1Disclaimer: Okay... Are these really needed? I mean if any of us had an real say in what goes on in the shows we write about would we really waste our time here? But, I don't want to get sued so... I don't own the characters or the show. There, I said it. But it would be nice to own Chris O'Donnell and Patrick Dempsey.
Meredith's P.O.V:
After seeing Addison and Derek together for a few days, you's think the sight would be less, I dunno, hard to believe but it's not. He picked her, that's it. I wonder how I managed to be in a relationship with a married man and not even know it, I mean, there are signs right. A look of taken-ness, a certain husband-esque behavior? Obviously not or else I would have caught it, or maybe I wouldn't. I hate the fact that I'm spending sleeping time thinking about him and about the used to be us. Then again I need to over evaluate it, that's what I do. I over evaluate until I find what seems to be the defining moment that ruined everything and that one moment becomes the bane of my existence. Then, somehow, I work it out, always, it just takes a while.
I hear a faint knock on the door, I sigh, knowing very well if no one screams about being woken or something along those lines the person knocking always enters. I put my head back on the pillow as the door scratches against the floor. I pretend to be asleep, it prevents me from having to talk to anyone. But then, I catch a whiff of that smell, his cologne but it's different, no longer mine. The thought makes me frown a little. Oh well, at this point I can't do anything about the situation. I realize that he's still standing at the door, he's realized it's me on the bottom bunk. I try to look a little more relaxed, I know he's seen me sleep, watched me sleep and that I need to try to fool him.
He finally decides to move, the door scratches closed and the room is dark. He moves slowly, stopping to look at me. I pretend to move in my sleep and he continues his journey to the top bunk. I hear the bed creak a bit, my eyes are still closed, I'm tired. I try to remember the last time I slept for more than 3 hours, I can't. I hate that, he's making me lose sleep. I push him out of my mind which is difficult considering he's right above me. Slowly, I drift off. The next thing I know, my pager is blaring at me and the light is on. I jolt up, hitting my head on the bed. "CRAP!" I yell grabbing my head and pager and running out of the room. I nearly ran into Bailey. "What's up?" I ask my head still searing.
"A bus accident and you ask what's up, get to work." "Which room?" "Just pick one!" She shouts over he shoulder. And that's why I love this job.
Okay, that's it so far, it'll get better I promise