Song Ficlet - Number 8

Ready to Love - Ingrid Michaelson ft. Trent Dabbs. Requested by anon.

I poked my head through the on-call room door, hoping she would be in there. My eyes spotted her small frame curled up on one of the bottom bunks and I snuck into the room as quietly as possible. I slipped into bed behind her and wrapped my arm around her waist, she began to stir and gently ran her fingers up and down my forearm. 
“Hey” she smiled, her voice still heavy from sleep,
“I found you” I whispered kissing the back of her neck. She turned over so she was facing me and snuggled more into my chest. 
“I missed waking up like this” her voice was muffled against my skin but it made my heart swell with love.
“That makes two of us. How is your first day back?” I asked, trying not to sound too worried. It was her first day back since the surgery and as we had different shift times today, I secretly had Maggie and April texting me throughout the day with updates on how she was doing. For a week or so Bailey had been letting her do consults part-time, which Amelia hated, but today was her first full day back in her normal rotation.
“It’s fine I guess” she huffed, fiddling with the neck-line of my scrub top “DeLuca checks up on me every five minutes, offering me coffee and food, which is nice but damn it gets infuriating. Next thing I know he’s going to follow me into the bathroom. And Alex and Mer keep making tumour jokes, every time they make a mistake they always blame it on their imaginary tumours. I just wanted a short break from it all.” She sighed, her voice getting caught in her throat a little. My heart ached for her, it was already hard enough for her that she had to re-discover who she was without the tumour but now Alex and Mer were giving her a hard time about it – I thanked the Lord she had Maggie and April on her side.
“Do you want me to talk to Alex and Meredith about it?” I asked brushing a stray strand of hair away from her face, she shook her head against my chest but I still wasn’t convinced. This was bothering her more than she would admit but I wasn’t going to push her away by pushing for more information. “Anyway” I thought it best to change the conversation to something we would normally discuss “I pulled an all-nighter and couldn’t wait to get home and snuggle with you so the fact I found you and we can do this –“ she cut me off by crashing her lips onto mine. My hand pulled her by the back of her neck closer to me and I rolled so she was lying on top of me. Her hands held on to the collar of my scrub top as our tongues explored each others mouths. When she pulled away I was left breathless, a little confused but definitely wanting more,
“I’m sorry, you were saying” she smiled down at me biting her bottom lip a little, stray strands of her hair falling over her face and brushing my cheeks.
“Who me?” I grinned as she nodded “I… I wasn’t saying anything” I rolled us over so I was on top and kissed her again, she giggled into the kiss running her fingers through my head. I think we will be just fine in the long run.

I asked a friend (more just a school friend) who doesn’t know I have DID if he would be scared to meet someone with DID after seeing split and he said yes. Another friend told me her dad thinks people with DID are violent like how split shows…. so can people stop acting like works of fiction don’t effect how people think. They do. In fact I have heard several times there is scientific data that they do which I will try to find sources for in the morning. (Unless someone has them and can reblog adding them on) I just couldn’t sleep and wanted to make this quick post now.