Chapter 8
Izzie walked out of Meredith's room slowly. Her body was frozen all except for her feet which carried her through the hallways ever so gradually. Her hair hung around her face in a messy birds nest type thing. But she didn't care.
Nothing seemed to make sense anymore. Everything was just so far away from her reach. Her mind was just somewhere else. She couldn't control herself anymore.
Her breathing slowly quickened and her heart beat and breathing became so loud that they were the only things that filled her ears besides a distant sounding voice that seemed to be calling her name.
She felt her heavy head begin to grow numb and the numbness slowly traced through her body until it reached her legs and she felt herself begin to sway and wobble as the numbness moved down to her knees and calves until it reached her feet.
Finally her knees gave out under her and she collapsed to the ground and landed on her knees. She hid her face in her hands and leaned over onto the ground and began sobbing. S
he didn't care who was watching. She had lost everything- her job, best friend, husband, and about to lose another friend.
That was when she heard feet rushing towards her from two different directions. But one set of feet got to her first. A hand touched her shoulder and she flinched from the sudden contact.
"Izzie?" a familiar voice whispered. "What's wrong?"
She looked up from where she sat. "Alex?" she sobbed.
"Izzie, come on, let's get you off of that dirty surgical floor. Why don't we go back to Meredith's house and you can shower and I'll give you some cloths to put on."
Izzie's breath caught in her throat. Now that was definitely her Alex, not the dark and twisty one that Lexie Grey had tried to comfort.
Izzie looked up at Alex and sucked in a deep breath. He reached a hand out towards her. Izzie slowly moved a shaky arm towards him. He took her hand and carefully helped lift her up to her feet.
"It'll be alright," Alex said.
Izzie's knees shook as she walked and she nearly fell again, but Alex caught her. He realized that Izzie must have gone into shock, the same way Meredith did when the bomb had gone off.
"I feel dizzy," he gasped as she began to hyperventilate.
"Let's get you some water," Alex said.
Cristina walked into the Beverly Hills cemetery through the darkened night. It was piercingly quiet and dark. Cristina had searched for almost an hour for a certain grave. She had just about given up when she noticed one grave that she must have passed by without noticing. She slowly walked to it and ran her hand over the cold stone of the grave.
"Hi," she said. "I'm sorry I haven't been able to visit you in a while. But I don't exactly live so close."
She swallowed hard, avoiding tears. She hated crying. It made her seem weak. And everyone who knew Cristina Yang knew that she wasn't weak.
But there was one thing, one subject that always made her at least get a little choked up.
She knew how scared Derek must have been in the car crash because she was in the same situation with the person that was now in the ground that she was looking at right now.
"Oh daddy," she whispered. "I wish I could talk to you. I mean, I'm able to, but you can't really talk back."
She couldn't hide it anymore. She let the tears break through and begin to fall. "Meredith is dying!" she cried. "George has died! My boyfriend and I are fighting! Izzie got cancer. The only thing I could even possibly think to do was come and talk to you."
She knew that it wouldn't do much, he couldn't respond, but it made her feel a little bit more comfortable to be near his body. She had loved her dad for the nine years that she knew him, and he had loved her too.
Suddenly she couldn't take it anymore. She let an angry sob rip through her body and she fell harshly to her knees in front of the grave and wrapped her arms around the grave stone. She held herself close.
"P-please help M-Meredith l-live if you a-are able t-to. I-if M-Meredith dies then please c-comfort her in heaven. But do w-what you can to k-keep her safe daddy! Please!"
After a while of kneeling down on the dirty ground she slowly composed herself enough to get back up. She couldn't believe how much she had just freaked out.
She cleared her throat and patted the grave stone.
She kissed her hand and touched it to the cold stone and ran her hand over her father's name once. She cleared her throat once more before saying, "Bye daddy." She began to walk away before turning and calling out, "I love you!"
In the dark she tripped over a grave stone and fell, hitting her head against another in the process.
The pain was harsh in her head, but she almost felt some sort of relief by doing so, as if it had taken away some of her mental pain to be used physically.
"Ah!" she gasped, holding her hand against her head, above her left eyebrow before turning and walking away slowly into the darkened night.
But what surprised her the most was that when she got to the car she had rented she saw a person leaning against it, there arms crossed over their chest and their legs crossed out in front of them.
"Owen?" she gasped.
"Your mom said that you always used to come down here and visit your dad when you were upset. I figured I might as well give it a try."
"You flew all the way down here?" Cristina was still mostly speechless.
"You were crying," Owen said, ignoring her question. "I can hear it in your voice. Do you want to talk about it?"
Cristina shook her head. "No," she sighed.
"Do you want me to drive?" Owen offered.
Cristina shrugged. "That's not really an answer," Owen said.
"Owen why did you do this?" Cristina finally spoke harshly.
"Because I love you," Owen told her, straight forward.
"Then why did you hang up on me?" Cristina asked.
"I didn't. Derek had a night mare and screamed very loudly. I dropped the phone in shock and had to check on him to make sure he wasn't dying or anything."
"Then why aren't you there with him now?"
"Richard agreed to take my shift for me."
"You didn't call me back," Cristina pointed out.
"Are you kidding me?" Owen said, shocked. "Have you checked how many messages I have left you?"
Christina rolled her eyes and pulled out her phone to turn it on. "Holly crap!" she gasped. "Twenty missed calls and fifteen messages? Are you crazy?"
"Yeah," Owen smirked. "I'm crazy for you."
Cristina looked up at him and felt the tears begin to fall again. Once again she hated crying! She cursed silently under her breath.
"You need to go back," Owen said.
"No," Cristina cried. "I don't need to do anything!"
"Look, I get that you are upset with me. But if Meredith dies-
"I will never be able to forgive myself," Cristina finished him off. "Burk gave me the same speech last time she died."
Owen's eyebrows rose. "Last time?" he repeated in shock.
"Yeah," Cristina said. "You didn't hear about that?"
"No."
"You didn't hear about the time she drowned, or how about the time she nearly got killed by a bomb?"
"What the hell?" Owen gasped."
"She gets hurt a lot," Cristina shrugged, tossing Owen the keys, which he missed, and climbing into the car.
Owen blinked twice before picking up the keys and following Cristina. The second the lights of the car turned on Owen gasped.
"Oh my God Cristina! Your head is gushing blood!"
Cristina's eyes widened and she touched her forehead, feeling the wet and sticky liquid dripping down her head.
"What did you do?" Owen gasped.
"I hit my head on a gravestone," Cristina muttered in annoyance.
Owen reached forwards to take a look at her head. "You probably need stitches," he sighed. "Come on; let's get you to a hospital."
Owen pulled his shirt up and over his head.
"What are you doing?" Cristina asked.
Owen handed his shirt to her. "Put this on your head, apply pressure to it."
As Owen began to drive Cristina placed the shirt onto her head. After a minute she said, "I love you Owen."
"I love you too," Owen said, flashing a quick but worried smile at Cristina.
Derek woke up with shock from another bad dream in a pool of sweat. But he didn't scream this time.
He dreamt that he had been in surgery working on a patient's brain, trying to repair the horrible brain damage that had been done to the frontal lobe.
Everything was going fine until the heartbeat started moving too slow. They hadn't picked up the arrhythmia that the person had.
"Heart beat is going into bradycardia!" Derek informed everyone.
They got shock paddles and shocked the body which bounced up with the electric shock.
Suddenly the heartbeat flat lined. "She's coding!" a doctor called out.
Derek realized the patient was a woman at that moment.
Funny, he thought. I should have known that.
They tried to shock the patient a few more times until they gave up and set the paddles down.
"Time of death," Derek said. "Twelve fifty five."
He slowly walked around to look at the patient's face and gasped as he realized it was Meredith.
"No!" he screamed. "Meredith!"
Derek's eyes had flashed open then and he found Richard standing there. His expression was solemn and his eyes were red and puffy.
"Oh God no," Derek pleaded. "Is she dead?"
The chief shook his head and a tear ran down his cheek, which was unlike him.
"She's alive," Richard choked out. "But barely."
Meredith was feeling extremely down, considering she had most of her strength back. She couldn't seem to face the fact that she may never seem Derek again. Something like that was absolutely unacceptable.
"Are you alright?" George said from beside her.
"Huh?" Meredith said, snapping out of her trance.
"You've been quiet for a very long time."
"I… I mean… I just-
"You miss Derek," George said for her.
Meredith nodded. "I'm sorry. I mean I miss you, and I love you, you're one of my closest friends but…
"You love him more," George said, without doubt. "You should Meredith he's your husband. Don't be silly." Meredith nodded. "Why are you so afraid to hurt my feelings? I'm still me, still the goofy old George O'Malley, the double o seven."
Meredith cringed at the memory. "I couldn't feel my body when you told me," she told George. "I went into shock, went numb, and couldn't feel my body."
George looked like he was about to crack a joke. "Yet you felt your face enough to yell," George said and thern imitated Meredith in a bad impression of her voice. "Oh God! Oh god."
Meredith started laughing, she couldn't help it. "I don't sound like that!" she defended herself.
"Sure you don't," George said sarcastically.
Meredith reached over to push him playfully, but her hand went right through him and she found that he had disappeared.
She staggered to her feet. "George?" she called, feeling the fear rushed through her body. "George?!"
Meredith turned around and gasped at the unfamiliar person who stood before her.
"Wh-who are you?" Meredith stuttered.
"You may call me Mr. Yang," he grinned." I'm the father of your person, Cristina. She visited me at my grave and asked me to do everything in my power to keep you alive. I love my little girl and I intend to do exactly as she wishes and keep you alive."
A/N: Okay, so if you have any questions ask me in my reviews. I may just spoil some of the story. I know exactly how it is going to end, but if there is anything you really want to see I may be able to fit it in. Reviews encourage me to keep going. So review and I'll update.
