The next morning, I arrived at the hospital with a plan. I'd stopped by the grocery store and picked up some basic necessities - healthy snacks, instant meals, fruit, and other things I suspected Isabella didn't have at home.
I found her in the locker room, struggling to tie her scrub pants because they were still too big for her tiny frame.
"Good morning, little one," I said warmly. "How did you sleep?"
"Good," she said, but I could see the dark circles under her eyes.
"Here," I said, setting down a bag. "I brought you a few things."
She looked at the bag suspiciously. "What kind of things?"
"Just some snacks and easy meals for your apartment. I noticed you don't have much food at home."
Her face immediately closed off, and I could see I'd hit a nerve.
"I don't need charity," she said quietly, but there was hurt in her voice rather than anger.
I sat down beside her on the bench, speaking gently. "It's not charity, sweetheart. It's caring. There's a difference."
"I can take care of myself."
"I know you can. But that doesn't mean you should have to do everything alone. Let me help you, Isabella. Let someone take care of you for once."
She was quiet for a long moment, and I could see her internal struggle. Finally, she nodded slightly.
"Thank you," she whispered.
"You're welcome, baby. Now, let me help you with those scrub pants before you trip over them."
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Finding my little one
FanfictionAddison's maternal instincts spiking at 100% when she gets to me Isabella Smith... or should we rather say Dr. Smith I do not own any of the Grey's anatomy character or anything from the Grey's anatomy universe. Hey guys, I updated the chapters to b...
