McHottie Vs Pots
Summary: Reader forgets her POTs meds and ends up stuck in an elevator with our favourite doctor.Â
TW: Periods, Fainting, getting trapped in elevators, Head injury, Dizziness, Nausea, Sprains, Chronic illness, POTs?
Words: 4067
A/n sorry this took so long guys I was in a car crash but Iâm fine now lol. Also, my greys anatomy obsession is so bad rn. I was listening to the cast cover of how to save a life by the fray. Also, this fic is set somewhere around season two because Iâm only on season three rn.Â
The morning had been wild and you hadnât even had time for coffee yet. First Izzie had used the last of the hot water and Mer had been entrusted with making breakfast in a massive oversight as she almost burnt down the kitchen. Then of course George hadnât done laundry so you only had one clean pair of scrubs so it was going to be a day of dodging bodily fluids.Â
So, between putting out fires both metaphorical and literal you had forgotten to take your meds. Only realising when you got out of the car at the hospital.Â
You held in a groan upon realising how terrible this was going to make your life for the next twelve-hour shift. The first thing you decided to do was to go and get a big cup of coffee before changing into your scrubs.Â
Once you were equipped with a massive cup of coffee and changed into your scrubs you trailed after Izzie to find your resident. It didnât take long to find Dr Bailey who was short and proficient in assigning you all to your attendings for the shift.
âIssie youâre with Montgomery. George youâre with Shepard.â You kind of zoned out after that. As you were all dismissed you made a beeline for Issie.Â
âHey can we please swap?â You begged.Â
âWhy? No, you just donât want to work with Cristinaâs boyfriend.â Issie said seeming to stick with her guns on this one.Â
âPlease Issie,â you huffed a sigh before pulling her close to you and whispering in her ear. âI forgot my meds today so I wonât be able to stand long enough to perform surgery in the OR. Montgomery doesnât have any surgeries scheduled I checked. Please can we swap?â You said explaining and doing your best not to seem to desperate for her to say yes.Â
âYes. Ok, fine. But you owe me a coffee after this.â She said giving in.Â
You thanked her and gave her a quick hug before heading off to the NICU. Unfortunately, as soon as you made it to the lift your eyes caught on the out of order sign and sighed feeling this was going to be a long and hard day.Â
Giving a resigned roll of your eyes, because this was just your luck, you checked the time on your watch. You had barely five minutes to get up to the fourth floor and you had never hated the maintenance department more in your life.Â
Once you had made it up to the NICU you felt like there was significantly less air in the hospital as you huffed out exhausted short breathes. Bracing yourself on your knees you tried to control the gasping breaths you were raggedly taking.
Suddenly you heard a voice behind you.
âDo you need a minute?â The voice of Addison Montgomery said and you cringed knowing your attending for the day had seen you struggling to breath after walking up four flights of stairs.Â
âDid you run up here?â She asked and you blushed slightly.Â
âSomething like that.â You mumbled as you straightened up to meet her eyes.
âLetâs move onto rounds then seeings youâre a sucker for a bit of masochism this fine Monday morning.â She teased and it did nothing the help the pink that dusted your cheeks.Â
As you and Addison headed into the NICU you began going around through the charts. You bounced on your toes as she talked not wanting the blood to stop flowing properly around your body.Â
Addison raised an eyebrow at you but said nothing as you moved on to the next baby.Â
As the two of you walked over you noticed her watching you closely which only made you fidget more. As the two of you went through the rest of the babiesâ charts in the NICU you continued to bounce on your toes.Â
âYou know L/n, the only liquid I want on these floors is that of labouring mothers.â Addison joked. âIf you need to you can go.â She teased and your blush depend.Â
âN-no Iâm ok.â You said stumbling slightly over your words in the process of trying to stay still.Â
As the two of you moved to the OB ward and began making rounds upon the expectant mothers you tried to still your movements as much as possible.Â
However, it did make your head spin and your vision dip slightly. POTS was not for the weak.Â
As you went to leave the last room your vision was dark around the edges and you did your best not to fall over. As you stumbled slightly tripping over your feet, you felt strong arms around your midsection. The scent of vanilla became stronger as Addison held onto you for a second before her voice found your ears.Â
âL/n? You, ok?â She asked her brow furrowed in concern at your strange behaviour.Â
âSorry, must be low iron. Im ⊠on my period.â You said blushing as you realised you just told your attending you were bleeding from a very intimate place.Â
âAlright. Do you need anything?â She asked as the two of you moved into the hallway.
âNo.â You cleared your throat, âNo.â you said in a more confident voice. âIâm ok thank you.â
âDonât worry about it. Weâll probably just be working on charting in y office today anyway.â Addison says.Â
The two of you walked to her office chatting about an intresting case from the previous week.Â
The two you sat at Addisons desk and began to sift through the endless paperwork that came with being a doctor.Â
âDamn. Charting really seems to catch up to you doesnât it.â You joked and Addison hummed in agreement as she didnât look up from the chart she was fixing.Â
The two of you continued charting for a few more hours until it was time for lunch. You had made good progress and an hour early you had slipped an earbud in that was covered by your hair. You couldnât stand the silence and much preferred to listen to music.Â
âWell, Iâd say weâve earnt a break. How about we go get some lunch and a coffee?â Addison asked and you readily agreed looking forward to a good stretch.Â
Standing up you swayed on your feet again as Addison shot you another concerned look.Â
âReally L/n? Do I need to draw bloods and check your iron levels myself?â She asked with a teasing tone that was edging into concerned.Â
As the two of you headed to go down to the cafeteria you started towards the stairs.Â
âI donât think so Dr L/n. Youâre instead on your feet as it is. No way Iâm letting you walk down five flights of stairs like this.â She said in her doctor voice.Â
âFour.â You grinned.Â
âExcuse me?â She asked seeing confused.Â
âThereâs four flights of stairs.â You say with a shit eating grin.Â
âYouâre lucky I like you L/n.â Addison said with a soft smile back.Â
As the two of you stared each out down the lift pinged and the two of you stepped inside.Â
The lift shuddered as the doors a closed and your mind flashed back to the out of order sign from this morning. Hoping they had resolved the problem. The lift started descending slowly. Much, much to slowly. Before suddenly it lurched and dropped. Rather quickly it descended before slamming to a stop.Â
Your head spun and you fought the urge to throw up as you blindly reached out, your vision dipping as you lost consciousness. It felt oddly reminiscent of the tilt table test you had undergone last year as a part of your diagnosis.Â
At the same time as you passing out, the fall jarred Addison usually unshakable stance and her ankle rolled to the side in her red high heels.Â
Gently she slid down the wall not able to take the pressure on her ankle without it screaming in protest.Â
After Addison brushed the hair from her face, she saw you sprawled out on the floor. Stifling a groan as she moved over to you, addison pulled your head into her lap. Taking note of your pale face, she used a penlight to check your pupillary reflexes and text for a concussion. Even if it was rather her ex-husbands specialty, she was still a doctor after all.Â
âY/n.â She said softly tapping your cheek. âY/n wake up.â She pressed stroking your cheek now with the back of her finger.Â
As she held your head still in her lap she pulled out her phone to check if she had any bars. Unfortunately, elevator shafts were not well known for their reception. No bars.
Turning her attention back to you she began to time how long you were out, not liking that you still hadnât come around.Â
And despite your pupils reacting a little slower than sheâd like you didnât have anything more than a mild concussion. And you had a small cut on your forehead that was gently weeping blood that had begun to trickle down your temple.Â
Blowing out a long breath that tapered into a sigh Addison genlty went back to stroking your cheek to try and bring you around.Â
âY/n. Wake up sweetheart.â Addison said softly, her concern only mounting as you stayed unresponsive in her lap.Â
With soft fingers Addison began to brush back your hair, gently moving the strands so they wouldnât bother you, not that they did that much whilst you were out cold.Â
After another beat your eyelids began to flutter and Addison was quick to notice.Â
âY/n, honey, wake up sweetie.â She said softly worried to make a better assesment now you were waking up. âCome one sweetheart, your alright.â She said softly, her hands carding through your hair gently.Â
With a soft groan you began to frown as you came around to a sharp pain in your head.
âAddison?â You asked bringing a hand to your head to shield your eyes from the light.Â
âY/n.â She replied in relief.Â
âMy head hurts.â You grumbled and Addison laughed.Â
âI imagine it does.â She said as she carefully checked your eyes again. You sucked in a breath as the harsh light. âHow are you feeling? Headache? Nausea? Dizziness?â Addison questioned.
âHeadache, yes. Nausea, juryâs out. Dizziness, no, but probably yes, if I move.â You said hand still covering your eyes.Â
Gently Addison pried your hand away laying her cool palm over your eyes, you sighed in relief at her slightly cold hands.Â
âYou feeling okay otherwise?â She asked softly mindful you had said you had a headache.
âYeah. Yes, Iâm ok. Are you alright?â You asked your mind starting to work again.Â
âTwisted my ankle but otherwise Iâm fine. Iâm more worried about you right now. Do you know why you passed out? Is there anything I should know? Because at the moment youâre in my care and I canât look after you without knowing all the facts.â She said and you winced as you adjusted yourself, moving to prop yourself up on your elbows.
âAhh ah ah. No, stay down sweetheart.â Addison said pressing her hand to your chest to gently push you back down into her lap.
âI should take a look at your ankle.â You said.
âBarely hurts anymore.â She deadpanned, âYouâre avoiding the question.â She said with a frown. âYouâre not just on your period, are you?â She asked and you blushed to the tips of your ears.Â
âWell, it certainly doesnât help.â You grumbled.Â
âHelp what? Seriously L/n this is like pulling teeth.â She huffed.Â
âWhat happened to Y/n? Dr Montgomery.â You teased.Â
âWell, seeingâs youâve made yourself at home in my lap I thought we had progressed to a first name basis.â She said. âNow Seriously, youâre going to tell me whatâs wrong or so help me god-âÂ
âI forgot my meds this morning.â You blurted out, playing with your fingers and avoiding eye contact.Â
âMeds for what.â She asked and you mumbled something under your breath.Â
âI couldnât hear that sweetie. Meds for what Y/n?â She asked again softly turning your head to face her with her fingers gently holding your chin.Â
âPOTS.â You said softly.
âPots?â Addison repeated.Â
âIt stands for postural- â âOrthostatic tachycardia, yes Y/n I do know what POTs is. What I donât understand is how youâve managed to keep that little fact to yourself for so long.â She asked with nothing but kindness lingering in her eyes.Â
âThe meds certainly help. And on a bad day the others trade off for whoever has the least surgical cases. That way we both win.â You said and she frowned.Â
âIs that why youâre with me so often?â Addison asked softly.
âThat and I enjoy working with you Dr Montgomery.â You said with a soft smile.Â
âI thought it was Addison right now.â She teased.Â
âAlright. Itâs because I enjoy working with you Dr Addison.â You grinned and Addison rolled her eyes and huffed out a short chuckle. âAnd I also really am on my period right now so it was a two for one special.â You said and Addison laughed properly this time.Â
âDamn L/n the universe really hates you huh?â She grinned.Â
âWell personally I blame all you attendings for constantly taking advantage of the elevatorâs emergency stop button. It was bound to stop working after the years of abuse itâs been through.â You said grinning.Â
âI donât know what youâre talking about their L/n.â Addison said.Â
âIm sure you donât Montgomery.â You said with a teasing lilt in your tone.Â
âI guess all we can do now is sit and wait.â Addison said.Â
âWell, I doubt we have good reception right now anyway. Too bad, this would be the perfect place to watch a good movie.â You said.Â
âReally? Thatâs what youâre thinking about right now?â She asked with an amused look.Â
âThink about it, theres nobody to bother us for at least a good half hour. We could make good headway on a movie in that time addie.â You said with a loopy smile.Â
Addison smiled down at you not missing the nickname you had called her. âYou defiantly have a concussion, Y/n/n.â She teased brushing a strand of hair out of your face with a gentle touch.Â
âExcuse me,â you said acting offended as you put a hand on your chest. âMy great ideas shall not be accredited to my alleged concussion.â You said in mock offence.Â
âSure. Sure. Because as a doctor I can only make alleged diagnosis. You have a concussion L/n. No doubt about it.â She said with a teasing lilt in her tone.Â
âCan I see your CT then Dr Montgomery?â You asked with a lopsided grin.
âSure. As soon as we get out of here, Iâll take you straight down to get a CT myself sweetheart.â She said with a wink and you groaned.Â
âThatâs not what I meant. I do NOT need a CT thank you addie.â You said flashing here your best puppy eyes.Â
âWhat happened to Dr Montgomery?â She teased. âAnd yes. You are one hundred percent getting a CT when we get out of here. I can either take you down or I can get Derek to do it.â She said with a devilish grin and you groaned.Â
âNo. Not Derek. Anyone but Derek addie.â You whined and she smirked at you.Â
âHow about ⊠Dr Montgomery takes you then?â She asked and you nodded with a loopy smile. Something about her referring to herself in the third person was undeniably hot for some reason.Â
âI would love that Dr Addie.â You laughed and she cracked a smile, pulling you closer in her lap while being mindful not to throw your head around too much because of the potential head injury you may or may not be sporting.Â
Just as she finished situating you in a slightly more comfortable position there was a grinding noise just before the lift dropped a few floors. The screech of the metal on metal hurt your head and your vision was swimming.Â
As the lift lurched Addison was careful to try and stabilise your head, not wanting you to get hurt further. When the lift jolted to a stop, she was quick to asses any damage.Â
âY/n? Y/n. Open your eyes sweetheart.â She pressed gently stroking your cheek thinking you had passed out again.
You hadnât. Your headache was simply ramping up from the noise and the fact your head was spinning slightly.Â
ââM awake Addie.â You mumbled and Addison sighed with relief. âI didnâ pass out. Just dizzy.â You said not opening your eyes still.Â
âThatâs not a good sign y/n.â She said sounding much more alert.Â
âI do think I know that.â You said with a grin as Addison gently pulled out the pocket light again to assess your pupilsâ reaction.Â
Carefully she lifted one eyelid and gently flashed the light in your eyes not without complaint from you though as the light made your vision spin more.Â
âOw stop.â You said weakly swatting her hand away. Gently she took your hands in one of hers and rested them atop your chest.Â
âShh y/n you know I have to check your head injury isnât getting worse. Just squeeze my hand, ok?â She said and you let out a small whimper only making you more mortified.
Addison was careful as she checked your other pupil before her soft fingers began stroking your cheek.Â
âYou with me sweetheart?â She asked softly mindful of the headache you had.Â
âYeah.â You mumbled and Addison sighed softly in relief.Â
âAlright. We should be getting out of here soon. If I hadnât left my pager in my locker this might have been a bit better.â She sighed.Â
âMy batteryâs dead in mine.â You frowned and she huffed a short laugh.Â
âOf course it is.â Addison said with a playful and amused grin.Â
It was quiet for a second as both of you listened to the quietness in the elevator shaft. You were both listening for the sounds of a rescue but it seemed either the walls were too thick to hear anything or nobody had noticed yet.Â
âAddison?â You asked softly.Â
âYes honey?â Addison responded.
âI donât feel great.â You mumbled and Addison looked down at the pale pallor your face had taken on.
âWhat hurts?â She asked swapping back to doctor mode.Â
âNothing new Iâm just dizzy. Lifts spinning.â You said shutting your eyes in order to get rid of the swirling colours that were playing around the edges of your vision.Â
âAlright. You definitely need a head CT. We should be getting out of here soon and Iâll see to it that youâre taken care of. Okay?â She asked with one of her hands softly rubbing your bicep.Â
âSounds good.â You said with a small half smile. âHowâs your ankle?â You asked suddenly remembering her falling.Â
âIts alright. I donât think it was even twisted really, doesnât hurt anymore and thereâs no swelling.â Addison said as she felt the joint in her hands to check for any further issues only to find none.Â
âThatâs good.â You said absentmindedly.Â
âMeans I can come with you to make sure you get your head CT.â Addison said softly.
âAddison?â You said after a second.Â
âYeah?âÂ
âIâm tired.â You said and despite the alarm bells going off in Addison head she knew you were an intern and were probably tired pre-head injury too.
âClose your eyes. Rest a little, but know I will be waking you up to check your head until we can confirm itâs not an issue.â Addison said and you didnât have the energy to argue as you drifted off.Â
Addison was studying your relaxed features carefully as you slept. You looked younger without the pinched lines in your brow or the wrinkle in your forehead. Both were products of the stress associated with the job but she hadnât seen you without them before and you looked ⊠well, you looked peaceful. Tired but peaceful.Â
Addison couldnât help herself as she tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear as you slept. Checking her watch, she counted the minutes until she was going to wake you up and reassess. It was cute the way you slept. Mouth slightly open and occasionally twitching in your sleep.Â
After a good half hour Addison was getting ready to wake you when the doors began to separate. Suddenly she heard Richardâs voice as the doors were pried open.Â
âAddison?â Richard called. âAre you hurt? Anyone with you?â He asked.Â
âIâm okay. But I have Dr L/n here and sheâs hurt. Needs a head CT at the very least.â Addison responded.
The lift seemed to be stopped halfway below the floor so it was a step up to get out.Â
âIâll send someone for a stretcher.â He began but your voice cut in.
âIâm fine. I can walk.â You said and Addison almost jumped not realising you were awake.Â
âAlright l/n.â Richard called and Addison helped you sit up.
Once both of you were standing Addison stepped up out of the elevator first before offering her hand to you and pulling you up also.Â
Unfortunately, Richard may have passed on the stretcher but had called for a wheelchair.Â
âNuh uh. Not happening. I can walk just fine.â You began, crossing your arms and Addison fixed you with her best attending stare and you felt your resolve crumbling.Â
âVery much happening L/n. Now sit and Iâll drive or Iâll call Karev and he can drive.â She said and you glared at your shoes but sat in the damn chair.Â
Once Addison had pushed you to the CT room, she helped you onto the bed and got you settled before heading out to watch the monitor for results of the scan.Â
Once Addison was satisfied you did not, in fact, have a concussion she took you up to her office and gently laid you down on the couch.
âI have some work to do but I expect you to rest. Is that clear y/n?â she asked with a pointed look and you nodded. Stifling a yawn as her known eyes swept over your form. Quietly she slipped off her white coat and draped it over you.
The smell of Addisonâs expensive perfume helped lull you to sleep as you heard her footsteps retreat back to her desk.Â















