New York, New York…
Three weeks had passed since she left Seattle. She hadn't spoken to anyone from her past. Her mother or father called everyday trying to pry information out of Mark, but he wouldn't budge. He knew she wouldn't want him to, and right now, she was what mattered. Over that past weeks, her condition worsened. Her vision blurred often. Her headaches came frequently and with such severity that she sat in the dark closet all day wearing ear plugs. It was hard for him to watch, but Mark did everything in his power to make her comfortable as they waited for her upcoming surgery date to arrive. But there was only so much he could do. But today… today was Meredith's surgery date.
Silence hung in the air as they drove through the city. He glanced over at his sister every few minutes. She flinched every time a car alarm went off or a horn blared.
"Are you ready for this?" She glanced over at him for a second before looking back out the window. He let out a sigh and stopped the car at a stop light. "You're going to be fine."
"I know." She mumbled.
"What's wrong, Mer-Bear?"
She couldn't help but smile in spite of herself at her childhood nickname that her brother and stepfather used to tease her with. But her smile quickly fell and her eyes returned to the thick masses of people move by them on the sidewalk. He patiently waited for her answer as he began to drive again. "It never rains." She said after a few minutes passed.
"It never rains here in New York."
"Isn't that a good thing?" He said with a smirk. She let out a sigh and let her eyes fall shut. Another headache was building behind her eyes, and the sunlight wasn't doing anything to help it.
"In the three weeks I've been here, there hasn't been a drop of rain."
"Mer, you aren't making any sense. What does rain have to do with anything?"
"Never mind." She finally grumbled.
The loud shrill of his phone going off cut through the air. She whimpered in pain as he fumbled to get it off his belt. He flipped it open, gave his sister a worried glance, and brought the phone to his ear. "Hello?"
"Mark…" His stepfather's voice started off as it always did on their daily calls.
"Listen, Dad, I can't talk." He said with a trace of annoyance laced in his voice. Out of the corner of his eye, he watched his sister as she tried to recover from the sound.
"I'm… Ah, with a patient." He lied. "And I'm not going to tell you where she is. I got to go, Dad. Love you and Mom. Bye." He hung up quickly before his stepfather could even get a word in. "Sorry, Mer, I forgot it was on." She gave a small nod as she cautiously dropped her hands from her ears. "We should tell them."
"No good can come from tell them about this now." She mumbled as she laid her head on the window.
"They have been calling everyday. And…"
"I know. I just… I don't want anyone know. After this is all over and done with, I'll go home like nothing happened."
He gave her an unbelieving look and turned into the hospital.
He walked into the hospital shaking the rain off his coat. He tried to ignore the squeaking sound of his sneakers against the polished tiled floor that seemed to get on his nerves more than ever as he walked towards the elevators. He quickened his pace to try to make it there before the doors shut causing his sneakers to slide some and almost send him to the ground. He managed to keep his balance and step onto the elevator. In silence, he stood beside Richard Webber who looked perplexed and mad and didn't bother to engage in any type of conversation. The doors opened to the surgical floor that you could even call a professional environment anymore.
Wordlessly, he parted ways with his boss and walked towards the resident locker room. His friends' tired, sad eyes met his own as he made his way to his locker. They said nothing to each other instead just nodded as some sort of greeting and continued about their morning routine. After they were finished they muttered a 'goodbye' before leaving to find work. He was the last to walk out of the locker room and headed towards the main nurses' station. Ellis stood in the interior of the nurses' station. She sighed and picked up the phone. Quickly dialing the number, she rested the phone on her shoulder. Alex walked up and waited for her to hang up.
"Mark?" She said abruptly. She waited a few moments as he spoke. "Just... I know he called you this morning." She paused again. "Mark, if you hang up, I will kill you myself! What the hell is going on that is such a damn secret?" Sighing, she pinched the bridge of her nose in frustration. "Fine, Mark! Fine!" Slamming the phone down, she mumbled something to herself before looking up at him. "I'm sorry, Dr. Kerev. Is there something I can do for you?"
"I have the results on for 5293." He handed her the folder. "He's okay for the surgery."
"Um, Dr. Webber?"
"Is there any news on Mer?"
"I'm sorry, Dr. K… Alex." She looked at him sympathetically. He nodded sadly, before turning and walking away.