Meredith followed George and Izzie out of the locker room. She spotted Derek across the hall, evidently waiting for her. They looked at each other for a moment, then she hurriedly looked away. So she was avoiding him again, he wasn't surprised. She always avoided him when things like this happened, even though he just wanted to help her. He saw Izzie look over at him, then say something to Meredith.

"I think Derek was waiting for you, don't you want to go see him?"

"Not right now. I just…not right now."

George and Izzie looked at each other but didn't say anything. Meredith did not look back at Derek. She did not want to see the disappointed look on his face. He had to understand. This was just how she had to deal with things.

"There she is, Jamie," Addison said smiling as she handed her her newborn baby. The mother smiled and said, "Hi, baby girl." Addison smiled to. She hadn't felt this feeling of…hope? Happiness? Not in a very long time. Or at least, it seemed like a very long time. This baby was like a miracle. It was like life could still go on, when it seemed like it wasn't going to. All she had seen these past few days was death. Life was truly beautiful, and she never seen it as much as she did right now.

Alex was standing behind her, and he too was smiling. He felt much the same way that she did. For a moment things seemed normal again, like none of this ever happened and life was liker it used to be, when they were doctors that could really do something for people.

Thinking of this made his smile fade. He turned around and walked out of the room. Addison turned around and noticed this. She looked after him for a moment, then looked back at the little happy family.

"I'll give you some time alone," she told the parents, who nodded and continued to adore their child. Addison followed Alex's footsteps out. He hadn't gone far; he was standing in the hallway, leaning against the wall, looking at the floor. She came up to him, after a moment's hesitation.

"That was great, wasn't it?" she asked him.

"It was," he agreed. "It's hard to believe that things like that still exist. At least it does."

"At least it does," she agreed. They were silent for a few moments. He was looking at her, and she found herself unable to look at him, as though she was embarrassed. And really, she was.

"About last night," he said to break the silence. "It was-"

"I know, it shouldn't have happened," she cut across him. "I was sad, and you were sad, and we just needed…comfort. That's all it was. Right?"

"Oh, yeah," he said, but something told her that he was lying, and it made her feel even more uncomfortable. "That was all it was."

"Okay," she said. "I'll just – go then."

"Yeah," he said, and they went opposite directions. Addison ran into Callie on her way to hide somewhere for a little bit.

"So how's the baby?" Callie asked.

"Good, good," Addison said distractedly. Callie looked at her closely.

"So what happened between you and Karev?"

"Nothing happened," Addison said at once. "Why would you think that?"

"Well, by the way you're acting right now, and the fact that you two kept looking at each other."

"I don't know what—"

"Don't give me that. You know exactly what I'm talking about."

Callie grinned at her. Addison managed to smile too.

"I'm going to walk away now," she said, and passed Callie to continue her search for a good hiding spot.

"Yeah, okay," Callie called after her.

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Derek was able to corner Meredith later that day as she was sitting by herself in the empty lobby, looking at her feet. His first thought was why did they leave her alone, but he pushed it aside and went up to her.

"Hi," he said.

She looked up at him.

"Hi," she said back.

"You've been avoiding me."

"No I haven't. I've been with George and Izzie."

"Where are they now?"

She shrugged. "She went somewhere and he went to find her. He said he was coming back."

"Oh." He sat down in a chair next to her. "So how've you been doing?"

She shrugged again. He could tell that she didn't want to talk about it. He did not want to push her too much, because he knew that that would not help the situation.

"Have you eaten anything?"

"No."

"You should."

"I'm not hungry."

He sighed. He did not know what to say to her to make her open up. She probably had opened up to her friends. This made him wonder what was so wrong about him that she couldn't open up to him too. So he just sat there with her, in the uncomfortable silence of the what once had been an busy lobby.

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Alex paged Addison a few hours after they had last spoken, after the baby was born. She at first did not answer it, for she did not want to talk to him. But still she did, incase something was wrong. She was quite right.

"The baby," Alex said to her when she arrived. "I've been checking in on her. Her temperature has gone up. She's not doing well."

She stared at him. "But she was born healthy—"

"I think the baby caught it," he said quietly.

"The mother and father were-"

"Immune."

After a moment she looked away from him. She was afraid that this might happen.

"It's happening so fast—" he stated to say.

"The baby was just born," she said. "Her immune system isn't as strong."

He sighed. "Does this mean—"

"If the baby does have it, she won't make it much longer."

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Izzie caught up with Alex in the hallway. She seemeed excited, to his surprise. Then he figured out why before she even said anything.

"I heard there's a baby," she said. "Can I see it? I'd love to."

He did not look at her. "No, sorry."

"Why not?" she said, disappointed.

He did not say anything. She started to be concerned.

"What, Alex? Is there something wrong?"

"No."

She knew he was lying. "Alex, come on. Please."

He looked at her. She knew that he was not telling her the truth, he could tell. He sighed. He did not want to tell her, but her knew that she'd find out anyway.

"The baby caught it," he said. "The sickness. It took over quickly. There was nothing we could do for her."

She stared at him. "I don't understand. Are you trying to say that—"

"She didn't make it."

"But the parents were immune, weren't they?"

"They…they were."

After a moment she looked away. He could tell she was scared, and he did not blame her.

"Izzie-"

"I have to go, Alex. Thank you for telling me the truth."

And she walked away.

George walked into her a little bit after that. At first he thought that he was upset about Cristina. But he was surprised that there was now something else to worry about.

"The baby," she said to him. "The one that was just born."

"What about it?" he asked, frowning.

"She died, George," she sad tearfully. "She died because she got the sickness. Even though the parents didn't, the baby did. The baby did, George."

He stared at her for a moment, then took her in his arms. He was as afraid as she was.