Thank you for the interest. Sorry for the delay. I am still getting the hang of updating on this site. I am technologically challenged.

Meredith threw her car in park and flew out of her seat, slamming the door. She rushed across the parking lot and through the entrance of the hospital. She had made it in two hours speeding the whole way, which was very stupid considering her sister and her family had just been in a horrific car accident.

"Molly Thompson?" She asked to receptionist.

"Are you a relative?"

"Yes, I am her sister."

"Meredith!" She heard behind her back.

"Ellen! How are they?" She asked breathlessly.

"Laura in in the NICU having tests ran but it looks like she just has some minor injuries. She was pretty well protected in the back seat.. Molly…is in surgery. She has a team of doctors working on her. She has a crushed spleen and liver which is causing internal bleeding, a broken leg, arm and several ribs and she has bleeding in the brain. They are worried most about the brain."

"Who is her neurosurgeon?" Meredith asked. No matter her issues with Derek, he was the best.

"Um…a Dr. Shepherd I believe."

Meredith breathed a sigh of relief.

"He is the best."

"They asked who would make medical decisions for her. I figured you or Lexie, but I don't know."

"Yeah I guess one of us…Thatcher certainly isn't fit to." Thatcher didn't know anything anymore.

"Ellen, what happened? How did they…?"

"I am not really sure. A drunk driver is all I know. I don't know who it was or if they were brought here." Ellen said.

"Okay, let's go check on Laura and then settle in to wait for some news." Meredith led Ellen to the elevator to go to the third floor.. She couldn't shake the feeling that nothing was ever going to be the same from this day on.

****

"It's a beautiful night to save lives." Derek Shepherd said as he began his portion of the surgery on Mrs. Thompson. He made a quick precise cut with his scalpel. He loved cutting. It had gotten him through the hell that was his life. Saving a life, when his own was beyond saving, was such a high. It validated him as a person. Yes, Derek Shepherd had evaluated his life…and as it turns out…he was a bastard. At least according to several of the third year residents that worked under him…namely Cristina Yang, George O'Malley, Izzie Stevens, and Alex Karev. He had ran Meredith Grey out of town or rather his carrying on with Nurse McHorseface as she was called. So they in turn had run her out of town. He didn't blame Rose, he wished he could hightail it out of there on many occasions. Damn contract. Really wasn't worth being here without Meredith anyway. Unfortunately he had realized that way too late.

"Shepherd!" The Chief yelled.

"I'm sorry what?"

"Get focused." He was ordered.

Derek looked down at the open brain he was working on. He was doing everything perfectly.

"I am."

"I yelled at you three times."

"I am focusing on the patient. I suggest you do the same Richard." He said offended. He was excellent at his work. He had more than plenty of time to master all of his surgeries and new ones. His only friend was Mark. He had managed to alienate everyone else with his often surly mood.

"Damn it! The blood vessel just burst. I need suction!" Derek frantically worked on the patient.

"Her blood pressure is dropping! D Fib! Start compressions!" The activity swelled as everyone rushed to save their patient, never realizing whose lives would be changed if they didn't.