There it goes. The small clock struck five. I took a deep breath and walked to the phone. It was five. Bailey said I could panic at five.
As I walked to the phone, I saw a flash of blue and red out of the corner of my eye. I turned my head and saw the police car pulling up to the house. The dream house. That Derek built.
As a doctor, I knew what this meant, but I didn't want to believe it. Instead I froze. I froze until they knocked at the door, and I walked over and opened it.
Was this the house of Derek Shepherd? I needed to come with them. My brain was in full panic mode. My Derek. What happened to him? The only thing I could think clearly about was my kids. They needed to come with me.
I told the police officers to wait. I turned back inside to go and gently wake Zola and Bailey up. I couldn't explain what we were doing. I just told them we were on a car ride.
We left the house and the officers led us to their car. We climbed into the squad car with Bailey's stroller in the trunk, and I held their hands as the officers drove us to a hospital that I had only heard of once or twice. Dillard. A small hospital with little trauma experience.
My mind was racing and yet there were no thoughts. I was panicked on the inside, but on the outside my face was stoic. I tried to keep myself calm for Zola and Bailey, and also for myself.
As we pulled up to the hospital, my breaths came short and fast. I tried to keep calm as I stepped out of the car. I put Bailey in the stroller and held Zola's hand as we walked through the hospital's doors. A nurse came to me immediately and walked me through what had happened.
When we got close to Derek's room, I reluctantly handed Zola and Bailey off to the social workers. I didn't want to let them go, but I knew they couldn't go in with me. I couldn't let them see what I didn't even want to see myself.
After I was left alone, a nurse led me to Derek's room.
The sight took my breath away.
He was hooked up to so many tubes and wires. I was used to seeing patients like this, but it was different with someone I knew. With Derek.
As I stared at him, the nurse explained to me how incredibly lucky he was to not be dead right not. He was in a medically induced coma. They didn't know how functional he would be when, or if, he woke up. The nurse was telling me all this, but all I could do was look at him.
The nurse told me she'd give me some time alone. When she left, I walked over to the bed and pulled up a chair. I sat down and gripped his arm with my hands.
"Oh Derek. What have you done?" I whispered to myself.
AN: And…. A new story! This story is going to follow Derek's recovery after the car wreck! How I wish things could have happened. The following chapters are going to be much much longer. Follow the story for more!