Meredith stood, typing on a computer in one of her patients rooms. She heard rustling behind her and turned around, seeing that the patient she had thought had been unconscious was standing up. She quickly urged him to lay back down multiple times, gently gripping his arms to ease him into the bed.

He got aggressive quickly, grabbing her arms and throwing her against the wall. She groaned in pain and he grabbed her again, slamming her against the wall over and over again. She screamed out for help and wailed in pain as he threw her to the ground. She felt a crack in her chest and hoped that he was done.

Meredith pretended to have passed out and prayed that he would leave her alone. She felt pain radiating across her back and her face, doing everything in her power not to yell out in agony.

She let out a scream as his arms wrapped around her again, clutching her eyes tightly shut and moaning as he threw her against the bed and then back against the wall. She felt the blinds of the window digging into her back as he pushed her to the ground again, this time hitting her head.

Tears spilled from her eyes as she laid motionless on the ground, begging for the pain to stop. The skin on her face was tender from being smashed so many times and her hair fell into her face, masking her eyes, which were bloodshot and full of tears.

She whimpered and sobbed as she heard a thump behind her and assumed the patient had collapsed. She was unable to move, frozen in excruciating pain and fear. She couldn't close her eyes either, terrified of the nightmares that would surely plague her.

She needed someone, anyone at all, to save her. But no one came. She sat there, frozen, for what felt like hours. She was sure she was dying, seeing the corners of her vision fade and no longer able to hear the bustling outside.

She had no idea that her husband was just outside the door, running through the halls and frantically searching for her. She had missed their lunch date and wasn't answering her phone.

He opened the door to the room and almost didn't see her laying on the ground. His blue eyes met hers and he gasped, his mouth opening and shouting words to someone but the sounds not registering in Meredith's mind.

She blinked absently as he dived down and placed a hand on her hair, his mouth moving frantically up and down but no sound coming out. She furrowed her eyebrows and and blinked at him, wondering why she couldn't hear anything.

He gathered her hand in his as Owen rushed into the room, gasping at Meredith's half-conscious form on the ground. He ran over and situated himself behind her, seemingly speaking to Derek. Meredith, at that point, knew that it was only her who couldn't hear the sounds. She looked, terrified, at Derek, who was trying to say something to her.

He nodded to her and she looked up at Owen, pleading with him to just make it stop. Suddenly, excruciating pain erupted across her entire body and she felt herself being lifted off the ground. She screamed out in agony and, after realizing she couldn't even hear her own scream, began sobbing uncontrollably to herself.

Derek squeezed her hand in his, stroking her hair and speaking soothingly to her. She couldn't hear him and cried harder, needing to just hear his sweet voice in that moment.

An ensemble of surgeons rushed into the room seconds later, seeing their friend on the patient's bed and rushing over. Cristina, Owen, Lexie, Mark, Alex, and Callie all gathered around the small bed, yelling questions at each other and Derek.

He shouted at them to shut up and that they were freaking Meredith out. Everyone suddenly looked to her, still sobbing but not for the reason they thought, and began speaking in calmer voices.

Meredith felt hands all over her, examining her and doing tests. She kept her hand balled up in Derek's and kept her eyes locked on his if they weren't needed for the exam, feeling tears just on the verge of spilling as pain cascaded through her entire body.

"Meredith, can you wiggle you fingers? Or your toes?" Cristina asked. Meredith only continued her labored and heavy breathing, her eyes wide with fear and desperation. Every doctor in the room stared at her limbs, willing them to move, but they didn't.

Cristina asked the question again and again and Meredith couldn't hear her, her only thoughts focused on the waves of pain cascading across her body and the complete and utter silence that terrified her. The doctors exchanged worried glances before Derek, who had been looking at Meredith for a while, had a theory.

"Meredith?" He asked softly. When the green eyes girl didn't turn to look at him, he asked again.

"Meredith? If you can hear me, look at me." He said. Meredith had been staring blankly ahead, her face contorted in pain, for minutes, the only movement from her body caused by the heavy breaths going in and out of her lungs.

"She can't hear us."

So I cheated a little bit today and watched an episode in season 12 that my friend had told me about. It was the one where Meredith was attacked by a patient and couldn't hear for a while and couldn't talk for six weeks.

I decided to imagine what would have happened if the same thing happened before everyone died and the whole hospital fell to pieces. Then I wrote it down.

Kisses!

-E