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[intrcpidgrey]

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"I need a sign that things are going to change, I need a reason to go on, I just need some hope. --- And in the absence of hope I need to stay in bed and feel like I might die today.” 

[dcubleoseven-blog]

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“do you know why we’re doing this?”

[derek-shephxrd]

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“You’re a hell of a surgeon Yang, but I’m sure you already 

                                                                                            know that.” 

[ameliaisms]

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          “Nothing amps up the  party like a            dead  brother, huh?  I don’t  know            where  Meredith went. She  kinda            just  d i s a p p e a r e d after the            service.”

[ameliaisms]

☼ - Something that/Someone who makes them happy.

questions about your character.

☼ - something that/someone who makes them happy.

the easiest answer to this question are her nieces & nephews, her godson, & the cooplets. amelia loves children, but particularly the children of people she loves. particularly now that she has lost her brother, she finds immense comfort in zola, bailey, & ellis, her remaining connections to him. their innocence & laughter reminds her of the good in the world. it reminds her not everything is darkness. they bring her hope.

[orthxbadass-blog]

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                          Cristina groaned at the sound of Callie’s voice, attempting to pull the blanket back over her head and hide away from the light, sound, and the world in general. “Just go back to sleep…” she practically whispered but the strain was still obvious.“We’ll have a recap of last night when I don’t feel like I just pulled eighteen days of living in the hospital—                                                       at least then I’d be dead.”

Callie  winced,  pressing  the  heel  of  her  palm  against her forehead in an attempt  to  lessen  the  pain -- only  to whimper when it  only  made  it  worse. The  taste  in  her mouth was something to be reckoned with  and  she  was in desperate need of water and Tylenol -- neither of which she was planning on  getting  out  of  bed  to  retrieve. The night   before   was  one  giant  blur  starting  at  what  she assumed had to be their hundredth shot. 

               “ Why do I let you talk me into this shit, ” she                   grumbled, burying her face  into  her  covers. 

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