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The next three days were tough. Sometimes I couldn´t even leave my bed, I wasn´t eating, an IV made sure I got enough fluids because I threw up everything what I got in. My mouth felt like he was burned inside. I had no appetite and my short-term memory wasn´t quite as it used to be. I had trouble remembering names of the nurses.

On the sixth day my hair started to fall out and I decided to take everything off. My famous blonde locks were collected by Meredith.

"For later." Mer said while tying a few strays of hair together and putting them in a box. "If it grows back. Parents find it some way to comforted having a stray of hair. A part from their child."

"My father would just probably throw it away. He hasn´t even called me back." I said with a sad tone and stroked my now almost bald head. The tears began to fall again, because of the chemo my emotions were all over the place. "He doesn´t care about me."

"But I do. I won´t let you down." She promised. "You don´t have to be afraid of anything. You won´t be alone." She wrapped her arms around me and let me cry. The hairs in the box were forgotten.

Meredith kept her word. She was almost the whole time in my room. And when she was gone then she made sure that someone of her 'family' was there so I wasn´t alone. Alex was one of the doctors that I was the closest with. He's a really nice guy, but he didn´t always show that. When he found out that my family hadn´t listened to me once he became really angry, it took Mer and Avrey half an hour to calm him down. After that he pronounced that I was his ´little bro´. And if anyone said otherwise, he would break their nose. So no-one said anything.

On the seventh night, Alex and I had persuaded Mer to spend a night in her own bed, Zola came home that day and Christina told me that mcDreamy started to miss his wife. She would only go if Alex spent the night with me. That night he told me about his childhood. How his father sometimes drank too much and Alex caught the blows to protect his younger brother and sister. His brother was now in a home. Schizophrenic like his mother. His sister lived with his grandparents.

"Family," I sighed.

"If they need you, they know where to find you but once you need them."

"Then they are nowhere to be found." I continued,

" I found my new family myself." Said Alex, and he leaned back in his chair, hands clasped behind his head. "Mer, Christina, family isn´t just people who happen to have the same blood. No in my eyes is your family the people who love you for who you are and what is in here. "Very gently he tapped my chest. "That is the key. If they see you as you are, if you don´t have to change yourself. Than you can call them your family. It´s all about accepting and loving people."

"My whole life my dad asked me why I'm not like my brothers. I come here and everyone is so nice to me. But what if I get better, if I don´t die? I don´t want to go back to my old life."

"Then you come here for your internship. You mentioned that you want to help people, why don´t you become a surgeon? You can come to live with us. We´ll teach you everything there is to know about saving lives right here."

"I only know you for a few days." I stuttered.

"This is what family does for each other." He tucked me in and rubbed my nearly bald head. "Now sleep. Otherwise I´ll get on my ass kicked by Mer. "

I saw that Alex began to yawn. "You don´t have to stay here if you don´t want to. I think it's very kind of you, but I'll be all right for a few hours."

"I see by the look on your face that you don´t want to be alone, little brother." He grinned I didn´t even look up any more from that nickname. "I'm doing excellent right here in this chair."

I squirmed a little uncomfortable. "Alex?" I asked when the lights went out. I didn´t like the dark, never did. My older brothers always told me to suck it up, no one likes a whining kid.

"What's Alan?"

"Forget it." I mumbled and looked at my blankets.

"Hey." He turned my chin up so I looked into his eyes. "You can ask me anything. I'm not going to laugh at you."

"Well ... If you don´t mind ... would you… could you come lie next to me?" Alex blinked surprised at me. "Forget it." I whispered. "Stupid question."

"Move over." Alex came lying next to me and I fell asleep safely in his arms.

Days passed. There was always someone in my room, Alex, Mer, Christina, April, Lexie or Avery. If one had a surgery the other came in a few minutes before to take over the ´shift´. One morning Christina came to pick me up bringing a wheelchair along. "Evil Spawn." That was Alex nickname. "McSweety." My nickname. "Mer is in surgery and won´t be out for hours, I thought I could take you to the gallery so you can watch her work. You can maybe learn a thing or two."

Without much effort Alex helped me out of bed and into the wheelchair. I had never been heavy and the chemo made me lose even more weight. After the IV bag was safely on the chair, Christina pushed me to the gallery. "Evil Spawn. McSteamy." (that was dr. Mark Sloan) is looking for help on a facial reconstruction. Then I can spend some quality time with McSweety."

Alex looked back and forth between me and Christina. "Take care of him Yang." He warned. "And you little bro. If there is something…"

"I know. You are close. I only need to shout." I smiled. "Relax big bro. I'm with Christina. I'm not going anywhere alone."

He patted my head like I was a dog and ran down the corridor. Christina drove me into a room where a large glass wall separated us of the operating room. Downstairs Mer was with, as Christina whispered, the Nazi engaged in an operation. "Once you're better, you will stand down there. I have faith in you McSweety. One day, you will be just as good as me. Well maybe not that good. I'm simply the best. I am a god with a scalpel. You´ll be a god too, but a smaller one."

I chuckled at the arrogance of the surgeon. Yep that's the Christina that I got to know in these last few days.

The door opened. "dr. Yang, you know that patients aren´t allowed in the gallery." Sounded behind me. I turned around. A white man with perfect hair was standing behind me followed by a dark man with gray hair. Both dressed in doctors coats. According to the descriptions the others had given me this had to be McDreamy (Derek Shepherd) and Chief Webber.

"Sorry." I said shy and turned to my companion. "Christina if I shouldn´t be here, could you bring me back to my room. I don´t want to get one of you into trouble because of me."

"Wait. You must be Alan. The youngman that has half of my staff wrapped around his finger." Said Chief Weber.

"Including my wife." McDreamy put a smile on. Chief Weber came walking up to me and held out his hand which I took.

"I think so. You guys have to be Chief Weber and Mcdr ... ouch. "Christina kicked me and I changed my words quickly "Dr. Derek Shepard. Meredith´s husband and Zola's father. "

"Yeah. Call me Derek. McDreamy was before I was married funny but now slightly less amusing."

"You were married then." Chuckled Christina and Derek gave her an angry glance. It reminded me of the -Scott look-

The two man took place on the chairs. "Meredith said you had no family here. I'm sorry if I'm too curious, Meredith told me it wasn´t her story to tell, but I´m starting to miss my wife at night and you're only sixteen. Why aren´t you with your parents? "

"My mother has a valid reason. She died when I was three years old. My father is busy with his work. I have four older brothers who are employed by him. Dad has his own business. I´m sorry if I took Mer away from you, if you want I will tell her she should go home."

"Nah, I´m good, I think my wife does a great thing by supporting you."

"What does your dad do that´s taking al his time when his child is sick?" Weber asked curiously.

"My dad is owner of Tracy industries." I muttered. "And you have to answer the Phone if you want to know that your son is sick."

Derek looked up, he turned his head if he hadn´t heard the words but quickly he made the connection. "Alan as Alan Tracy? Youngest son of Jeff Tracy? "

"That´s what they call me." My head felt light and everything began to dance before my eyes.

"Alan?" Sounded worried. "What's wrong?"

"I ... Christina." I stuttered and felt myself falling forward out of the wheelchair. Three pairs of hands caught me.