This is more of an angsty one, Chapter 4, many more to come so follow the story. Enjoy and Mc on!

"But I want cuddles." He whined as he sunk down on the couch. "And I want to go home." He sighed, his arms reaching out for her.

"You want to go home? Can you make it down to the lobby without collapsing?" she asked, sitting by him, stroking his hair softly

"Mmhmm. I don't want to stay here. I want our bed." He sighed, nodding his head a little, wincing when it hurt.

"Okay, I think I will get a wheelchair, okay?" she mumbled, kissing him before going out to find one.

"Noooo..." he whined, sitting up and rubbing his eyes.

Meredith came back with one, looking at her husband with sad eyes, "If you fall, I will be so upset because my hand hurts and I can't pick you up... So be good for me, please?"

"I won't fall." He shook his head, standing up and showing her that he is fine. "See?" He mumbled and walked to his desk to get his phone.

"Please?" she asked with a frown, sitting down on the wheelchair, "Can you please just sit in this chair? It is not too bad..."

"It is when i can walk fine on my own." He answered grumpily. "Let's just go, come on." He mumbled taking her good hand and leading her to the door.

Meredith sighed a little before nodding, following him reluctantly with a pout on her face, really wanting him in the wheelchair for her to feel better and safer.

Derek held her hand and quietly led her inside the elevator. He sighed as he pressed the button for the lobby.

Meredith didn't want to look at him, looking down at her injured hand instead, blinking a little.

He squeezed her hand a little as the stepped out and walked toward the exit. "Shit. I forgot. We don't have a car." He grumbled, running a hand down his face.

"Taxi." she said simply, shaking her head a little before looking away from her husband.

He sighed and fished out his phone and called for a taxi. "Ten minutes." He said after he hung up. "Let's go sit while we wait."

"Yeah." she mumbled, just following him quietly, not wanting to talk to him, upset that he didn't listen to her.

He sat beside her and sighed. "Are you mad at me?" He mumbled.

Meredith ran a hand through her hair, looking away from her husband.

"You are." He nodded and looked down on his feet.

Meredith unbuttoned her blazer, her hand fiddling with the bandage on her hand.

He sighed and rubbed at his eyes. When the taxi arrived, he silently took her hand and led her outside. He opened the car door for her and let her in before sliding in beside her. He told the driver their address and they were off.

Meredith sat in the taxi quietly, looking out as the city rolled by her, her hand fiddling with her bandage.

Derek eyed her and stopped her fiddling. "Stop it, you'll tear the stitches." He mumbled.

"Yeah, alright." she mumbled before slipping her hands into her pocket, looking away from him.

"Please don't be mad at me." He sighed, kissed her cheek.

Meredith didn't even look at him, shifting to turn her knees to face the door.

"Meredith..." he sighed and placed a hand on her shoulder, trying to make her turn back around. "I was fine. I didn't need the wheelchair." He explained.

Meredith shrugged his hand off her shoulder, looking out, continuing to ignore him.

He sighed sadly and looked straight ahead. But he was just feeling so tired that he fell asleep after a few moments. His head hung at an awkward angle and bobbed here and there as the care moved.

Meredith just would have felt better with him in a wheelchair, he knew that, she knew that then why can't he just fucking take a seat and save her from worrying at all?

Derek slept and slept but at as the car turned a particular corner, the momentum threw him against the door and he bumped his head on the window all over again. "Ow! Damn it!" He yelped, his hand going to his cut that was now bleeding again. "Fuck." He cursed this fucking day.

Meredith got alerted immediately, pulling him over, very gently removing his gauze, taking some tissue from her bag, pressing it hard against it to stop it from bleeding,

He let her pull him over and winced but decided to keep his mouth shut as he did not want to make her more angry with him. He silently sat there and let her do whatever she wanted.

Meredith sighed, looking over at the driver, "Make it quick, please? He is bleeding." she murmured, getting up to kneel on the seat to get higher, pressing the tissue hard onto it to stop the bleeding.

He hesitantly put his hands on her hips, looking up at her to see if she would get mad.

"Don't," she said seriously, just pressing the tissue on his wound, shaking her head at him, looking at it for a while before pressing on it harder.

He sighed defeated and winced when she pressed harder. "Sorry." He mumbled looking out the window and then eventually closing his eyes. This day really sucked big time.

Meredith sighed when he finally stopped bleeding, it wasn't very bad, and so she just held the tissue onto the wound and waited for them to get home.

Derek closed his eyes all the way because he did not want to see her mad at him.

Finally they got there, opening up the door, taking his hand and then pressing it onto the tissue on his own head before getting out.

Derek sighed and took his wallet out. He paid the driver and got out of the car too.

Meredith walked into the house and grabbed the first aid kit, the advance on of course, sitting on the couch, waiting on him to take his place.

He followed her inside and silently sat down beside her but not close enough for her to reach him. "I'm sorry, okay? Can you please not be mad at me anymore?" He murmured, looking at him with his sad blue eyes as he held the tissue to his head.

Meredith rolled her eyes at him, going close to him, pulling his hand away from his forehead before disinfecting it, numbing it before threading the needle.

He scooted away. "No." He shook his head. "Not until you're not mad at me anymore." He pouted.

'Are you serious about this? You tried something like that and it is what got us here, are you serious about this shit? Get the fuck back here." she said seriously, glaring at him.

"Yes. Because you're mad at me and i don't want you to be mad at me." He glared right back.

"Fine, whatever." she mumbled, dropping the needle before getting up, shaking her head at her husband, pulling her gloves off as she walked away from him simply.

"Fine." He mumbled, throwing the tissue down on the floor and sinking down on the sofa, burying his face into the pillow. This was day just got worse.

"Fucking hell." she growled, getting a bottle of water, storming up the stairs.

Derek closed his eyes, he was so tired. He fell asleep, not knowing that he was bleeding again, soaking the pillow with his blood because she had made the area numb.

Meredith shook her head at her husband, walking into their bedroom, taking gulps of her bottle, looking up to see the post it note, sighing before walking back down.

He was fast asleep; his body was so tired and achy from the crash. He had no idea that there was now a big blotch of blood soaking the pillow.

Meredith went down and saw him, sighing before shaking her head a little, wearing a pair of new gloves before starting to work on his stitches quietly and then covering his stitches, getting up and then walking back to the bedroom.

He slept for hours. When he woke up the sun was already setting and the whole house was dark. He slowly sat up, groaning in pain as his torso protested from the movement. He got up on his feet and looked around. Did she leave? "Mer...?" He called out weakly. He walked on wobbly legs as he searched for her.

Meredith was asleep in the bath tub, just, you know, she remembered that the stitches were gone and she was free to take a shower but she accidentally fell asleep in the tub all over again, snoring softly, her injured hand sticking out of the tub, hanging out the tub.

He went up to their room and found her asleep in the tub. He sighed as he saw her skin had gotten all wrinkly from being in the water too long. He knew it would hurt but he bent down and scooped her up gently, biting back a groan from the pain. He carried her out of the bathroom and carefully laid her down on the bed. Then he went back to get a towel and came back to pat her dry.

Meredith whimpered a little as she left the cold water, turning away to sneeze before starting to wake, looking at him pat her dry, taking the towel from his hand gently, drying herself off before getting off the bed

"Hey no wait." He caught her wrist and pulled her back. He wrapped his arms around her. "I love you." He sighed.

"Then why the fuck did you not listen? It is such a fucking easy thing to do.' she mumbled, pushing his arms away from her hips, "I love you too but why the fuck are you such an ass?"

"I'm sorry okay? I just knew i was okay to walk and i didn't need it." He murmured, stepping back a little and swallowing the hurt he felt when she pushed him away.

Meredith shook her head at her husband, walking away from him to the closet, pulling on her panties, sweatpants and then a nice fitting t shirt, not looking at him.

He stood there watching her. Just...waiting.

Meredith walked away from him before going to lay in bed, pulling the sheets over her head, shutting her eyes.

He sighed and shifted on his feet. "Do you want me to leave?" He mumbled.

"Whatever you want to do since you are so smart and you are always right." she answered, shaking her head at him under the sheets, shutting her eyes with a yawn.

"Fine. I'll leave you alone then since I'm such an ass and a horrible husband." He growled in frustration. "I already said I'm sorry. What else do you want from me?" He huffed and went back down to the living room to sulk in the darkness.

"Grhhh." she growled before pulling the sheets closer to herself, slowly falling asleep curled up to herself, what the fuck is the problem with him?

Derek brooded in the dark living room. He said he was sorry. Why was she giving him such a hard time about it? He pouted until sleep claimed him once again and he collapsed on the couch.

Meredith was awoken in the morning by menstruation cramps, fuck, she got up from the bed, walking into the bathroom, luckily, her period hasn't started yet, it was just the pain, and she stuck in the tampon before walking back to the bedroom.

He was dead to the world, curled up in a ball on the couch as it was chilly down there.

That was why she was so moody all day yesterday, she sighed at herself before laying back onto their bed with a sigh, rubbing on her eyes tiredly.

Derek slept in a pout on his face. If he wasn't so tired he would not be able to sleep knowing that she was mad at him.

Meredith sighed a little, why,why, why. She growled at herself, smacking her forehead, accidentally with the injured hand, yelping before sitting up, "Fuck."

He rolled over in his slumber, pressing his face against the back onto the couch.

Well, her hand started bleeding, expected, she sighed a little before getting up, walking downstairs to go get the first aid kit.

Always a light sleeper, he started to wake up when he heard footsteps. He groaned as his body ached. Their couch was nice but not ideal to sleep in.

Meredith shook her head a little before picking up the first aid kit, walking over to the kitchen counter, sitting down and then cutting open her bandages, sure enough, she broke a stitch, she couldn't stitch it with one hand.. She sighed before shutting her eyes.

He had woken up but kept his eyes closed, just listening to her movements. He wasn't prepared to face his angry wife just yet. So he lay there and waited.

Meredith groaned when she couldn't stitch it up with one hand, she laid her arm by her side, still bleeding.

When he heard a faint groan, he decides to get up to investigate. He pushed open the kitchen door slowly. "Oh god Meredith!" He gasped once he saw he was bleeding. He hurriedly went to her and quickly worked on patching her up and carefully repairing the stitch on her hand.

Meredith looked at him before looking away, "I was moody yesterday." She mumbled, sighing a little.

Derek regarded her with soft eyes as he placed the last tape for her bandage. "It's okay." He replied quietly and smiled a little.