Back Where You Belong
Prompt: I can imagine Stephanie going home to Amelia and telling her everything and Amelia comforting her and saying she’ll come back to work, can you do a little fic of this?
Author’s Note : I love this prompt Anon! I really felt for Stephanie when she cried in Richard’s arms after losing the little boy the latest episode. Phenomenal acting by Jerrika Hinton!
Disclaimer : This is written before 13x14 airs.
p.s. Special thanks goes out to dear Fran @francescabuccino for proofreading! <3
Stephanie Edwards walked in a daze out of the Seattle Grace Mercy West hospital doors. Each time she walked out of the doors after a shift, she would always feel a sense of pride and joy, a sense of accomplishment at being able to save yet another patient’s life.
This time though, it was different. She hung her head down dejectedly as she walked slowly back to her apartment. The truth be told, she was hoping for a huge hole to open up from beneath her and swallow her. Today, she, Stephanie Edwards, was a murderer. She had killed an innocent 9 year old boy. She couldn’t live with that. How could she carry on with her career after this?
The boy’s face kept appearing in her mind. His parent’s reactions upon being informed of his death- his mother’s wails of anguish were echoing in her ears. The poor couple did not deserve this. They had plans to go on a vacation with their son. And now, they would never go on another vacation with him. All because of a mistake she made. She took a boy away from his parents. It was just a laparoscopic cholecystectomy, a routine procedure with a very low mortality rate. She was so excited to be performing a solo surgery. How did she mess up, where exactly did she go wrong? The boy’s blood gushing out from his torn mesenteric artery would forever haunt her mind. She replayed the ways in which she could’ve avoided tearing the artery in her mind as she crossed the busy road. Cars honked at her impatiently as she slowly sauntered across the road, opting to take a shortcut, instead of using the pedestrian crossing further down the road. At this point, a car could knock her down for all she cared. At least she didn’t have to live with the guilt anymore should that happen.
Sure, Richard had talked to her. He told her that it wasn’t her fault and that she couldn’t have known that she had torn the blood vessel. His fatherly words of wisdom comforted her somewhat, but still the sense of guilt remained in her. She was the one who performed the surgery, she was the one who tore the blood vessel- of course she felt responsible.
Before she knew it, she had reached her apartment. As soon as she entered the apartment, she threw herself on the couch, burying her face in her hands. She just wanted this crappy day to be over already.
‘ Hey’ a gentle voice greeted her. Amelia had walked out from the kitchen upon hearing the front door slam open.