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All of these lines across my face
Tell you the story of who I am
So many stories of where I've been
And how I got to where I am
But these stories don't mean anything
When you've got no one to tell them to
It's true...I was made for you
I climbed across the mountain tops
Swam all across the ocean blue
I crossed all the lines and I broke all the rules
But baby I broke them all for you
Because even when I was flat broke
You made me feel like a million bucks
Yeah you do and I was made for you
You see the smile that's on my mouth
Is hiding the words that don't come out
And all of my friends who think that I'm blessed
They don't know my head is a mess
No, they don't know who I really am
And they don't know what I've been through but you do
And I was made for you...
The rain was coming down in heavy sheets as it pounded relentlessly on the windshield, making it nearly impossible to see where she was going. Despite the wiper blades going a mile a minute on the glass, the downpour was so intense it did not make a difference. She knew it was stupid to drive on a night like this, but she needed to get there before it was too late. Frantically wiping the tears from her eyes with nerveless fingers and pushing the soaked strands of her golden hair from her face, she maneuvered the car through the dark and wet streets of Seattle. As hard as she tried to focus on the street, her mind kept going back to the events earlier that night…to the fight that led to her driving like a maniac
::flashback::
"How could you do this to me? To us?"
"It's not what you think! Please, you have to—"
"I see you two with your arms wrapped in a lover's embrace and that's all you have to say?"
"Please just let me explain."
"No! There will be no more explaining. I've ignored all the rumors of the affair because I love you but it wasn't enough for you. I wasn't enough for you! When we get home, I want you to pack your stuff and leave. This thing between us is over."
"It can't be over! I refuse to let us end like this!"
::end flashback::
A new wave of tears fell down her already tear-soaked face as it blended with the old tears and salty rain water. She desperately tried to blink the tears away, but the more that she did the heavier the tears fell. Her heart was beating erratically against her chest as she rounded yet another street, bringing her closer to her destination. She silently cursed the stupid maze the streets formed with its many cul-de-sacs and myriads of small streets that led to nowhere. In the light of day, the streets to this wealthy neighborhood can be welcoming and easy to navigate through. Having lived here for close to three years, she should be able to find her way home blindfolded but tonight she was finding it extremely difficult. With her mind quickly losing its focus and straying back to the fight, she did not see the cat as it scurried across the street and in one quick movement, she swerved the car narrowly missing it but the sudden move caused her to slam her car into a streetlight. She closed her eyes as she prepared herself for the impact that was inevitably going to come. The impact struck her body so hard it jolted her from her seat. Had she not had the seatbelt securely fastened around her, she was sure she would've been thrown clear across the street. Her ears rang as she heard the loud distinct noise of metal coming into contact with metal as sparks flew in all different directions, reminding her of a firework show. Mixed in with the piercing sounds of metal being bent and twisted, she heard the sound of glass breaking and tires screeching on the wet cold pavement.
She felt the cold raindrops fall on her face and opened her eyes to discover that she was laying sideways. Turning her neck to one side, she looked straight up into the dark grey skies watching as the raindrops pounded without mercy on her blood-stained face. Moving her head to the other side to get relief from the punishing rain, she found herself staring at a big pool of water that formed along the sidewalk. The impact left her winded and with little strength she had, she tried to move. She felt a sharp pain shoot from her left foot, up the length of her leg and straight into her lower back, causing her to scream in sheer agony. She tried to move again, only to be dealt the same pain. Panting from the pain and exhaustion, she knew her leg was stuck and more than likely broken.
She fought some more until she had not an ounce of energy left in her badly injured body and collapsed into her seat. Her breathing was labored as she struggled to get air into her lungs. She could hear the blaring sound of sirens and people shuffling about as she drifted in and out of consciousness. The last image that flashed across her face was Derek's as she slipped into complete unconsciousness.
"How did your SRS go today?" Derek asked Mark as he adjusted his shirt collar over his leather jacket. It was the end of their 12 hour shift and they were riding the elevator together to leave work.
"Like me, the surgery was perfect," Mark answered cockily. "Once the swelling goes down, Donna can live her life was a happy penis-less woman."
"You're an arrogant ass," replied Derek, rolling his eyes at his friend.
"I may be arrogant and I may be an ass, but I'm an arrogant ass that has a hot date with a hot nurse tonight," he grins at Derek, raising and lowering his brows suggestively.
"Another nurse? I swear, I didn't think there were any left in this city that you haven't already screwed or are too smart to date you because of your reputation."
"My good friend, it is because of my reputation, both in and out of the sheets, that gets me these dates. You'd be wise to take notes and learn from the master seducer himself."
"Unlike you, I don't have the desire to spread my seed all through Seattle. I am content with where I am, thank you very much."
"Content," said Mark with disgust in his voice. "That word makes you sound domesticated."
"I am domesticated and I like it."
"It's depressing and suffocating. The word alone is a buzz kill," he retorted, dryly. "Speaking of which, how's the wife?"
"She's not my wife!" snapped Derek as he turned to glare at Mark.
"Well you two act like an old, boring married couple."
"We're not married and I'm not old. I'm the same age as you."
"Perhaps, but you act like you're fifty and the wife is sucking the life out of you," he said, ignoring the sneer Derek gave him. "What the hell happened to you? You used to be fun. We used to have so much fun…you, me and Mer—"
"Don't say her name!" Derek barked, surprising himself as well as Mark. He thought he had forgotten her, but the slightest mention of her name still had him in knots. He pulled at his shirt collar, forcefully pulling at the button to loosen the top.
"Er…sorry," said Mark, giving Derek's hand a light squeeze. "I thought you were over her."
"I am. I just don't like hearing her name." he lied. "Can we talk about something else?"
"We can talk about sex," Mark joked, trying to ease the tension.
"I don't want to talk about sex with you." He turned to see Mark stand there with a big goofy grin on his face. He tried to feign annoyance at his friend, but his face broke into a smile and they both shared a hearty laugh as the doors opened.
"So what are you and the wi…er, sorry…the girlfriend doing tonight?"
"I think she's planned a dinner and movie."
"So I was right?"
"About what?"
"You are boring."
Derek was about to reply when he heard their names being called from behind. "Dr. Shepherd. Dr. Sloan! Wait!" They turned to see a nurse running towards them. Stopping a few feet from where they stood, she took a few deep breaths and said "I'm glad I caught you. Dr. Webber is looking for you. He needs you in OR 1 right now."
"Tell him our shift ended and—"
"He asked for us? Can't one of the other doctors assist him?" asked Derek, cutting Mark off. He knew Mark was anxious to leave for his date and he was being a little irate with the poor nurse.
"Yes, Dr. Shepherd," replied the young nurse, nervously wringing her hands together. "He said this is a VIP case and he only trusts you two."
"That's it?" asked Mark.
"All I know is that a young woman was brought in earlier with severe injuries to her head and a possible broken leg."
Derek and Mark went to change into their scrubs and were heading to the OR when they ran into the Chief.
"What's so important about this VIP case that you need the both of us?" asked Mark as the three of them made their way down the hall.
"Earlier today, a young woman was brought in with multiple contusions, massive internal injuries, and suffering fr—" The Chief's voice broke as he was overcome with emotion. Taking a deep breath, he cleared his throat and continued "…from hypothermia and a broken leg."
"Are you okay, Chief?" asked Derek, seeing the worry lines clearly etched on the Chief's face. "It's just a patient. Mark and I will do our best—"
"It's not just any patient," interrupted Richard. "She's…she's my god-daughter. Her mother and I did our residencies together and when she died, I promised to take care of her."
"Is she going to need surgery? Is that why you called us into the OR?"
"Not now," replied the Chief, letting out a big sigh of relief. "We managed to stabilize her and moved her to ICU. Her x-ray results have just returned and I want you two to examine them." He handed a file to Derek and waited as he held the x-ray up to the light.
"Everything looks fine, but we should run some more tests tomorrow to make sure something wasn't missed. Can we see her?"
"Yes," replied the Chief as he led the way to ICU. When they reached the door to the room, the Chief stopped abruptly and turned to them "Before we go in, I want you to know—"
"You don't need to prepare us. We're doctors. We're used to seeing the worst case scenario," said Mark as he tried to walk into the room.
Putting his hand up to stop Mark from going any further, he said "I was going to say that in addition to her being my god-daughter, she also happens to be famous so discretion is of the utmost importance here."
"That explains the VIP status. I wonder who it could be," mumbled Mark under his breath so only Derek heard the sarcastic remark. They walked into the room to see a few nurses standing at the head of the bed, fussing with the monitors, blocking her face from their view. The Chief cleared his throat, effectively getting their attention and politely asked them to leave the room. As soon as they cleared out, Derek was able to get a good look at the patient and at that moment, he felt his heart drop into his stomach. He stood motionless as he felt a wave of shock wash over his numb body. With this eyes transfixed on the lifeless form, he kept telling himself over and over again that it was not her. It couldn't be her. He needed it not to be her…not now after all these years…after the hell he went through trying to forget her.
Suffering from the same shock, Mark looked over at Derek and knew exactly what he was thinking. "Derek…"
"No. I can't do this. Not now." With that, he turned on his heel and walked out, trying desperately to force his heavy legs to carry him as far away as possible.
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