A/N: So this is my first fanfiction, thought I should wait with posting it. Don't be too hard at me, my English is bad. Hope you like it. Take care.
I was dead, and now I'm not. He saved me, and I didn't ask. I didn't even know anyone would do that for me.
"Hi," a voice from behind said, I didn't even have to turn around to know, it was him. I didn't want to look at him. I told him to pick me, but he didn't.
"Oh, you're ignoring me," I could feel his mcdreamy smile, even without looking. He moved closer, so close that I could feel him. I really hate the way he make me go week in my knees, i wanted to walk away, but my heart didn't.
"Okay, I get it, you don't want to talk to me, but you have to talk to your doctor," he smiled even more, "and if I'm not too wrong..." I turned around, "You're a married man Dr. Shepherd," I gave him a weak smile, "don't forget" and with that I walked away.
It's hard, but what can I do?
A/N: So, what do you think? I wrote this some month before I even knew about thought I could finish the story.
This
is right after the bomb, and right after the bomb accident Meredith
where in this car crash, and kind of died, but Derek saved her. This
chapter was Meredith's perspective, next will be Derek's .
Take care, and don't forget review.
