Title: Sick Day
Author: MissMouseMD
Rating: K+
Disclaimer: Don't own it.
A/N: Aaaand... it's another Meredith-gets-sick-fic! But I'm not going to let it get cliched, or corny. And this is my first fic with a real plotline and like chapters, so please help out my self-esteem and REVIEW!
Desperate
She wakes up to nausea.
She barely makes it to the bathroom. It feels like everything she's eaten in the last week is making a reappearance.
When it's over, all she can do is lie down on the tile floor and sleep.
"Meredith? Meredith!"
She wakes up with a start. The room is spinning. Her head is pounding.
"Izzie?"
She's croaking like a frog.
"Okay, Meredith, what happened last night? How much did you drink!"
"Didn't…drink. Celibate, remember?"
Izzie looks worried now.
"Are you sick?"
She nods her head, and lays it back down on the floor.
The cool tile provides relief.
Izzie kneels down to feel her forehead.
"Oh my God, Mere, you're burning up. When did this start?"
"I…don't know."
"Okay, well, I can't miss work, so you're going to be by yourself, okay?"
Any other day, she'd be pissed that Izzie's talking to her like a five-year-old. But she's too sick to care.
"Let's go back to bed, okay?"
Izzie's helping her.
More like dragging her.
When they finally make it to the bed, they're both exhausted.
"I'm going to put a bucket by the bed, in case you're sick again, okay? If you feel well enough, try to drink fluids. You don't want to get dehydrated."
Izzie's in full Mother Mode.
"I…am a doctor…too, you know."
Izzie nods and, looking concerned, she leaves the room.
The day passes as a blur.
She's only half asleep.
Semiconscious.
"Mere? You okay in there?"
She's too tired to say anything.
She's shivering.
"Oh, God. You're even hotter. I'm going to take your temperature, okay?"
Izzie comes back with a thermometer.
"105.6. That's it; we're going to the hospital."
"No…no. No hospitals."
"Yes, Mere, you don't want to die, do you?"
Her eyes are glassy with fever.
"I'm sorry Mommy. I didn't mean to be bad."
She's hallucinating.
Izzie doesn't know what to say, so she just nods, and picks up the phone.
"It's okay, Mere."
"Why did Daddy leave me?"
Izzie looks sad. She's dialing the phone.
"I don't know, Mere, but you need to just try to sleep. I'm going to call George or someone to come help me, okay?"
"Okay. Do you love me, Mommy?"
Izzie feels so helpless. She hangs up the phone.
"Of course, Mere."
"No you don't. You don't! Nobody loves me."
Izzie's heart is breaking. George wasn't home.
"They do too. Everyone loves you. Now just go to sleep, okay?"
Izzie doesn't know who else to call. There is someone, but she really doesn't think it's a good idea.
"Why doesn't anybody love me? Why?"
She's crying now.
Izzie's desperate.
The phone rings.
"Come on, come on, pick up, come on."
"Hello?"
"Uhhh…Dr. Shepherd."
Crap. It's the FEMALE Dr. Shepherd.
But Izzie's so worried, she doesn't even care.
"Is the other Dr. Shepherd in, by any chance?"
"No, I'm sorry, he's not. And who is this?"
"Uhhh, this is Izzie. Izzie Stevens. I have a little bit of a problem, and I think he could help me out."
"Oh? How so?"
"It's Meredith, she's really sick, and I don't think I can get her to the hospital."
"I'll help you."
Izzie almost drops the phone in shock.
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