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"Addison."
"Look, if you're here to yell at me for not resting enough, there's a queue you can join." Addison sighed, pushing her reading glasses further up the bridge of her nose as she continued filling in Connor Marwood's chart, barely paying attention to the voice that had brought her out of her concentration.
"Addison." Addison looked up from the paperwork to see Meredith standing in the doorway of her office.
"Meredith," she replied, her voice softer, more gentle now. "Can I help you?"
"Addison." Meredith's voice broke as she stepped further into the room, her arms hanging limply at her sides. She opened her mouth, but all that came out was a choked sob, immediately quieted by her hand covering her face.
"Hey, hey," Addison murmured, getting up from her seat. "It's been one Hell of a day, huh?" She approached Meredith slowly, not wanting to startle her. Even just the jostling of rising from her chair sent a bolt of pain through her shoulder, but she bit down hard and came to stand in front of the blonde.
"Addison." It was the only word Meredith had uttered so far. She reached out for Addison, but paused.
"It's okay; you can touch me. I won't break."
Instead of the shaky fingertips she was expecting, Addison suddenly felt Meredith's lips on hers, kissing her like she was her only source of oxygen.
And despite Meredith's inability to voice her thoughts right now, Addison understood, and she whispered her reassurances between kisses.
"I'm okay. I'm alive. I'm here."
I love you I love you I love you