Come in With the Rain
So, I am completely new to this whole Grey's Anatomy Fanfiction, so please, BARE with me :) This story follows up from the latest episode of the show, 7.13 Don't Deceive Me (Please Don't Go). Go easy on me, guys, and if you have any advice to help me write this story, then please SHARE! Oh, and if you don't understand the very beginning, i'm trying to start my story like they do with the show; Meredeth Grey narrating with an opening introduction. Enjoy!
Life, as we human beings all know, is not forever. We live through our years of being alive, as though we will always be there to witness ourselves grow into something more, not considering the fact that, that very day may be our last. Yet no one really appreciates their existence until the very moment they are facing death. It may be your death, the death of a loved one - or the death of a complete stranger you have just met in a bar while getting trashed. We doctors face death every day, and we grow to live with the reality that we can't save every person that is brought into the hospital.
But we also face death like every other person; death of a close friend, a close loved one and, in our professional eyes, death of a 'complete stranger'. Medicine, for us, is about death as much as it is about life. But when facing death straight on, what do we do? We sit there, and wait for it to consume our body and our souls and our very beings.
"Time of death, 18:15" Dr. Derek Shepard announced to the occupants of the OR, his low voice echoing across the deathly silent operating room.
It came as a surprise to everyone involved in his Alzheimer Clinical Trial when his very first patient, Daniel Cobb, developed some unseen complication a week after his initial operation and was rushed to the OR for an emergency surgery, but instead, in only an hour, his heart crashed, along with his temperature, and they weren't able to bring him back.
Already, this Clinical Trial was kicking off with a bad start.
Derek Shepard finally broke the silence of the room by forcing his magnifying glasses off his head and throwing it onto the metal tray beside him. His scrub cap followed, and soon he was storming out the doors of OR 1 with an angry expression marring his face.
Meredith Grey sighed, watching as her husband stormed off. "Stitch him back up, and clean his wounds. I'll go inform his wife." She said to no one in particular, entering the scrub room in a hurry and quickly scrubbing out.
It took almost a half an hour for Meredith to inform, and then comfort the wife for her husband's loss, and when she was finally done, she made her way to the Attending's Lounge, where she knew she would find Derek.
And she was right. As she swung open the door, she entered the room quietly and leaned against the threshold, her eyes landing on the only occupant of the room. "Derek" She called out.
She got no response; Derek, whom sat on the bench in front of his locker, stayed still, not even reacting to the sound of her voice.
Sighing in agitation at being ignored, Meredith closed the door and walked toward her husband, taking a seat beside him and grabbing a hold on his hand. "Derek, this is a Clinical Trial. You couldn't have expected our patients to not develop complications and die."
Derek stayed silent for a moment, before replying, "I know. I just… he seemed completely fine a week ago. Yes, he didn't regain his complete memory back - but he was alive and stable."
"I know, Derek, but we couldn't have seen this coming. Remember our first Clinical Trial? Every single one of our patients died, and we didn't succeed until our very last one."
Derek lifted his head up and stared at her, his eyebrows risen up high, "That does not help my confidence at all."
Meredith chuckled, "But we still have to face the fact that we won't get this right straight away. We're going to lose patients along the way, but each time we do, we'll learn what we did wrong, and what we need to improve on."
He sighed, running a hand through his already disheveled hair, but nodded in agreement, "You're right" He said quietly, turning his head to face her, "You're completely right."
Meredith smiled, caressing his cheek lovingly, "Of course I am." She laughed. "Why don't you head home? You look tired."
Derek stood up, but shook his head, "No, I think I'll just go to the bar. I need a strong drink after this day. You can come if you want"
Meredith stood as well, "I still have 2 more hours for my shift left, so I think I'll just help out in the Trauma floor. But don't forget; you have to work tomorrow, so don't drink too much, okay?"
"Okay." He leaned down and kissed her lightly on the lips, before grabbing his coat and striding out of the room.
"2 more hours." Meredith said to herself, rubbing her eyes tiredly and staring at the clock up ahead, before heading out of the door and to the elevators, "2 more hours until I can go home and get some sleep."
"Hey, ready to go home yet?" Arizona asked as she approached Callie at the Nurse's desk.
Callie looked up and smiled, "Yeah, just a second. I have to sign this first, and then we can leave."
Arizona nodded in response, leaning against the counter. A small smile stretched across her face as her eyes dragged up the length of her girlfriend's body, resting on her abdomen area where she knew her future child was currently growing.
"Stop staring at my stomach." Callie said loudly, snapping Arizona out of her thoughts, "You're making me feel insecure. Do I already show?"
Arizona laughed out load, shaking her head, "Callie, you haven't reached 8 weeks yet; you don't show until your third month!"
"Yeah, well… whatever. Lets just go home, okay?"
Arizona smiled and pushed herself off the counter, grabbing a hold of Callie's hand and leading her to the elevator. As she pressed the button to call the lift up to their floor, she leaned over and kissed her girlfriend's check gently. When she leaned back out, she could see, quite clearly, the large smile on Callie's face.
The elevator 'ding' alerted them back to reality, and they both stepped into the elevator with large grin's on their faces, barely acknowledging Lexie Grey, who stood against the very back of the elevator with a scowl on her face, an intense glare directed at Callie.
"No luck with Lexie yet?" A voice asked from behind him.
Mark placed his cup of scotch on the table top and turned around, facing the tired and bothered face of his best friend, Derek Shepard. He just shook his head in dejection, hating himself for thinking about her almost every hour of every day. "Nope. She won't even listen to me."
"Ah, tough luck, my friend." Derek said, taking the stool beside him and gesturing to Joe for his usual.
"There you go. Single- maltscotch, just the way you like it."
"Thanks, Joe," He said, taking a large gulp from his cup. He clenched his eyes shut at the strong taste, before turning back to Mark, "Looks like you and Lexie Grey just aren't meant to be."
Mark turned to him and glared viciously, "Thanks for the support." He said sardonically, also taking a big swallow of his drink.
They sat in silence for a while, both too deep into thought, until Mark couldn't stand it any longer, "So, why are you here? Shouldn't you be at home with your wife?"
"I, uh… I just had a difficult day, thats all. And Meredith's shift still hasn't ended yet, so she's still at the hospital."
"Want to talk about it?" Mark offered.
Derek shook his head, "No, I'm not in the mood to talk about this."
Mark's eyebrows shot open, wondering what was making his best friend so gloomy, until a thought popped into his head, "Ah… so shit hit the fan with that Clinical Trial of yours, then?"
"Mark, I said I don't want to talk about it." Derek snapped, giving his companion an intense stare.
Mark lifted his hands up in surrender, a surprised look taking over his face, "Alright, alright, just calm down. I was only trying to help."
And for the next few minutes, their silence continued on. That is, until the ground began to shake, and chaos ensued.
"You know that was cheating, right Yang?" Avery said as he approached her at the front doors of the hospital, stopping right in front of her.
Christina looked up from her phone and stared, waiting for him to state his point. When he said nothing, she snapped, "Yeah, so?"
"You're playing dirty."
"Yeah, well, its a hard game to play, Avery. You're just gonna have to deal with the fact that I stole another patient from right under your nose, this week."
Avery chuckled sardonically, "Oh, you are evil. I understand why your interns hate you so much."
Christina just shook her head and looked back down at her phone, reading the text Owen sent her, telling her he won't be returning home until a few more hours, because he had to perform an emergency surgery on a patient.
"I won't let this happen again, Yang. I'll be getting the next patient that comes in. You just wait and see."
"Yeah, okay." Christina said distractedly, typing quickly on the key's of her phone.
Avery just sighed, and prepared to walk back inside the hospital when a large shake shook the ground. He looked up in a panic and met Christina's gave, whom quickly took hold on the wall. "Earthquake" She uttered, her eyes widened.
"How goes your tweeting, Dr. Bailey?" Chief Webber asked as he walked up to the Surgical Board, where Miranda Bailey stood, reading the names and surgeries that were listed.
Dr. Bailey turned around and grinned, "Its going great, Chief. Thank you for approving the idea."
"You're welcome, Dr. Bailey."
Dr. Bailey opened her mouth to ask the Chief what he was doing at the moment, when she was interrupted by a large, trembling quake from the ground.
Her eyes drifted to the clock by the door, and when she noticed that only an hour passed from when Derek had left, she sighed in agitation.
Still an hour left for her shift, and she had absolutely nothing to do. From her laying position on the bed in an on-call room, Meredith reached forward and grabbed her pager, willing it to start beeping and announcing to her that there is an emergency coming in, and that they needed her help.
She knew she shouldn't be hoping for a trauma to come in just so that she could occupy her time with something, but there was nothing to do.
And just as that thought entered her head, her pager began to beep. Sitting up quickly, she stared at the screen, which told her to go to the Emergency doors, where an ambulance was bringing in a critical patient.
But before she could even reach the door, a large, shaky quake shook the floor, causing her to trip over her feet and fall to the ground in a large heap.
The shake began to get more fierce, until she could barely barely see straight. "Oh God. An earthquake." She yelled out loudly in a panic, looking around for something to hold onto until it calmed down.
Her hands shot out and grabbed onto the bunk-beds, her eyes wide open in fright.
It didn't seem to stop, and her panic almost escalated into a full attack.
Items seemed to be falling to the ground all around her, and the beds were tipping left and right, unable to find balance. A cupboard to her left fell with a loud bang to the floor.
Before she could even see it coming, the bunk bed to the right of the one she was holding onto began to fall, and she knew she wouldn't be able to move away in time.
Pain shot up her legs as the bunk bed landed to the floor, and Meredith cried out loudly. The shaking instantly stopped, and no more objects were falling down. Tears filled up her eyes and quickly escaped - she could clearly see the blood that began to seep out from under the bunk-bed, coming from her now-hidden legs.
And just when she thought the worst was over, the ground began to shake once again, and the only thing Meredith could do was hope that someone would come for her soon.
The only thing she could do was hope that someone would come for her before she passes out from the pain that seemed to consume her entire body.
I'm not really happy with this chapter, because I didn't really know how to describe an earthquake, but I hope it catches your interest enough for you to want to read more! Anyway, I don't really have time to read over it for any mistakes, as I have to leave right now, but I hope you could look over those mistakes. I promise my other chapters won't be as bad!
Please give me your opinions, and advice! Thank you.
-Roxy