and places his hand in his pocket. “I never thought you would disappoint me like this Addison.” He turns back to the paperwork on his desk and she reaches the door before the tears make their way down her face.
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She spends the rest of the day in a blur of c-sections, charts, and ignorance of the gossip around her. Seems like someone couldn’t keep their mouths shut and her dream of a quiet and quick exit is short lived.
“So you are giving up?”
“Excuse me?”
“Heard you were headed out, sad to see that you can’t handle it anymore.” Alex leans up against the counter that she is trying to focus her concentration on.
“It really isn’t any of your business but, yes, I am leaving. Today is my last day. You I am sure are thrilled to be released from my service so you can go gallivant with your patient.”
Turning quiet he faces her quickly, “I never found her. I didn’t want her, you were wrong.”
“That seems to be a common theme in my life.” She turns her back on him and makes her way for the next patient’s room hoping that he isn’t trying to say what she thinks he is.
“Dr. Montgomery!” He is pacing after her trying his best to avoid a scene as she hastily re-routes herself and enters an on-call room.
She slams the door shut and rests her head against the back of it taking slow, deep deliberate breaths. Suddenly she is being pushed forward as Alex storms in behind her.
“You run away from everything?”
“We have sex in an on-call room for what 20 minutes and now suddenly you think you know me?” It may have stung a little but she is tired of the men in her life.
“I know you.” He goes to the bed and sits slumping forward with his hands on his knees.
“You have no idea. I am still your boss and you have no right to speak to me this way. Good day Dr. Karev.” She turns and heads for the door.
“How do you do it?”
“Do what?” She replies in an annoyed tone as her patience is wearing thin.
“Nothing, never mind. I’m out of line as usual.”
“No, ask me. Go ahead. We have already blurred the professional and personal line so ask.” She stomps her heel into the floor and takes a step forward towering over him.
“How do you pretend that nothing happened? I mean how do you go about pretending that everything in your life is exactly the way you want it? How do you march around here all smug knowing what you know?” It is a little deep for him even. He decides that since she is leaving tomorrow there is no harm, no foul. Besides if she ever told anyone they wouldn’t believe her and she doesn’t seem to be the type to randomly throw this situation into a conversation.
She hesitates briefly before replying, “It keeps me sane to pretend. Living in a world that isn’t ripping at the seams keeps me sane at work. I have to be able to do my job Karev, simple as that.” She turns around and quietly opens the door and steps back out knowing that she really doesn’t do as good of a job as her stupid intern tends to believe.
“Simple as that.” He allows the rest of his body to lie against his knees and sighs heavily. He wants to let go and connect with someone, with anything and his only chance walked out the door.
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He watches from the nurse’s station as Addison makes her way out of the on-call room followed a short time later followed by Karev. He thinks he is having some sort of awful deja-vu moment that he can’t shake out of. He contemplates beating the shit out of the young intern right there in the hall but thinks better of it because he still has to go to work everyday. So instead he rounds the corner following her retreating figure only to find Derek standing at the end of the hall gently holding her arm as she looks away from him. He can’t catch a break so he watches from his place shielded by a rack of medical supplies.
“Derek, please I have patients.”
“I’m sorry. I want you to know that I am sorry, so sorry Addison. All of it. All of the crap, the hell I put you through before and after New York. I’m sorry.”
“A little late for apologies Derek.”
“I understand that but I still had to say it.”
“Okay then. I should go this time. Patients.”
“Right.” He states as he lets go of the lab coated arm he is holding but she doesn’t move. She stares into his eyes intently and while shaking her head ever so slightly her lips part into a smile. “What?”
“It is funny how things end.”
He nods in agreeance, not exactly sure he is following. “Yeah, I guess it is.”
She takes one small step backwards and simply states, “I don’t love you anymore.”
“Ok.” He tentatively adds.
“I thought I always would and I mean I love you, I do but I am not in love with you. You should be with Meredith. I can’t believe I am saying that to you. Anyway I should go, stay in touch Derek.”
“I will, I promise.”
“Don’t promise me things, it is safer that way.”
“Deal.” She stays put for a moment and he sees Mark approaching them as he begins his journey down the hall free of a little baggage. He stops just short of the corner in order to observe the OR Board and decides to stay there momentarily.
“Addie?” His throat unintentionally cracks as she keeps walking. He has run through the things he could say to her about five hundred times and has decided that he may as well just let it out. Reminding her that she broke the bet will only make her angry and embarrassed, telling her that she is stupid to leave will start a fight in the middle of the hospital, and while he isn’t sure this tactic won’t start a nuclear war it is all he has got. “Addison, please stop.” She does, to his surprise and stands within Derek’s earshot waiting for him to catch up.
“What Mark? I am just trying to work through my last day peacefully and instead I am met with all kinds of resistance. So what is it that you need?”
“I don’t want you to leave.” He shuffles his tennis shoes on the tile making a squeaking sound.
“I have to leave.”
“No. You could stay, we can be friends. Please just stay, I really need you around here.” It is an open statement and he is scared that she will do her usual best to rip out his heart and puncture it with one of her heels.
“I have to go. You don’t listen, I have to. You will be fine.”
“I’m afraid I won’t be. You don’t have to go. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”
She takes a step closer to the fragile man before her and drops her voice slightly so that the nurses who are watching intently won’t be able to make out any of her words. “Mark, this city drives me insane. I wake up every morning and get into my car hoping that someone will slip on the inevitably wet roads and slam into my car so that I don’t have to keep breathing for this worthless life. I want to jump off the roof when I go up there for lunch and sometimes I secretly hope that someone will just pull the trigger already because I am living for nothing. This is it, this is my life. I have to leave.”
“Yeah.” He doesn’t understand or agree but is merely interrupting up her speech a little so she doesn’t break down. It helps he notices but then again he notices a lot of things about her that she will never get to know.
“I feel like I have a death wish and that isn’t right. Is it stupid, self-pitying, and ridiculous? Sure, but I feel that way and I shouldn’t. If I leave I give myself the chance to enjoy life again because right now, here in this hospital, I am on auto-pilot saying all the right things and operating to occupy my time until I have to go home to a hotel and drink away my sorrows.” She steps back hoping that he is catching some form of a drift.
“You shouldn’t feel that way. You deserve better than that.” She does; she always has but she just never had the right man to show her that. “All I can do is ask you to stay. It doesn’t have to be like that from now on, I swear.”
“No, I won’t. Goodbye Mark.” She turns and walks toward Derek. She joins him in his quest of searching the board in hopes of amusement.
“Damn it.” He scowls under his breath as he begins walking forward again. He is going to have to say it. He really didn’t want to. “Addison.” He calls out because she is still a little ways off but she doesn’t move her head or acknowledge his presence. “Addison, I love you.” She turns her head in horror to meet his eyes as the rest of the floor has started to pay attention to the scene. “You can’t leave because I love you. Still. Always. If you go…..I just need a chance to show you how much I love you. Please give me that.”
She stalks three feet forward to meet him defiantly before she holds up her hand. “Don’t say that.”
Just to annoy her he continues on and mouths the words again before his cheek is meet with the palm of her right hand. “Ouch.” He grabs at his face and rubs the spot that she smacked too lightly.
“You are a big baby. It didn’t hurt that much.” She stops and tries to align he next statement correctly. “And don’t say that, it isn’t true and you know it.” She pleads, “Let me be.”
He sets his eyes until she will look at him. “I meant every single word. You shouldn’t beat people for saying they love you, it isn’t very polite. Your mother should have taught you better than that.”
“Well she didn’t, so go away.” Her tone is fierce and he knows better than to push the subject any farther. He turns away defeated but still hoping that his message got through. He has about a one in a million shot of her actually sticking around but the risk is always worth it.
She heads back down the hall reaching Derek once again who adds, “You know, for what it is worth, even though I still hate him….. There is nothing quite as sincere as despair. He means it. I know he does.”
“Well I don’t love him either.” She tromps off to find her next patient trying to will the gods that be to let the last two hours of her day go perfectly because she can’t handle anymore before she boards her plane tonight. “Despair is sincere.” She pushes he mouth together and forces the air out while digging for a pen in her pocket. “Right.”
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She awakens to a loud ringing sound that can only be her wake up call. She rubs her eyes, tries to get the hair off of her face and reaches for the phone. She politely thanks the man and hangs up looking around her near empty room before the sadness sets in.
She spends her last day at the hospital outright avoiding anyone who dares to cross her path. She shares, to her relief, a tearful goodbye with Richard filled with promises of keeping in touch and sentiments meant for only their ears.
She finds herself periodically peering over at Mark to make sure that the glowing red mark her hand left was simply in a dream. It was all a dream, he isn’t talking to her today and Derek isn’t anywhere to be found. Not that she would tell him that after last night she doesn’t love him but still she feels that a proper goodbye should be in place before she leaves. He is, after all, the entire reason she stayed out here and goodbye sex isn’t going to do it on this one.
The hallucination that took place the night before has lead her to finishing her work early and trying to get out of that hospital with as much dignity as she can muster. She ignores Callie and Miranda and she hides behind charts after requesting that she not have an intern for the day. As she finishes up her paperwork and puts her things into a box she feels a sense of melancholy wash over her. Never in her life did she think that things would head down this road, but it is time to cut her loses and move on with life. The new plan starts tonight.
Part 5: Just one more plane ride and it's done.