WARNING- this chapter contains a brief drug reference
Mark finished reattaching the baby's arm and promptly popped a few dozen ecstasy pills. Barking happily, he galloped off in search of Derek.
'Mayhaps he is still with the newly shrimpified Meredith!' he thought to himself as he cantered towards the bathroom.
But when he opened the door, he was aghast. For lying on the floor, covered I a tiger onesie, an eyepatch and lots of blood, was Derek's corpse. McSteamy burst into uncontrollable sobs and fell to the ground.
"DEREK? DEREK? He checked the pulse- which was nonexistent- and thrust his tear stained face into Derek's hair.
"Dear God, I'll miss this smell. WHY ARE YOU LEAVING ME, DEREK?" he shook Derek's lifeless shoulders and heard a sickening crunch as his head snapped back.
'Oops' he thought, feeling like a silly sausage.
" DO NOT FEAR, DEAD DEREK! I SHALL AVENGE YOUR DEATH! I WILL FIND THE MURDERER, EVEN IF IT TAKES ME ALL AFTERNOON!"