The Five Stages of Grief: Part Two (Anger)
Hi! Thank you so so much for your kind words and support for this story so far on just the first part, it means so much! While writing any type of story, I like to get in the right mindset and this time was sort of difficult because I was not able to get angry, but I hope this part was detailed enough. Just as in the last part, please read the disclaimer before reading incase the subject may be difficult for you to read.
Part One (in case you haven’t read already)
Warning: The next part will most likely will be posted after the heartbreaking episode airs but not before.
Disclaimer: This series has several mentions of drugs and drug overdose; please read with caution. I am no expert on the subjects of addictions and/or grief but I hope to write this story at the best of my ability. This series will have very angst/dark moments in throughout the story. Thank you, please enjoy this part and let me know if you did!
The illumination of the early morning sunrise shined through grey curtains of the Shepherd-Hunt residence as the family slept. Tossing onto her back from laying on her stomach, the brunette slowly opened her light blue eyes and stared at the ceiling. After several minutes passed by the brunette made her way into the dark kitchen, where she began to prepare breakfast for Owen and Leo.
Upon smelling the overwhelming scent of something burning in the kitchen, Owen ran out down the hall to the kitchen. Watching his girlfriend from afar, Owen noticed Amelia quickly grow frustrated by the minute before she eventually slammed the glass plate in front of her.
“Damn it!” The young neurosurgeon exclaimed after the sound of glass shattered underneath her hand. Ignoring the feeling of a liquid seep down her hand, Amelia noticed Owen run over towards her with a towel in his left hand. The brunette began to push the redhead away as she grew angrier by the second until she looked down and saw a pool of blood onto the counter.
“I was just trying to make waffles and burnt them.” Amelia told Owen as he carefully wrapped the laceration with medical tape and a bandage until they arrived at the hospital, while they sat at their kitchen island.
“I know, it’s okay.” The trauma surgeon told her.
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Ignoring her resident that continuously informed her about the patient's vital stats rapidly dropping, Amelia proceeded with slicing into the massive tumor in the young patient's brain and visualizing every possible way to remove it.
"Dr. Shepherd, respectfully I think we should close her up." Andrew cautiously asked his teaching fellow as he watched her heavily focus on the brain that beginning to grow a greyish color after she shook her hand for the sixth time during the craniotomy.
"Deluca! I am trying to save her life, but I can not do that if you don't shut up! So shut up!" The young neurosurgeon exclaimed before she heard the vital sign begin to loudly ring out.
“Damn it! Suction Deluca, suction!” Amelia yelled as soon as the sound of the flatline officially beeped.
Refusing the close the patient’s skull flap before walking out of the operating room, Amelia tugged at her mask and yanked it from her neck before she slammed the still blood scalpel onto the medical tray beside her.
“Time of death, 13:32.”
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Hours after they made it home from their long and exhausting shifts with Leo, Amelia and Owen enjoyed the already made dinner of lasagna from Maggie and planned on watching a movie together before the small boy’s bedtime. Forgetting that they had an early shift in the morning, Owen drew Leo a bath and performed his nightly routine while his mind wandered off after noticing the constant uneasiness Amelia had throughout the night.
The brunette stared at the wall in front of her as she sat silently on the couch as she repeativly rubbed her pointer finger over her thumb. Choosing not to question, Owen walked into the kitchen where he poured himself some water in a glass and began to drink the liquid, before he heard Amelia call his name. He set the glass down and ran over back to where she was sitting, without speaking a word the young neurosurgeon opened her shaken hands. Owen was shocked upon noticing what was in her left.
"I can't do this!" She shouted at him as her eyes began to water while she pulled out the small bag of white oxy she had purchased an hour and a half ago from a dealer in an alley.
"You have to! If you don't that bag of oxy's not gonna be your last." Owen firmly told Amelia before she stared at him, with giant sized tears remaining in her eyes. The young neurosurgeon glanced at the content in her hand, thinking about how utterly difficult life would be for her if she did decide to get high this moment. And how she promised her family in Los Angeles, after Ryan had died, that he would be pissed at her if she died too. So she decided to live instead.
"Half way through the day, my hand started hurting more, so I went the drug dispensary and thought I would take this and feel better. I got home and wanted to take them all and another part of me just wanted to keep them, only to stare at them. But right now in this moment, if you do not remove them from my hand, I will take them. Can you please flush them?” Amelia requested to Owen as her voice quivered, not taking his eyes of her for one moment, the redhead was transported back to the night of the same woman in front of him had an emotional breakdown in his arms before he slowly removed the orange bottle from the brunette’s shaking hands.
Minutes after wandering into the bathroom to dispose of the opioids, Owen noticed that the living room was empty into he walked into Leo’s nursery after hearing a disturbance on the baby monitor, to his surprise the small boy continued to sleep in his crib then shut off the light behind him. Minutes later, he heard close to inaudible talking come from the couple’s bedroom.
“You were the second child I lost, and because of you I don’t know if I’ll ever be the same.” Amelia pleaded out loud to what Owen assumed was to Betty.
That’s the end of part two!! I apologize again if this chapter isn’t as wonderful as you imagined. Thank you again for reading!
