This is just a filler from Meredith's POV Season one episode seven.
I don't know what this thing with me and Mark is honestly. He asked me earlier today what we are and what this is but I don't know, I like him that much is clear but I'm 'Meredith Grey child of darkness' I'm not supposed to get a happy ending. Crap I'm going to be sick again. Oh god I've been throwing up periodically for the past four days. I have felt off since maybe a week ago but I just now started vomiting, first I couldn't stand the smell of the antiseptic wipes the hospital has. All of my symptoms show the flu but there is the other what like 0.08% percent chance it might not be the flu. It could be appendicitis but that's a long shot with my age, an ulcer but I would have a fever and there is no way I'm pregnant. Shit I realized I'm a week late.
I went to the drug store and bought seven tests. I couldn't risk doing a blood test in case people found out. I locked myself in the bathroom in geriatrics's to lessen the chance I would be seen. I waited the dreadful three minutes and looked at the results. Pregnant.
