UNFAIRLY BURDENED.

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            slumber is the only state where the blonde can forget the fact that her husband is pretending their baby doesn’t exist. it would be the deepest form of offense to izzie if she didn’t KNOW alex. he’s shared bits & pieces of his childhood with her, blurry images of what once was, but it is enough for her to know that THIS has something to do with THAT. the other residents had advised her to give him space, he’ll come around, they said. warbled cries travel down the hallway & through the door izzie asserted they keep propped wide open because of the baby, she decides screw waiting around. a groan escapes frustrated lips, a groggy ❛ alex, ❜ mumbled. when no response comes, she grabs a pillow whacks him right in the shoulder with it.

            ❛ dammit, alex, wake up. you need to get over your crap & help me, this is OUR baby. i can’t —— i can’t do this by myself —— ❜ words begin to wobble emotionally as she goes on, forehead finding palms & resting there for a few calming moments.

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          it doesn’t hurt, but having been struck was so unexpected & startling that it elicits a melodramatic ow! from between parted lips, followed by a prolonged silence. sleep had been the perfect excuse. there would have been no confrontation, no need for her to demand to know why a PEDIATRIC SURGEON seems so disinterested in his own child. but now that he’s been “woken up” —— what excuse can he throw out that will both quell her anger & convince her to go get charlotte instead of him AGAIN? there isn’t one.   ( at least, not one that he cares to share. )   alex petulantly rolls over that he is no longer facing her, gaze fixed on the wall opposite him. it’s ridiculous. he knows that, but he can’t help the way his gut twists whenever he thinks of all the ways he could screw his kid up.

              i was in back-to-back surgeries all freakin’ day. i need to sleep,      he eventually grumbles, and god, even he wants to punch himself in the face.

 

atlas carries

today's the day my life begins. all my life i've been just me, just a smart mouth kid. today i become a
M A N.

the world

ind. pri. sel. alex karev
penned by sabrina
est. april 9th, 2016
#smartmcuth

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starters: 13

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