the world will still turn when I'm not around;
"They've sucked the life right out of you. The Meredith I used to know -"
"Is right there. I'm right here. I just don't wanna sleep my way through Europe anymore, I wanna be here. I wanna be here."
Good riddance, then. Sadie couldn't help her if she wouldn't help herself, and Death was an outright liar if she expected anyone to believe she truly wanted this. They used to laugh about these people - the straight-laced, workaholic (and rarely addicted to work alone) lifeless bores their parents had grown up to be, and all their friends around them too. But she knew.
Sadie saw firsthand, just as Death did, that hospitals had this unparalleled ability to rob life from their very own employees, even as they struggled to save the lives of others. It was almost as if some ancient force had disagreed with modern medicine and said, Fine. Alright, then. If you're going to insist on saving lives that aren't meant to be saved, go right ahead. Just know that there's a price to pay. It hadn't accepted defeat against the stubbornness of men, it merely offered a compromise. An eye for an eye, one life for another. Most were stupid enough to take it, they couldn't read the fine print until it was too late, but Sadie knew better.
Meredith should have known, too, her mother being who she was. Maybe she did; maybe she simply didn't mind selling her soul anymore. It was a shame she had to leave Death behind, but Sadie wouldn't let that place suck the life force out of her as well. She booked the next flight to Europe - 11PM to Madrid, with connections in Phoenix and D.C. - and printed the confirmation ticket at an internet cafe. She was out of there with 16 minutes to spare on her tab, opting not to stop at Grey's for her luggage. Let Mere do with it what she would, Sadie would buy all new clothes and toiletries in Spain. The New Me.
She didn't need O'Malley or anyone else telling her she wasn't good enough. Sadie knew better than any of those little suck-ups the kind of life they were in for. She was, after all, her father's daughter. She and Death had always had that in common, kindred spirits in the worst and best of ways. Not anymore, though.
Whatever.
Sadie tossed a twenty at the cab driver and hopped out before he had a chance to offer her change. Her boots hit sand where there should have been gravel, the sun beating down on her in lieu of the bright, burning lights of Sea-Tac Airport. She spun around (as much as it was possible to spin when up to one's ankles in sand, anyway) to no avail - the taxicab had disappeared along with modern civilization.
"...Shit."
"Is right there. I'm right here. I just don't wanna sleep my way through Europe anymore, I wanna be here. I wanna be here."
Good riddance, then. Sadie couldn't help her if she wouldn't help herself, and Death was an outright liar if she expected anyone to believe she truly wanted this. They used to laugh about these people - the straight-laced, workaholic (and rarely addicted to work alone) lifeless bores their parents had grown up to be, and all their friends around them too. But she knew.
Sadie saw firsthand, just as Death did, that hospitals had this unparalleled ability to rob life from their very own employees, even as they struggled to save the lives of others. It was almost as if some ancient force had disagreed with modern medicine and said, Fine. Alright, then. If you're going to insist on saving lives that aren't meant to be saved, go right ahead. Just know that there's a price to pay. It hadn't accepted defeat against the stubbornness of men, it merely offered a compromise. An eye for an eye, one life for another. Most were stupid enough to take it, they couldn't read the fine print until it was too late, but Sadie knew better.
Meredith should have known, too, her mother being who she was. Maybe she did; maybe she simply didn't mind selling her soul anymore. It was a shame she had to leave Death behind, but Sadie wouldn't let that place suck the life force out of her as well. She booked the next flight to Europe - 11PM to Madrid, with connections in Phoenix and D.C. - and printed the confirmation ticket at an internet cafe. She was out of there with 16 minutes to spare on her tab, opting not to stop at Grey's for her luggage. Let Mere do with it what she would, Sadie would buy all new clothes and toiletries in Spain. The New Me.
She didn't need O'Malley or anyone else telling her she wasn't good enough. Sadie knew better than any of those little suck-ups the kind of life they were in for. She was, after all, her father's daughter. She and Death had always had that in common, kindred spirits in the worst and best of ways. Not anymore, though.
Whatever.
Sadie tossed a twenty at the cab driver and hopped out before he had a chance to offer her change. Her boots hit sand where there should have been gravel, the sun beating down on her in lieu of the bright, burning lights of Sea-Tac Airport. She spun around (as much as it was possible to spin when up to one's ankles in sand, anyway) to no avail - the taxicab had disappeared along with modern civilization.
"...Shit."