#GEORGE :: ᶦ ᵈᵒᶰ'ᵗ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵃᶰʸ ᶠʳᶦᵉᶰᵈˢ ʰᵉʳᵉ ᵉˣᶜᵉᵖᵗ ʸᵒᵘ

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@mcbastardd sent: ❛ we can't keep doing this. ❜  /// 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬.

george was right. they couldn't keep doing this, having the same argument, going around in the same circle. if she were a better person lexie would be able to tell him that she was proud of him, that what he was doing was selfless and noble, that he had her support. but lexie grey is an imperfect person, an imperfect person with selfish fears rooted in abandonment issues. they are fears fueled further by the very real memory of nearly losing him once, of her only friend being hurt beyond recognition.

❝ i know, it's just⎯⎯ ❞ she so desperately wants to find the right words, anything that would convince him to stay, to keep george from going off to a war that he might not come back from. ❝ i can't⎯⎯ ❞ she hesitates, a hand quickly wipes away tears that welled in her eyes before they trailed down her face. ❝ george, i can't lose you. ❞

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she always knew he'd come back, that he would come home. what lexie didn't know, what she could have never imagined, were all the things that would happen in between. sure there were the everyday things, the little things both good and bad, things that she'd normally tell him about, that she couldn't tell him about. he had left. there were things that happened that she was glad that he hadn't had to go through. things that she wasn't sure she'd ever tell him.

none of it mattered in this moment. he'd came back, he'd came home. ❝ i think it's safe to say again, ❞ her voice was hoarse as he replied and despite everything, all she'd been through, the pain that even this long after everything was still there, she smiled. it was almost a ghost of a smile, just barely there, but nonetheless it was still one of the first genuine smiles from her since the crash. ❝ george, you missed so much. ❞ she shifts, smile fading from her lips as shooting pain reminds her of just how messed up this reunion was. ❝ i missed you. ❞

𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐏 𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄, he had barely got into the residency program. Made a fool of himself, been the heart in an elevator guy, and nearly died just outside at the bus stop and then he had been a solider, in the army (and a huge part of him knew he owed bailey an apology when he saw her - because she had been right. The army hadn't been good to George, it hadn't been what he thought it would be. Didn't give him that sense of purpose. He had felt that purpose back when he was a resident, back in the elevator, back home. He had heard about the crash, he had heard about everything that had happened (and why Owen had asked him back) his shift didn't start for a few hours - thankfully apart from a name change the hospital hadn't changed that much, he still knew his way around. Still knew a few people who could help him find the room he was looking for. A small knock on the door, before entering. navy blue scrubs, a little wave. typical george (good - his trauma wasn't important right now) ❛ Surprise. I would have visited sooner, but ... I just got back, I mean I literally just got back from the base a few days ago... so, I work here now, again. is it technically again if it merged since you were gone? ❜ @airplanecrushed

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 (season 9 george) | accepting

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“  what?   no!!   no,   i---   i am not stressed.  ”   an unconvincing laugh tried to cover up the way her foot bounced against the floor the amount of snack food on the table with her notes told a completely different story.   “  i am the opposite of stressed,   i’m doing great.   i’m gonna nail these boards.   so what if i had to step away from surgery for a while---  ”   worded as if she had a choice,   like she hadn’t spent the past year and a half trying to find some kind of normalcy.   “  ---and now nearly all the attendings are hesitant to let me in the o.r. which means i am way behind on o.r. hours,  ”   quick worded rambles paused as she took a deep breath.   “  at least i got this whole studying part under control.  i’m fine.  ”   so maybe she was just the tiniest bit stressed.

@denoumenc // starter call !!

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❛ you are going to struggle , so you need to surround yourself with people you trust . ❜ -- atraumasurgeon

meme // accepting!! // @atraumasurgeonwho did she trust?   mark,  meredith,  derek,   cristina,   arizona;   she couldn’t talk to them about this,   not really.   they went through something out there too!   they still needed time to heal,   to piece themselves back together.   “  i’m already struggling,  ”   a truthful answer,   one that’s soft spoken.   she couldn’t lie to him.   “  and the people i’d normally trust,   most of them are struggling too.  i just—  ”   eyes drop,   looking anywhere that isn’t the concerned eyes looking back at her.   “  it’s a lot.   i—   i’m—-  ”   i’m a lot,   words don’t quite leave her lips,   her head shaking.   she couldn’t sleep through the night,   every night it was the same dream,   the same vivid recollection of days lost in the woods trapped under a plane,   and physically?   doing much of anything anything still hurt,   trying to stand,   to walk,   it wasn’t something she could do,   not on her own,  not yet.   “  i don’t want to—   i don’t want to burden anyone,   y’know?  ”

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@lonelysouliism​ “  i have a question for you----  ”   a hand fidgets nervously with the ring around her finger,   a ring that feels out of place on a hand that had previously not worn rings,  despite the weeks it had been since it had started being worn.   “  i mean---   i’m getting married----  ”   there’s a slight pause,   a warm smile following the words.   “  --- and you,   you’re my  b e s t   f r i e n d.   i---  ”    why was this so hard to ask?   maybe it had something to do with the fact that they just set the date,  just booked the venue,   that everything was so  n e w,   that it hadn’t quite set in fully,   that after everything that had happened that they were here having this conversation.   “  ---i want you to be part of the wedding,  so i was wondering if you’d---  ”   a momentary stumble over the wording,  an internal debate of what to call it.   “  ---if you’d be my  maid of honor?  ”

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