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Hi everyone, hear is the promised sequel to One of Their Own. Please let me know what you think.

Enjoy!

Chapter 2

Mark Sloan had just finished up a run of the mill rhinoplasty; it was getting close to lunch time, so he decided to seek out his long time friend, Derek.

Mark looked just about everywhere, before he finally reached Derek's office. He arrived just seconds too late to stop his friend.

Derek had collapsed to the floor, half of the potassium solution he had intended to inject was left forgotten near his lax body.

For a moment Mark just stood in the doorway, too stunned to move. It wasn't until he saw Derek take a shallow gasp for air.

After that everything seemed to occur in a blur; Mark was later told that the nurses had come in at a run after they had heard him screaming for help.

They worked on Derek right there in the office, administering doses of naloxone, bicarbonate, calcium, and insulin given together with dextrose solution into a second IV line. An endotracheal tube was quickly placed, and a nurse started forcing oxygen into Derek's lungs as an orderly was instructed to do chest compressions.

Mark stood back in shock, certain that he was watching his best friend die.

The code team worked at a frantic pace, they could reverse the effects of morphine and the paralytic fairly easily, but they knew that if they didn't stop the potassium chloride very quickly there would be nothing they could do.

"He's in asystole," One of the nurses called out urgently.

The resident who was running the code was quick to order that another round of meds be given. And then he asked for high dose epinephrine to be pushed.

For the briefest of moments there was a heartbeat, then it was gone.

"Okay folks, we nearly had it there. Draw up 0.5 of intracardiac epi."

That got Mark's attention. "Are we really there yet?"

"If you want him to live," The younger doctor said straightly.

"Give it to me, if that's happening I'm going to be the one doing it," Mark demanded, putting his hand out to take the syringe.

The nurse reluctantly handed Mark the syringe as he knelt down beside his friend.

Mark waited as another nurse swabbed betadine where the needle would go through Derek's chest, into his heart.

It felt impossible, but there was no way that Mark could chance having an inexperienced physician perform a risky procedure on his closest childhood friend. So, taking a breath, Mark forced himself to focus on the task at hand. He felt for the correct place to insert the needle, and then he just did it.

For a moment it seemed as though time stood still, and then there it was, a weak but stable heart rhythm.

It was the hardest call that Mark had ever had to make, to tell the woman who had practically raised him that her own son had tried to take his own life.

"Mom, it's Mark."

"Oh hello, I've been meaning to call you. I was thinking that we should set up a play date for Sophia and Zola-"

"Mom, please just listen. You need to come to the hospital... Derek, he took an overdose-"

Carolyn was instantly panicked, assuming the worst she began to panic.

"-He's alive, we got him back. He's in the intensive care unit. So, can you just call a taxi, and I'll meet you in the foyer?"

"...Have you called the girls? They need to know, can you call them?"

"Of course, I'll let them know. I'm just going to go see if I can get an update on Derek, and then I'll make the calls."

When Mark went to Derek's room he wasn't surprised to see that Derek's condition was much the same, they were keeping him on a ventilator until the drugs had time to clear out of his system.

They just had to see if he would regain consciousness. It seemed almost cruel that just months before Derek had been through a strikingly similar experience with Meredith.

Seeing him lying there, lifeless and dependent on a machine for every breath, monitors connected to his chest and scalp, there was little else to do than pray.

Mark made every effort possible to keep the truth of what Derek had done hidden from the staff, still news that the hospital's head of neurosurgery was in the ICU rapidly spread, but the exact nature of what had happened remained a mystery to many.

Derek's mother and sisters gathered together by his bedside, anxiously waiting to know whether he would pull through.

Late that night after everyone else had left, Amelia remained by her big brother's side, watching over him.

She knew all too well how to read the EEG monitor, Derek's brain was working, he could wake up at any time.

When Mark had called her, Amelia had been closing up on a surgery, another surgeon had needed to take over as she left to be by her brother's side.

In a way Amelia was furious at Derek, how dare he do this to them, to his daughters, how dare he.

But at the end of the day he was still her big brother, and it scared the hell out of her that she might lose him too.

Gently Amelia stroked Derek's hair. "Damn it, Der. Why'd you do this? You've got wake up bro, Zola and Clare need their dad." Amelia laid her head down by Derek's arm, crying softly she whispered, "I can't lose you too."

TBC...

Okay, so I hope you've enjoyed this chapter. The next one I post will have much more scenes of Meredith, I promise!

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