Meredith Grey slammed her back against the cold and uncomfortable surface of a gurney, pushing her knees up to face the ceiling and throwing her arms above her head.
"What's got you?" Cristina said, raising an eyebrow.
"This might be the first time I've sat down in the past 24 hours ... I feel like a freakin' intern again!"
Cristina scoffed at her best friend. "At least you haven't been stuck down here writing up post op after post op ... I have no sympathy whatsoever." Meredith rolled her eyes. True enough, she would much rather be in the OR cutting rather than writing post op notes ... but it still didn't make her feel better. She couldn't remember the last time she'd had such a busy night on call ... then she just couldn't refuse the open heart surgery Hahn had offered her to scrub in on just as her shift had ended at 7 that morning. It was now approaching noon and Meredith was exhausted.
"Why does it not surprise me you have no sympathy? Where is everyone anyway?"
"Izzie's in the clinic, it's Alex's' day off, George is scrubbed in with your McDreamy boyfriend and I am here writing post op notes and listening to you whine. Did I miss anyone out?" Meredith frowned at her friend but shook her head all the same. McDreamy boyfriend. The term still made her laugh even years after Cristina had branded it him. She sighed a closed her eyes, thinking of said boyfriend and how happy she was again. 10 glorious weeks after standing in a field of candles, watching him return to her after breaking up with Rose, and she was still in bliss. She felt a silly smile spread across her face despite herself. She still had the intimacy issues, she still had the abandonment issues, she still had the mommy and the daddy issues and she was still scared as hell to do the life time thing ... but strangely enough Derek made it no way near as scary as it had been without him. 10 weeks of flirting in the elevators, 10 weeks of stealing kisses in the on call rooms, 10 weeks of stealing much more then kisses in on call rooms ... 10 weeks of this, she thought. Wait. That can't be right ... 10 weeks ... she shot bolt upright suddenly, making Cristina jump so hard she dragged the pen across her post op notes.
"Jesus Meredith! What the hell was that? Look at this! Oh man ... now I'm gonna have to start over! Thanks!" But Meredith wasn't listening. 10 weeks ... 10 weeks could NOT be right. She felt her breathing get heavier and came over all hot. "What is wrong with you?" Cristina caught her attention; frown on her face as to what Meredith was thinking about.
"I ... I ... I ..." She spluttered.
"I? I? I? Spit it out!" Cristina demanded.
"I'm late!" Meredith watched as her friends face dropped.
"For what?"
"I ... I ..." Meredith locked her eyes onto Cristina's. "I have to go!" She jumped off the gurney, ignoring her person's protests and ran quickly up the empty corridor. She was freaking out, there was no other way to put it ... hyperventilating and moving quickly, ignoring everything and everyone she walked past until she pushed open a supply closet and slumped herself against the wall. She could NOT be pregnant ... how late am I? She wondered, counting the weeks in her head. 4 weeks ... she was 4 weeks late ... fear ran her veins cold as she started frantically rambling to herself.
"Holy crap ... what am I gonna do? ... Cannot be pregnant ... I mean ... it's just not possible! ... Okay it is possible ... but ... oh crap ..." Words tumbled out of her mouth faster then she could think and she angrily kicked a metal bucket to the opposite side of tiny room she was attempting to pace in. "Always been careful ... weren't we? ... Oh I can't remember! ... Been at it every freakin' day for 10 weeks ... why on earth did I not see this? 4 weeks! 4 weeks with nothing and I don't notice! My god I'm pathetic!" In the midst of talking to herself, Meredith barely noticed the door open and George walk in.
"Meredith?"
She took no notice, carrying on her rant but in small whispers. "... It's all his fault ... should have more control ... and me ... It's my fault ... cannot believe I'm 4 weeks late ..."
"Mere? You okay? Mere? MEREDITH?!" He shouted, snapping her out of her trance.
"Oh. George."
"Are you okay?"
"I ... errrrm ... I'm ..." Should she just tell him? Meredith looked at George hopelessly. "I'm fine, George." She sighed.
"Really fine ... or Meredith fine ... because ... the two are very very different things ..."
"I'm ... I'm ..." She was at a loss for words. "I'm FREAKING OUT!" George jumped back slightly as she started shouting. "I mean ... SERIOUSLY?! SERIOUSLY?!"
"S-seriously ... what?"
"Just when things we're PERFECT with us ... this has to happen! What if it ruins everything George? And you know what's REALLY terrifying is that I don't seem to be freaking out as much as I should be freaking out, you know?" George watched as Meredith began pacing again, very confused as to what had gotten her so upset. "4 weeks! 4 weeks late and I don't even NOTICE!" She'd said it before she could stop herself. Shooting a look at George and watching his eyes pop out of his head in shock, Meredith sighed heavily; sitting down on the bucket she had kicked over earlier and waited for George's reaction.
"YOU'RE PREGNANT?!"
"Say it louder George! I don't think the morgue heard you!!" she protested, jumping up and smacking his arm with all the force she could muster, receiving another loud "OUCH! MEREDITH!"
"You're pregnant? Seriously?" He whispered frantically.
"I ... I don't no ... exactly ... I know I'm 4 weeks late ... which means I could possibly be 8 weeks pregnant ... and if I'm 8 weeks pregnant it means I'm 2 months pregnant ... and if I'm 2 months pregnant it means I only have 7 months before I have to give birth ... and ... and have a baby ... and ... and 7 months is not long at all George ..." She shook her head slowly at George, her eyes wide with fear, unblinking. "This ... this is bad ... George ... very bad ... very bad ..."
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