Capítulo 48: 4.08
As Helena walked down the stairs in the morning, an unpleasant smell hit her. As she entered the kitchen, scrunching up her nose, she found its source: Meredith was scrambling eggs.
"I... you're making eggs?" The girl asked, her brows shooting up in surprise.
"Yeah. Want some, Lena?" She asked, looking a bit lost as she attempted to scramble the eggs in the stove.
"I think I'll just stick with the toast and coffee, thanks." She answered, sharing a look with Derek as she moved to pour herself a cup off coffee. As she approached the table, she found a house plan in front of Derek. "That house looks nice."
"Thank you!" The man said, looking accusingly at Meredith, who gave him a plate of eggs. "I'm not saying we have to live in it, but he have to plan it."
"Oh, are you building it, Derek?" She asked, sipping on her coffee.
"I was planning to, but Meredith won't tell me if she likes it." He complained, the blond shooting him a look as the short girl moved to butter her toast.
"Dude, what's that?" Alex asked, entering the kitchen with Lexie.
"Meredith cooked." The brunette told him.
"She wanted to do something nice for Lexie." Derek told them.
Sitting at the counter, Lexie asked, eyes widened with panic. "You cooked for me?"
"It's no big deal. Just eggs and avocado and... whatever cheese that was on the fridge." Meredith told her, giving her a plate.
"Lex, aren't you aller-" Helena started, biting her toast as the intern interrupted her.
"Oh! I love avocados." She answered, reluctantly taking a bite of her food. The two younger girls seemed to have a silent argument through looks only, in which Lexie told Helena to not say anything.
"Is it ok?" Meredith asked.
"Mhm..." She smiled painfully, clearly not enjoying the food in her mouth.
As Meredith left the room, the youngest girl turned to the intern. "Lexie, aren't you allergic to eggs?" She asked.
"She cooked for me! I couldn't eat it." The girl explained.
"Alexandra Grey!" Helena yelped. "You do not eat things you're allergic to!" She smacked her in the back of the head, the taller girl's hand shooting up to it.
"Ouch! What was ?" Lexie complained.
"She does that. She's you." Derek smiled at her, barely containing a laugh.
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As George and Helena walked down the hallway, chatting with each other, they found Lexie looking through a cart.
"Hey, what are you looking for?" The boy asked,
"Epinephrine. I need epinephrine." She told them, soon turning around with several red spots of her face.
Sighing, Helena helped her look to the cart as George asked. "What happened to you?"
"I'm an adult child of an alcoholic, is what happened to me. I have boundary issues. And now I have a rash covering my entire body." The girl explained as Helena grabbed the epinephrine shot.
"She ate the eggs Mer made her, even though she allergic." Helena told her friend, putting on some gloves. "Give me your arm."
The girl administered the shot as the intern rambled. "I'm codependent, my throat is closing up... . And now my arm hurts. Thanks." She told the resident.
"And is why you don't eat stuff you're allergic to." Helena sighed.
"Oh, and thank you guys for letting me crash on your couch last night."
Suddenly, Callie appeared behind George, a little cardigan in her hand. "You didn't tell your mom that we broke up?" She asked, clearly mad.
"What?!" George answered, clearly flustered.
"Your mom is making us baby clothes because she thinks we're still trying to get pregnant, because she thinks we're still married, because she thinks you're still the kind of guy who would never cheat on his wife." At that, Helena and Lexie shared a look. "Hand stitched unisex baby clothes! They're yellow and green and... go up to toddler sizes!" Callie threw the pile of clothes at George. "And she's waiting for you in the lobby." As Callie stormed out, she greeted Helena. "Morning, Lena."
"Morning, Calls." She greeted back, soon turning to George. "You didn't tell your mom you and Callie broke up?" As she spoke, her eyes fell on the baby clothes, which she grabbed to look at.
"We're... we're catholic! Which means divorce isn't an option." George argued, his voice high pitched.
"Oh, these are so cute!" Helena's heart melted as she looked at the clothes. Suddenly, she shook her head, handing them back to George. "Ok, no more baby clothes or I'll get baby fever." She turned to leave, forcing herself to ignore the adorable little pieces of clothing. "Oh, and good luck with your mom!"
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Helena stood outside a trauma room, fidgeting nervously as she looked through the window. Bailey's son was inside, being examined after being crushed under a book shelf. Even from outside the room, Helena could hear the baby cry, her heart hurting at the sound of the baby she had babysat a few times in pain.
"What happened?" George asked, bolting down the hallway to stop by the group.
"He got crushed under a bookshelf." Izzie told him, looking from the window.
"Multiple rib fractures." Cristina explained.
"Might have dropped a lung." Alex added, giving turn to Meredith.
"They're afraid there might be damage to the heart." At all that, Helena closed her eyes, taking a hand to her chest to rub it in circular motions.
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