Write so this is my first Fan Fictin on here! So I really want your comments to see how I can improve. Anyways I hope you enjoy it!
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the character's used in this fiction, they belong to the creaters of Grey's Anatomy.
Keep Her
I rested on my bathroom floor and my person Cristina waiting outside. I wanted to do this alone; which was what I would be if the test came back positive. Derek was with Addison, he'd picked her. I felt ashamed that I'd got myself into this predicament in the first place, being pregnant was unimaginable. I am an intern, interns don't get pregnant. How am I supposed to continue working at Seattle Grace Hospital? The stares were already intensifying, rumors would be coming out of their ears. Plus the sole embarrassment of telling the Chief, he looks at me as his daughter, now I just felt like a naughty teenager. A tap on the door interrupted my thoughts.
"Meredith, it's been like twenty minutes. How long does it take to pee on a stick?" Cristina smirked, still knocking at the door. I rose to my feet and unlatched the door, I could feel that I looked a mess. A broken, tearful mess. Cristina stepped across the room, if I wasn't going to look it was her queue to do the person thing. She picked up the test and upon staring at it for a few seconds, her eyes widened.
"You're pregnant Meredith" She whispered, unsure of my reaction. At first I just stood there, glancing at the floor, before looking Cristina in the eye. I burst out laughing, which was very unexpected. Cristina didn't understand.
"This is just fantastic. I find the guy that I want to spend the rest of my life with, who I have the most incredible sex with and he picks the wife. And now I'm alone, I find out that I'm pregnant with his baby" I dropped to the ground, my laughter turning to sobs as the realisation me. I am pregnant. I have a living person inside of me. What was I going to do?
"What are you going to do?" Cristina asked, sitting down beside me. I shrugged my shoulders, it was time from some heavy thinking. Keep it or abort it. Tell Derek or don't tell Derek. I had to do something fast.
The following morning I found my head down a toilet bowl, vomiting for what seemed like hours. With Cristina at her own apartment, Izzie and George were the only people left in the house. The two people who were most likely to ask about this sudden condition, however I had been up all night thinking. And I knew I could pass this off as a hangover, to be honest I been getting drunk a lot recently. I leant back against the bathroom wall, breathing in and out deeply. Upon flushing the toilet I left the bathroom to find something suitable to wear. What is one meant to wear when one is telling a person one is pregnant? I relented that I would probably be wearing scrubs anyway. Of course I'd need a blood test, but I'd already squared it with Cristina. We would meet before rounds in an on-call room, where Cristina would bring the relevant equipment.
"Meredith you should really stop drinking tequila, I mean it's like every night. George and me are worried. Do you want to talk about it?" Izzie asked concerned, passing me a mug of coffee. I glanced at the coffee for a second, before passing it back to Izzie.
"George get in here" Izzie shouted, George ran in one shoe on and one held in his right hand.
"You yelled?" He asked, looking at both the women infront of him.
"Meredith won't take the coffee, it's weird. She is being weird. I mean seriously what is going on with her?"
"She didn't take the coffee?" He replied, staring awkwardly at me.
"You both know I'm here, right?" I asked before grabbing my car keys and walking out of the door. Izzie slammed down the coffee and ran out to the car. George hopping ferociously behind me, I was indeed their lift.
Once parked I went along with the plan, so I made my way towards the on-call room. However there was an obstacle in my way. Derek. Yes he was standing right in front of the chosen on-call room. Typical. Even without knowing, he was preventing me from moving on. Finally after waiting several minutes he walked over to Sloan. I gulped and entered, hoping no-one saw me. Cristina was already in there looking slightly flustered.
"What took you so long, Shepherd nearly made an entrance" Cristina said sternly.
"He was sort of a barrier in my way" I replied, sitting down wanting to get this over with. Then I would definitely know where I stood. Cristina wiped the area with antiseptic and I clenched my fist helping her find a vein. I didn't want to admit to her that I am petrified of needles, so I looked in the opposite direction. Once the needle entered the skin, I yelped a little, it wasn't that it was painful, it was just that it was inside me. After what seemed like hours, Cristina had taken enough blood and carefully removed the needle from my arm.
"Thank you" I said, holding her arm in the air. However there was a knock at the door. I panicked that it was Derek or worse Addison. Cristina stuffed the equipment into a plastic bag, putting the sample in her scrub pocket. Cristina nodded at me to open the door. We were shocked to see Burke looking in on us.
"Cristina, , may I ask why you aren't rounding?" He asked curiously, barely looking at me, but staring intently at Cristina.
"We were just leaving" Cristina pushed me out of the door and past Burke. We walked briskly to the intern locker rooms, hoping that we hadn't in fact been late for rounds. I sighed with relief as I noticed Alex, Izzie and George sat in the locker room. Cristina nodded at me as I was about to enter the locker room, to say she going to get the sample tested.
"What was that?" Izzie asked.
"What was what?" I answered getting my scrubs out of my locker and proceeding to change into them. I wanted this whole situation to be kept under wraps, well at least until I knew for definite.
"Doesn't matter, where's Cristina gone? I mean rounds start in five, you'd have thought she'd be stealing all the good cases and rubbing it in our noses" Izzie rolled her eyes.
"Not sure, she needed to do find Burke or something…" I replied hoping it was the end of all these questions. When actually I wanted answers. It wasn't long before Cristina came running in at full speed. The desperation evident in her eyes. Just as Bailey walked in, she stared at us before walking out the door, this was our queue to follow her.