"I was right..." I feel the walls breaking.

"I was right..." The tears begin to fall.

"I was right." I begin to cry.

At first I started to feel relief when the tears fell. Relieved that the pregnancy was over, relieved that I wouldn't have to deceive Burke anymore.

But then I felt something else.

I fell into my bed, the tears falling harder and harder, "I'm right."

I was wrong.

Something I'd never felt anymore.

I feel guilty.

I feel guilty for not fighting for us when he tried to break me up.

It wasn't Switzerland. It wasn't neutral.

I was falling in love with him.

And he broke it off.

So I didn't tell him about the baby.

I was so wrong.

Izzie and George are standing over me like I'm some sort of spectacle.

"Do you want water?" he yells at me as if I'm deaf.

"Do you want some more kleenex?" she asks with fear as I claw at more from her hand.

"Are you okay?"

Seriously.

Do I look okay to them?

Izzie even tried to hug me.

I tried to kill her.

Then Meredith strolls in.

She strolls in with that 'Oh boo-hoo Derek doesn't love me and his wife is here' sulkiness about her.

I want to punch her.

"Make it stop!!" I cry. "Make it stop!!"

I wanted sedation, I wanted anything.

I couldn't face up to the fact that I was wrong.

I couldn't face up to the fact that I had feelings for him.

I couldn't face it.

It seemed like hours had passed, when in truth it had only been about 30 minutes and Burke came in.

Burke.

The last person I needed to see.

Tears still streaked my face, and leaked from my eyes.

I'm sure I look like death warmed over.

He reaches out to brush hair from my face and my body aches for him.

"She doesn't want to be touched." I hear my mother inform him matter-of-factly.

I curse her in the back of my head and look up to him.

He pulls off his jacket and gets in the bed with me.

He puts himself out there to comfort me.

To be with me.

Anybody could walk in.

I bury my face in his chest and cry harder.

Oh the guilt.

Oh the stinkin' guilt.

He brushes my hair from my forehead and brushes his lips against my forehead.

The tears are still falling, but something begins to replace the guilt.

That love feeling.

That feeling that grips my heart and makes me weaker.

Damn him.