His finger gingerly grasped around the glass of water, slowly grasping it as he placed the rim against his mouth. The liquid slipped through his throat, and he quickly popped another pill, closing his eyes softly. All he needed was a minute to sit and think about what just happened, just sixty seconds, that was all.
"Dr. Hunt?" a nurse opened the door, letting light flow into the room, "they've arrived."
"Good," he replied curtly, "do we know of the casualty?" His eyes jumped around the room, anxious to hear her answer; anxious for his future; anxious for her future. He wanted to beg and plea to God that she was alright and that it was someone else, anyone else. Yet he sat in his chair, an ominous look cast over his face, his eyebrows furrowed with exhaustion.
"Yes, but, you're going to want to come see her," she responded, a mournful mien developed on her face, "please, Dr. Hunt, they asked for you."
Her. It was a girl. Was it his girl?
Meredith Grey awoke in a hospital bed, her mind stirred and her leg throbbing with pain. She opened her eyes slowly, to an empty room, with her vitals taped on a monitor. She let her thoughts guzzle for a moment, when she realized she knew who she was, where she was, what had happened, what was to become of all this. Lexie was dead. Her sister was dead. And she didn't even get to tell her how much she loved her. Meredith sat up, peering around the desolate space, and with reassurance that no one was there, she let out a sob. Her cries were quiet, but she needed this time so badly, she needed to cry and grieve and not let anyone else see her, because she, she was supposed to be the strong one; the rock. Derek would need her, Mark would need her, Zola would need her, she couldn't let anyone see her let her guard down. Only for this moment, could she take a step away from actuality and realize that her sister was gone, forever.
"Mer?" a familiar face rounded the doorway, "Mer you're awake?"
"Oh, yeah," she wiped her eyes with her hand, "Cristina shouldn't you be in a bed? Or were you not admitted?"
"Surprisingly the sling was outpatient, I get no drugs," she frowned with a slight chuckle, "Derek's still in surgery, in case you were wondering."
"Thanks," she replied, sniffling, "how's Mark?"
"How are you?" Cristina retorted, "and don't even pull the 'I'm fine' crap because I just saw you get all weepy and we both know why."
"She's gone," Meredith stated, a blank stare enveloping her countenance, "she's gone, she's gone forever."
As Meredith's voice began to crack, and the tears began to fall, Cristina took her cue to scoot her friend over and lay in the small hospital bed with her. She watched as Meredith closed her eyes and whimpered, crying for all the times she couldn't cry before. Without saying a word, Cristina leant her head into Meredith's neck, wrapped her hand in Meredith's, and closed her eyes, too.
"You can cry, too, it's okay to cry," Meredith said, almost reassuring herself.
"No, I'll let you have this one," Cristina replied, "you deserve to have this one."
tell me what you guys think of this! i have a long plan for how all this grief plays out, and i like to stay true to shonda, but not too true! this will ultimately be a MerDer story (because I adore them) but it will take awhile for their plot to progress, let me know thoughts, please leave a review!