Twenty Nine Days Left
Meredith hadn't moved. She hadn't left to eat. She hadn't gone home. She just sat with Christina praying everyday she would wake up. She knew that Christina was still in there. She could only wait for her to wake up.
"Please Christina. I need you to live. I need my person." She whispers to Christina.
"If I've learned anything about her it's that nothing can take her down." A voice said from the door.
Meredith looks up to see Arizona standing in the doorway.
"How's she doing?" Arizona says sitting by Meredith.
"She's hanging on." Meredith says. "I keep expecting her to wake up and tell me to get my ass back into surgery. She'd tell me she would be fine."
"She will wake up Meredith. You have to believe that. Besides Christina wouldn't leave you. Who else would boss all of us around?" Arizona says reassuringly.
"How's Callie doing?" Meredith asks.
"She's still out. Her shoulder was broken pretty badly." Arizona says. "I don't know how I'm going to tell her about Erica."
Meredith couldn't think of the right thing to say.
"You know. It's seems crazy but Erica seemed okay with dying. She seemed at peace." Arizona says.
"I once had a patient who told me that must have to be dying to not be afraid of death. This patient had terminal lymphoma and wanted to kill herself. I was only an intern at the time some couldn't help but ask why. She just looked and me told that you have to be dying to understand. When you've accepted that you can't outrun death it becomes less scary and more welcoming. When you're done living the pain goes away and you never have to feel it again. The only thing scary about death to a dying person is the hope the people around them still have. I guess Erica knew she wasn't going to die. She knew her pain would end. No one was ready for her to go but I guess she was ready to let go."
Meredith looks at Christina
"Even if we wanted to hang on."
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Miranda Bailey never got headaches. She never got sick. She was almost always at her best. Now she wasn't so sure.
Erica was gone. Christina was barely alive. Callie had a broken shoulder. Meredith was broken.
She should have seen the car coming. She should have heard it. She should have protected her babies. She had raised them since they first started at the hospital. When she had first met Meredith Grey, daughter of Ellis Grey she knew that Meredith did not want to be her mother no matter how extradionary a doctor she was. She wanted to be her own person. Bailey understood that and raised Meredith to be her own doctor and chose her own path knowing she would excel no matter where she chose to be. She and Christina were unstoppable. When they wanted to do something they did it. Miranda Bailey knew Christina Yang would be her biggest challenge. This stubborn intern would be the death of her. She knew from the start that cardiology would call Christina home and she followed her calling and become the most kick ass surgeon she could be and was still climbing.
Bailey was pulled from her thoughts by Edwards.
"Dr. Bailey Callie's crashing."
Both doctors raced down the corridor to her room where Wilson was getting the paddles.
"Clear!" She called out as pressed the paddles to Callie's chest causing her body to bounce up and down.
Her heart still wasn't beating.
Bailey takes over with paddles.
"Clear!"
Still nothing.
Clear!"
Her heart came back. It started beating again at a normal rhythm.
"Good job Dr. Bailey." Wilson says. "You got her back."
Instead of a response she got silence. Bailey was staring off into space at nothing.
"Dr. Bailey? Are are alright?" Edwards asks?
Without an answer Bailey collapses onto the floor unmoving.
Jo and Stephine run to her kneeling beside her. Jo immediately checks her pupils.
"Oh god no." Wilson says.
"What is it?" Edward asks.
"Page Shepard."
