Cristina grabbed hold of my wrist slowing me down and bringing us to the back of the group. She leant in and whispered.
"I've put a rush on it, should be ready to pick up at noon" I nodded, trying to gain my composure. As we walked in on the first patient of the day; .
"Good morning . Right, who's presenting?" Bailey asked, looking over at her interns. George stepped forward and cleared his throat.
", 62. Had minimally invasive bypass surgery two days ago to remove a blockage from his LAD" George started before he was interrupted.
"I'm all better now, thank you, George. So what do you think Miranda? Can I stop being a burden to you good people and go home?" He smiled taking off his oxygen supply.
"My Shawny could sell…anything" His wife said, beaming with pride.
"I need to get back to the dealership. They're going to can me if I'm gone to long" He retaliated, sitting up slightly. The nausea returned once more and I began taking slow deep breaths, hoping no-one would notice.
"They can't can you sweetie; you're the best salesman they've got" she smiled rubbing her hand up his arm.
"What do you sell?" Bailey asked.
"Cars"
"My Shawny could sell…anything" His wife repeated.
"I believe he can. What he can't sell me on is going back to work before he gets his oxygen levels up. So put that oxygen back on Mr. Kay before I even think about letting you out of here. And if I do, I want your word: nothing fried, no alcohol and no cigarettes" Bailey replied, hoping to get through to .
"Oh you're tough Miranda"
"I need your word Mr. Kay or I'm not going to sign those discharge papers" She teased.
"I give you my word" He smiled.
"All right then. you need to go to the front desk to fill out some paper work. Maybe you can take your husband home" Bailey said leaving the room. Derek headed up the ward, looking directly at me, he smiled slightly, making me want to kiss him there and then. I rested on the seats outside 's room, watching Bailey talk to .
"Dr. Grey, I am clipping a basilar tip aneurysm. Any interest?" Derek asks, however upon noticing Addison, he paused.
"Dr. Bailey can I get..." Addison asks, but she sees Mark and stops mid-sentence. "Oh my God"
"Oh...my...God" Derek repeats upon following her view and noticing Mark.
"Oh my God...." I say leaning my head towards the ground, feeling worse.
"Is that..."
"McSteamy" Cristina smirks. I couldn't hold it anymore and I vomit on the floor, retching forwards. Bailey runs towards me.
"Grey?" She asks touching my arm. I look up feeling embarrassed and all eyes were in fact on me. Including Derek and Addison. He looked guilty and his face showing concern. Bailey took my hand and helped me into another room, passing me a glass of water. I felt odd, like I was talking to the head mistress or something. I sipped the water, trying to avoid looking at my mentor.
"Meredith, are you going to spit out what's on your mind, or am I searching for a needle in hay stack?" She asked, but not in her usually harsh way, she seemed gentle and warm. Perhaps she was the right person to confide in.
"Well, I…it's just…."Trailing off, it wasn't easy discussing this issue with Bailey.
"Let me guess, this has something to do with 'McDreamy'? She questioned, brushing my hair behind my ear, like a mother would.
"I might be, pregnant…and I don't know what to do. Because it's his baby, and it's all a bit…" I said struggling to say the word 'pregnant'. Bailey sat there for a while trying to comprehend this small but important information.
"First you calm yourself down, and then we need to get a confirmation that you are actually pregnant, it could be a false alarm. Let's take it slowly" Bailey smiled.
"Cristina already took a blood sample this morning, the results aren't ready yet.."
"Well let's see if I can speed them up a bit, stay here. I'll get the others sorted and then I'll be back" Bailey said heading for the door.
"Don't tell…" I started.
"Anyone, I know" Bailey finished, after she'd left the room I felt alone. It was strange, I'd shared a secret with the one person I thought unthinkable to tell.