"—What the hell was that?"

Addison asked you, shutting the door behind her. She crossed her arms over her chest, watching you with a furrowed brow while you washed your hands and arms.

She knew something was off today, but she hadn't actually noticed it —or willed to notice it— until the surgery began. You scrubbed in by her request, as well as some other surgeons from different specialties, all because the newborn Addison had to operate on had been born with not one, but many small tumors in his body, affecting many of his internal organs. She'd thought, given your specialty and experience, you could help her.

Things hadn't gone as she expected, though. For some reason, you were snarky and passive-aggressive the whole time, refusing to quite cooperate as much with Sam —he'd scrubbed in to deal with the tumor near the lungs— and Amelia —because, of course, life was a bitch and that poor baby had been born with a brain tumor—, and being awfully quiet.

There was no way, though, that Addison could get what you were going through. Yes, you were damn close, but there was only so much she knew about you. And, if she was busy and talking to her other friends, then of course she wouldn't notice, why would she? And how could she know you felt alone, left aside?

She didn't know you didn't like it, being here in Los Angeles. She'd tried to convince you to join the practice, introduced you to Violet, Cooper, Sam, Naomi, Pete, Sheldon, Charlotte and Amelia in hopes you'd all get along and have a good time. The result had been the exact opposite... She seemed... Happy, with them. Way too happy. Was she happier with them than with you? That, you wondered. But Addison had absolutely no clue.

Addison shook her head and didn't wait for you to answer, seeming baffled and incredulous by your attitude back in there, in the OR. You acted, she thought, irrationally. Angry for no reason. All quiet and bitter, and she didn't know why, but right now she was more worried about what could've gone wrong if she hadn't told you to lock in.

"—Fighting with Amelia and Sam while we operated on a delicate patient, refusing to cooperate and trying to do everything on your own... What the hell is wrong with you, {{user}}? I asked all of you to scrub in so we'd remove all the tumors and help this patient and his parents, but you... You could've killed that baby!"