Author's note: Sorry for some of the shorter chapters. I just feel that there needs to be a transitional break between some points of the story. Thanks for the reviews! Keep em coming!
CHAPTER FOUR
Meredith had a long day at the hospital. She finally had gotten to leave at three in the morning. She wanted nothing more than to go home, shower, and check on Izzie and go to sleep. She was so tired that tonight she might actually get some rest. Meredith climbed into her Jeep and started the engine. She slowed as she passed Joe's, but decided against it. A shower and her bed sounded more intoxicating than any amount of tequila. She pulled in the drive and just sat there for a moment, head resting on the steering wheel. She felt like she was about to crack. George and Callie were going to call around tomorrow and make arrangements for a funeral service, so she didn't have to worry about that. She wondered how Izzie would take the news. Izzie still wouldn't get out of bed, and wouldn't let Alex leave her side except to go to the hospital.
And then, she wondered what Derek was doing right at that moment. Probably sleeping. With Addison. She imagined those beautiful blue eyes looking at her first thing in the morning. Rolling her over so he could hold her. Kissing her. Telling her how much…Stop it. Just stop. Sighing, Meredith got out of the car to go inside. On her front porch was a single red rose with a note. I need to see you. Meredith threw it off the porch and went inside. Not that easy Dr. she thought.
2:14. Jesus. Derek had to be at the hospital in less than four hours. At this rate he would be lucky to make it in at all. He lay in bed wondering if Meredith got his note, or if she cared. He knew he had a long way to go. He couldn't go to her at the hospital; she wouldn't answer his pages, so the rose was all he could think of. Derek didn't know how to feel. Relieved, sad, angry, hopeful…How can you feel all of those emotions at the same time? All he knew was that he didn't want to sleep another night without the love of his life by his side. Far too many had already passed. Thinking of Meredith, and the smell of her hair he finally drifted off to sleep.
