"Derek Shepherd, 38, suffering trauma. The extent of the damage and the cause of the accident is currently unclear."
Meredith looked away.
"Leah," she addressed one of her interns, "order a CT for Dr. Shepherd, and... page Dr. Montgomery, and the chief. Tell them it's on my orders."
Although this seemed strange to Leah, she followed Meredith's directions, and wheeled Derek's away to get a CT.
Meanwhile, Meredith stared, temporarily paralyzed, to watch, and again, her eyes filled with tears. This wasn't good.
"Dr. Grey, you paged?" The chief looked at her with a combination of confusion and sympathy. Before Meredith could say anything, however, he seemed to understand.
"Meredith, as a fellow doctor and your boss, I have to question your random pages. But, as a friend... I have to ask you: do you need some time off? I know seeing Derek like this is... hard for you. It's hard for me, too... he's been a good friend of mine for a long time. I understand, and we could get another resident to fill in for you."
Meredith just nodded, and silently left the room.
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"Finn? Are you busy at work or could you come get me?" Meredith sniffed, calling Finn.
"Sure, honey. Anything for you. Are you okay?"
Finn was a good guy, he really was. He tried, and he knew Meredith so well he could read her mood just by a simple hello on the telephone. Meredith couldn't figure out why she was so unhappy with him. Finn was good, sweet, and he really did love her. She just didn't love him back.
"Yeah. I'm fine... just having a bad day at work." And it was true. Meredith couldn't remember a time at the hospital that was as downright terrible as this. Derek... no.
"Okay. Want to talk when I pick you up? I'm always here to listen."
"It's okay, really, Finn. Thanks though," and she hung up.
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A/N : The drama continues ! Not much to say, except : REVIEWW.