AN: So here's the next chapter, a little more insight into Derek from Meredith's POV. I don't have much more to say on this on.
The next day was unusually sunny as Meredith, Izzy, and George walked into the hospital. Meredith was highly concerned about Derek. He hadn't answered his cell phone, or responded to her page. She had found out that he hadn't left the hospital, and suspected that he hadn't left the on call room either.
As a result they were coming into the hospital at nine, an hour before the start of their ten o'clock shift. Meredith ran to the doors, calling over her shoulder, "I'll see you guys in an hour."
She ran to the stairwell, deciding that would get her to Derek much faster than the slow elevators. She stopped running after two flights, realizing that she might not have made the right decisions on how to get to the fourth floor.
She finally got their, and, panting slightly, went straight to the on call room Derek had entered last night. She knocked politely, but opened the door before getting a response.
Derek was indeed in the room, laying on the bed, looking a little worse for the wear. His eyes were bloodshot, his cheeks revealed that he had been crying, and his perfect hair was mussed.
"Derek," she whispered. He made no gesture to acknowledge her presence. She walked over to the bed and sat down beside him, putting her hand on his arm.
He flinched violently at her touch, and she drew back abruptly, rising slightly off the bed.
"Derek," she said again to fill the empty silence. He looked up at her then, and his empty eyes scared her.
"You need to leave this room," she offered, rather timidly.
He shook his head. "There's no reason for me to do anything."
Meredith felt a little more confident now that she had a better idea of his feelings. "That's not true. You have a beautiful daughter to think of."
"A daughter I didn't want," he said darkly.
"Derek, how can you say that? You're all she has." Her voice was soft and soothing, surprising herself by how comforting she sounded.
"Meredith, leave. I don't need this right now."
"It needs to be done soon. She's been alive for over twelve hours, and hasn't met her father. She doesn't even have a name." Meredith put her hand on his arm again, encouraged when he didn't draw back. "Please Derek, she needs you."
He pushed her away and stood up. "I said get out. I'm not going to do this! I don't want this responsibility!" He was actually shouting at her by the time he got to the end.
Meredith kept herself calm, taking comfort in the knowledge that he would never hurt her, no matter how angry she made him.
"Derek, that's terribly selfish and you know it. She's your daughter, and you need to take care of her, rather you want to or not."
Derek closed his eyes, visibly trying to calm himself. After a moment he opened his eyes and said again, "Out, Meredith."
"Fine, but I'll be back."
She stalked to the door, and as she opened it, she heard him whisper something.
"What?" She turned to face him.
"Katherine Rose. That's her name," he said gruffly.
She smiled. "Thank you, Derek." After all, it was something.