Disclaimer: I do not own Grey's Anatomy.
What a Drip
Meredith was feeling a little bit stressed. Her day had sucked. Derek had been so busy she had only seen him blur past in a flurry of luscious black strands of hair. She'd found a nail clipping in her lunch. She'd switched off 23 life support systems. Worst of all, she hadn't had a good fuck for 30 minutes. Her libido was screaming to be let out.
The voice of her libido was getting louder and louder (incidentally, it was called Mithdeer). She clutched her ears, but couldn't stop it caterwauling for a spot of excitement.
"FEED MEEE!" Mithdeer cried.
Finally, Meredith could fight no longer. She let Mithdeer take over her mind and body, and it possessed her.
She swept down the hallway, and found a room of one of her patients. He was asleep. She closed the door, and drew the curtains. Then Meredith crept to his bedside. She gently pulled back the sheets, slowly. She was so close! Her hand reached out, snaking towards him.
She grabbed the saline drip and eased it out of his arm. She stroked it, moaning as she pulled it closer. "Hello, Beelzebub, my old friend." She purred.
Bec: Read and review. Or don't. Whatever. If you don't like it because you think I have a really crappy writing style and I suck and it sucks, I don't care. I'm not going to expend brilliant efforts on a brief, humorous (to me) fanfic, so get over it. I don't want to hear about "Ooh, you are the worst writer." etc. because, I really don't care. It's not meant to be profound.