A/N: To be clear, I gave up on GA five years ago, and I did write this when I was in high school...
To those of you who are actually enjoying this story, here's another chapter!
8 I Still Regret
"Addy?"
Derek walked up to Addison and took her hand.
"Derek! Hi." Addison beamed. She kissed him on the cheek and smiled. Derek couldn't help but smile. He didn't realize how well he and Addy got along together, apart from the fact that she didn't like him bringing trout into the trailer.
"My shift ended," Derek smiled. "What about yours?"
"I just need to check off my patient's chart." Addison went over to the reception desk and asked for someone's chart. Derek looked at her in admiration. He realized that being with Addison was what he needed right now. He didn't need to think of Meredith.
"Okay, I'm done." Addison smiled, walking back to Derek.
"Let's head back to the trailer." Derek smiled. At Addison's look he reconsidered.
"Why don't we go to a restaurant?" Derek suggested.
"Actually," Addison changed her mind. "I think we should go back to the trailer. I don't feel like doing anything like that."
"Okay," Derek frowned, concerned for her. "Are you feeling alright?"
"Just lightheaded," Addison admitted. "I'll be fine."
Derek took her hand and the two of them headed out of the hospital. Derek was dressed in casual jeans and jacket, with Addy in a short skirt and lacy top. They both got into Derek's car and drove to the trailer.
"Want to take a shower?" Derek smiled at Addison as they stepped into the trailer. Addison looked at him as he gave her an intense, passionate look. Then she realized what he wanted to do.
"Sure." Addison smiled. Derek smiled at her, but then his thoughts drifted to Meredith. He got annoyed at how he kept thinking of Meredith. And now he wasn't in the mood to think of her.
Addison went to the bathroom and pulled off her clothes. Derek sat down at the table and heard the water running. Then he walked over to the shower and saw Addison step in, the water running down her bare skin. She was trembling and looked so delicate.
Derek decided to get in and discarded his clothes, getting into the shower with Addison. He kissed her passionately, rubbing his hands down her back. Addison responded by pulling him closer. Derek's hands slid around her waist, breathing in the steam that had quickly formed in the shower.
A few minutes later, they stepped out and Addison was smiling at Derek.
"Hot shower sex was really what I needed." Addison smiled.
Derek smiled back, but he kept thinking of Meredith. He wanted to just forget her and enjoy his relationship with Addison, but he kept thinking of her.
"Same." Derek said quietly, staring into the distance as he got dressed.
"I'll cook something." Addison offered. Derek nodded and sat down at the table, his thoughts drifting to Meredith. He could still remember how she had looked at him painfully when he had told her that he wanted to be with Addison.
But now Derek regretted choosing Addison. He couldn't get Meredith out of his head. He hoped that sleep would get him more focused.
Meredith stared blankly into the air.
"Meredith?" George asked, watching her in concern. Meredith just looked at him, her thoughts on Derek. She still couldn't believe that Derek had chosen Addison. Over her.
"He chose her," Meredith said bluntly. "Over me. I'm screwed. I'm not good enough for Derek. He chose her! He chose her over me George!" Her voice rose as she spoke.
"You aren't screwed," George said reassuringly. "But he was married to her. And you are good. Good enough for someone else."
Meredith looked at him.
"I mean, I'm – uh, I'm not saying that um…" George stumbled over his words but Meredith just continued staring blankly ahead.
"O'Malley! Grey!" Bailey's stern voice snapped from the hallway. George glanced at Meredith and the two of them left the changing rooms to see Bailey standing and glaring at them.
"I paged you!" Bailey snapped, hurrying down the corridor. "There's been a car accident, two patients with severe injuries!"
They ran outside to see an ambulance parked in front of them, a few nurses wheeling out two young girls on gurneys.
"They need serious attention." Bailey snapped. Cristina and Izzie ran over to them.
"Meredith?" Cristina glanced at Meredith who continued staring blankly at the ground.
"Hurry! Move your asses interns!" Bailey snapped. "Get to the ICU! Now!"
Meredith glanced at the patients lying on the gurneys and helped Cristina wheel the girl with black hair and glasses into the hospital. Her glasses had been smashed, shards of thick glass wedged in the skin around her eyes. They pushed past interns and nurses and wheeled the patients into the ICU.
"Young girl, 16 years old," Bailey stated as they wheeled the black haired girl up to a monitor. "Three broken ribs, broken arm, hit her head against the car dashboard. Needs a dose of acetaminophen now!"
Meredith grabbed an oxygen mask and placed it over the girl's mouth. Cristina quickly injected the acetaminophen as some nurses hurried in.
"Get this patient stable!" Bailey ordered, and then ran out the room to deal with the other patient.
"Heart rate's falling!" a nurse warned.
Meredith looked at the girl who struggled to breathe through the pain.
"Give her 10mg of trandolapril!" Meredith ordered.
"BP's dropping." A nurse said.
"Keep her breathing steady!" Cristina snapped at a nurse. Then the monitor's beeping slowed to a flat line.
"Her heart's stopped!" a nurse shouted. "Code Blue! Code Blue!"
"Come on." Meredith glanced around, but the Code Blue team hadn't arrived. Then two nurses hurried in with the heart shock machine. Cristina grabbed the paddles and Meredith applied gel to them.
"Charge to 200!" Cristina ordered.
"Charged. Clear." A nurse said. Cristina shocked the girl. The monitor started beeping.
"Heart rate's steady." a nurse commented.
"BP's normal." Another nurse said.
Meredith looked down at the girl, blood dribbling from her chest. Her left arm was a dark purple, the bone sticking out through the skin in an odd angle.
"She needs an X-ray for her broken arm and ribs. And that glass needs to be removed. Stat." Meredith said, noticing three bones sticking out from her chest at odd angles. The girl was covered in dried blood, her face barely visible through the blood from the glass in her face.
"And get an MRI scheduled." Cristina added.
Bailey entered the room.
"Yang, get an MRI scheduled for her, and remove that glass." Bailey ordered. "Grey, get her chart done and schedule the X-ray."
Yang moved off to get the MRI scheduled. Bailey left the room and the nurses wheeled the heart shock machine out. Meredith took a seat and started filling out a blank chart.
After filling out everything she could, Meredith hung the chart on the girl's bed and went to see how the other patient was doing.
"Grey, get out!" Bailey snapped.
"How is she?" Meredith asked.
"She needs 20mg of acetaminophen!" Bailey ordered. Meredith hurried over to the other girl, who had shoulder length blonde hair, her face covered in blood. Meredith administered the acetaminophen as George hurried to steady her breathing.
The monitor beeped slowly as the girl's heart rate steadied.
"All stats are normal." A nurse commented.
"Good work O'Malley, Grey." Bailey nodded at them. "George, work on getting a CT for the patient. Dr Burke will arrive shortly. Grey, get back to your other patient. This hospital is as busy enough as it is."
Bailey left the room and Meredith walked over to the girl.
"What's wrong with her?" Meredith looked up at George who was scribbling in a blank chart.
"Uh, she has a few broken bones," George replied. "Internal bleeding. But she's doing fine at the moment."
"Okay." Meredith nodded.
"Are you okay?" George looked at her. "I know what Derek said, but you shouldn't let him distract you."
"I know," Meredith sighed. "But it's hard. It's painful for me to go through this. I can't stand not seeing Derek anymore."
Meredith was almost in tears, recalling her painful conversation with him. And how she thought of herself as used scrap.
"I had all my hopes on being with Derek." Meredith said quietly.
"It's a painful road to recovery." George stated. Meredith looked at him, not really wanting to hear that. She didn't think that she would ever recover from what Derek had said.
"Uh, well, I guess you better get back to your patient. This isn't the appropriate time to discuss problems." George mumbled.
"I guess." Meredith said distantly. She turned and left the room. George stared after her, angry at how Shepherd had made her upset. He shouldn't have said it to Meredith. In a way, George was glad she wasn't with Derek. But Meredith was hurt, and George didn't want her to be unhappy and distant.
Maybe she was better off being with Derek.
