Chapter 2.

"Meredith, I love you."

Finn told her and took her hand. He lowered himself down on one knee. Meredith was speechless. Right before she said yes, Derek appeared next to her, and Finn froze, like someone pressed pause. "Meredith, I love you." Derek took out a black box out of his pocket. He opened it and there was a beautiful ring inside. "Will you marry me?" Meredith was confused. Which one could she say yes to? She opened her mouth to speak, and her head spun.

With a sudden urge in her abdomen, she opened her eyes from her dream and ran across the hall to the toilet. She grabbed it with her hands and vomited.

She flushed the toilet and she took a deep breath. Izzie appeared in the doorway. "Meredith, are you okay?" she yawned.

"Y-yeah. I'm f-fine." She stuttered

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah."

"Okay." And Izzie left, going back to bed.

Meredith weakly pushed herself up to her feet. She looked in the mirror. She was sweaty and hot. Her face was pale and yucky-looking. She looked up at the clock. 3:17 am. I might as well get ready for work, she thought. Bailey had to have rounds done by 5:30 am. Meredith rubbed her face. She walked over to the shower, and turned the lever. She tested the water, and then got in. The steamy water relaxed her muscles as it flowed over her tired body. She would never leave this spot if it were possible.

When she got out of the bathroom, George was walking upstairs with 2 cups of coffee in his hands. He offered one to Meredith. She shook her head and said, "Oh, no thanks." The aroma made her want to throw up again. In fact, it did make her throw up again. She turned around to go back into that bathroom. She got to the toilet just in time for another date to worship the porcelain god.

She vomited once more.

"Meredith, are you okay?" George asked her. He was a bit worried. He heard her throw up earlier, but was too tired to get up and see what was wrong.

"Yeah…" she yelled back. She said it weakly, which made him want to go in. But he didn't want to go into the same bathroom where Meredith was puking. Izzie walked out of her bedroom. "Izzie, go in there and check on Meredith." He pointed out to her. Izzie's eyes widened. "What's wrong?" she said.

"She's throwing up."

"Again?" Izzie shouted.

"Yeah. Just, go check on her."

Izzie opened the bathroom door.

"Mer? Are you sick?"

Meredith's head was still hung over the toilet.

"I don't know." She whined back.

"Maybe we should take you to the hospital."

"No, I'm okay."

"Okay. Are you sure?"

"Yeah."

Izzie turned around and opened the door, only to find that George was pressed up against the door, listening to them.

"I think she's okay." Izzie told George.

Meredith walked out of the bathroom and downstairs.

"Ready?" she asked George and Izzie, who were sitting on the couch.

"Yeah." They both answered. They stood up and walked over to the door.

The way to the hospital was awkward. No one said anything. They were either tired or didn't know what to say. Different thoughts were running through their heads. The one thought that all of them had was "What was going on with Meredith?"

When they got to the hospital, they went on with their usual schedules. Bailey yells at someone for being late, hands out charts, and Meredith goes on to find her patients.

Her first stop was a young teenager who tried to skate down a railing on his skateboard. He failed to stand up straight and landed smack-dap on his forehead on the cement.

"I was like, dude! And Toad was like, dude! And I- Ouch!"

Meredith interrupted his story by sticking and IV in his forearm.

"It hurts less if you're not expecting it," Meredith told him in a as-a-matter-a-fact way.

"This is Karen, a soon-to-be mother of triplets," Addison told Izzie, and she shook Karen's hand. "She needs an ultrasound and a central line to reduce the pain." Addison continued, and looked at Karen. "Karen, this is Dr. Stevens. She's going to take care of you."

During the ultrasound, Karen's husband walked in. "Hey, honey." She said. Her face lit up. "Can you tell us what we have here?" her husband asked Izzie. "Well, Fetes number 2 is developing spinal problems."

"What does this mean?"

"We can operate, and reduce the pressure on the spinal cord."

"Okay, er, any thing else?" the husband said nervously.

"Fetes number 3 is developing slower than the other two."

"That doesn't sound good," Karen said, her eyes staring at the ultrasound monitor.

"Dr. Montgomery-Shepherd is calling surrounding hospitals to get more information."

At lunch, they all sat at their usual spots. Izzie beside Alex, George beside Izzie, Callie beside George, and Christina beside Meredith. They were all staring at Meredith. Meredith's head was down, thinking about this morning. What did her dream mean?

"Meredith, are you gonna eat that?" Alex asked her, pointing to her sandwich. "Alex!" Izzie quietly scolded him and slapped him on the shoulder. "No, go head." Meredith told him, still looking down. He reached over and grabbed it, taking a big bite out of it on his way sitting down in his seat.

"Christina, you've got a patient who has a hole in his heart?" George asked Christina.

"Yeah. I'm helping Burke operate."

"I wanna help!" Izzie said.

"No way! I asked first!" George argued back with her.

After lunch, the day pretty much went fast. On the drive home, George, Meredith and Izzie went to Joe's.

"A beer, please Joe." George said to Joe, as he sat down on the stool.

"Commin' up, O'Malley," Joe said as he was finishing up making Izzie's daiquiri.

"Joe, you want to join us in a game of Who's Life Sucks The Most?" Meredith asked, and she twirled her hair in her fingers.

"Oh, c'mon. You know my life's great. I loose every time," he joked back to her.

"'kay, suit yourself…Joe, I'm not drinking today."

"Why?" George said, as he took a drink of his beer.

"I'm the designated driver." Meredith looked down at her soda.

"I don't feel like drinking."

On the way home, Meredith didn't say anything. George had enough of this. "Meredith, what's wrong?"

"Nothing."

"Something is."

"Nothing is wrong!"

"Then why didn't you drink tonight?"

"I feel sick!"

"Why?!"

"I don't know." She said as she pulled into the driveway. She didn't say anything to either of them the rest of the night.