EVERYTHING CHANGES
Chapter 1 - "Day 1"
Author's Note: This fanfic takes place right after the shocking yet awesome season 6 finale. The show belongs to Shonda Rhimes and ABC and I have no relation to either of them. This is just fanfiction and made for pure entertainment which I hope you will enjoy. Also, please review afterwards :) Thanks and happy reading!
"How is he?" Meredith asked as she walked towards the nurses's station in her scrubs. She hadn't slept in 48 hours and Derek was still in the ICU.
"I just gave him his Meds," Cristina replied, folding a bunch of charts and files. "He's gonna be fine. You should go in and talk to him."
"Nah," said Meredith. "I should let him sleep. He's probably really tired."
"Whatever."
Meredith shrugged and turned around to walk away.
"You're going to tell him, though, right?" Cristina asked, not looking up.
Meredith stopped walking and turned around to face her. "Tell him what?"
"About McBaby. And that you lost the baby."
"I will tell him."
"Good."
"Good."
"'Cause if you don't, you know...it's just gonna be like-it's just better if you tell him. I mean, you're not all 'dark and twisty Meredith' anymore so you should tell him not dwell on it."
"I'm going to tell him, Cristina," Meredith said slowly. "He needs to rest now."
"Ok. Oh guess who keeps checking up on your husband?" Meredith looked at her confused. "Miss Lovey-Loverson over there." Cristina pointed her head towards April, who was walking towards Meredith now.
"Hi, Mrs. Shepard. Is-is Mr. Shep-the Chief-is he better?" April asked, nervously.
"He's sleeping, Dr. Kepner. Something you should try too," Meredith started to walk away.
"What's-what's gonna happen now?" April asked, a bit shaken up. Meredith turned around and looked at her, confused. "With-with the hospital? With-with everything? I mean, god this is a crime scene now. We-we have patrol covering up every corner of every hall, there's angry parents leaving with their sick kids, disturbed patients transferring to other hospital, a bunch of interns quitting..."
"We will deal with everything...once Dr. Shepard becomes available, and capable, of dealing with it. Don't worry about it, April."
"It's just...well, since your his wife, I mean...don't you think you should be dealing with all that stuff now? Being the chief's wife, I mean."
Meredith kept staring at her.
"I'm a third year resident, Dr. Kepner, and you're a surgeon. Just go do your job. Go...save someone's life. Or something!"
"There's no-one," April breathed. "There are no patients. Everyone left."
Meredith took a deep breath. This day sucks.
Mark approached the nurses' station where Lexie had been doing paperwork all day long. The events that had happened a couple of days ago had traumatized her, but nothing that Encyclopedia-brain can't handle.
"Hey," Mark whispered.
Lexie looked up, forced a smile on her face and sighed. "Hi."
Just then, Alex approached the counter too and started signing some papers. He looked up at Mark and Lexie who in turn looked up at him too. All three remain in silence.
"What?"
"Nothing," Lexie smiled.
"Just because I'm sleeping with her," Alex turned to Mark, "you can't even say hello anymore?"
"I don't care who you do or do not sleep with, Dr. Karev," Mark replied sternly and upset. "I frankly couldn't care any less if you started making babies. For all I know, I'm...I'm with someone too."
"Really?" Alex chuckled. "An imaginary girlfriend?"
"Shut the hell up," Mark stated before walking away.
"Dr. Webber!" Miranda ran after Richard once she saw him in a hallway. "Dr. Webber!"
"Dr. Bailey," Richard nodded at her. "It's been a few days, everyone's back at the hospital, people seem to have forgotten-" He stopped once he saw two bulgy police officers standing by the elevator. "-well, at least people are trying to move on. It's a...it's a tough day for everyone but we're expecting a new wave of trauma coming in."
"That's what I wanted to talk to you about. They called again, they transferred the patients to Seattle Prespetarian."
"What?" Richard said with a disappointed voice.
"They don't want to come to this hospital," Miranda said slowly as she shook her head.
Richard took a deep breath and looked away. "No one does." He walked away, leaving Miranda saddened and sighing.
Arizona walked into room 2013 with a brave face and a tough voice. "Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Banks." She greeted two tall, middle-aged parents who stood by their son's bedside worried and petrified. Arizona shook their hands gracefully and then turned to the boy. "Hello, Sam. How're we feeling today?"
"Bad," He grunted. The twelve year-old boy never said he was feeling better. It was always "bad" or "worse than yesterday" or "it hurts here and here and there". It was never, oh ever, "good".
"Does it still hurt in your belly?" Arizona looked at him and forced another smile.
"Yes. Not just my belly, Dr. It hurts everywhere."
"He's been complaining again," Mr. Banks rolled his eyes and sighed. "Says it hurts everywhere."
"We uh we were hoping you would check up on him again, do some tests again. Maybe see if the cancer was back."
Arizona nodded gracefully and smiled. "Of course, Mrs. Banks. Anything." Then she turned to Sam. "Alright, little fella, I'm gonna go get some doctors and they're gonna prep you up for an MRI okay? It won't hurt. It's just a picture. We just need to see what's wrong so that we can treat your pain, okay?"
"Okay," he said slowly.
"This shouldn't take long. You can wait in the waiting rooms, Mr. and Mrs. Banks."
"Uh, Dr. Robbins?" Mr. Banks followed her to the door. "We-we shouldn't be worried, should we? I mean, we don't have to take our son to another hospital, do we? Be-because of what happened?"
What happened.
"No, of course not Mr. Banks. This hospital is one of the best you could possibly take your son to. You have nothing to worry about." She smiled gracefully at him.
"Thank you, Dr. Robbins."
She smiled again and walked away, wishing Mr. Banks had taken his son elsewhere. I cannot deal with sick kids today. I cannot deal with death today. He better not die on me... Oh god.
Cristina walked up to Lexie at the counter of the nurses' station. Lexie seemed to be too busy reading a newspaper.
"I need post-ops on patient with the sprained ankle." Cristina ordered. Lexie didn't even look up at her. "Hello! Little Grey."
"Oh my god," Lexie gasped at the newspaper.
"Why the hell are you reading-" Cristina peeked at the paper. "The aubituaries? Seriously? You like reading about dead people? On this day?"
"Cristina," Lexie gasped again.
"What? What's wrong with you, Little Grey? Let me see that." Cristina grabbed the newspaper. "What, what's so-oh my god."
Lexie seemed so close to cry. "Here he comes; don't say anything."
Alex approached the counter. "What's wrong with you?" He asked Cristina. "Reading the paper? REALLY?"
Cristina put the newspaper down and Alex could now see that she had been crying. "Yang, why are you crying like a baby?"
"Alex," Cristina almost choked on her words. She was surprised she even found her voice. "Izzie died."
"What?"
Alex looked at her for two seconds, then at Lexie who was crying too much now. Then he grabbed the newspaper. "Give me that." It only took him about five seconds to read it, to really read it and find out. Then within a minute, he turned around and walked away like nothing just happened.
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