Here is the next chapter! I hope that I will be able to post another chapter before I will be gone for a week, but I cannot promise you anything!
Oh! And I will never abandon this story (not before the story is finished)
Derek's POV
After I have carried Meredith to my car, I drove to the nearest hospital. Unfortunately, the said hospital I found was in the middle of nowhere and it was not a very big one. I was pretty sure that they wouldn't have a trauma centre, but that didn't bother me at the moment. I didn't want to lose Meredith which was why I had decided to go into this hospital. I was sure that there would be someone who would be able to help her.
After a while, we arrived at the hospital. The hospital was really small. From its size, it was more like a little villa. Outside, there were a few bushes and trees standing. The entrance for disabled persons was also really small and in front of it there was an old rusty wheelchair standing. Above the entrance, there was a plate where the name of the hospital was written on. The name was 'Dillard Medical Center'. The hospital looked really rundown from the outside. I shuddered. I didn't want to bring Meredith into this hospital, but what choice do I have? The next hospital was hours away –hours we maybe didn't have.
With a heavy hearty, I looked for a parking lot which was not as easy as there were far to less parking slots and at the moment the most of them were already full of parked cars. After a while, I just parked anywhere. At this moment, it doesn't matter if my car would get towed away. Meredith needed help now and not in an hour.
I parked my car directly in front of another car and got off. I got Meredith out and carried her into the hospital. As I went inside the hospital, I was totally shocked. The hospital was understaffed and looked really bad. There were doctors running around everywhere. It was a total chaos.
"I need help, please!" I yelled. A dark haired nurse came towards me with a gurney. Somehow, I knew her. Everything here was so familiar to me. I tried to remember but it just didn't come to me. I wasn't able to concentrate on anything else than on Meredith.
I eased Meredith up onto the gurney. The gurney squeaked while driving and looked like she would fall every single moment. To give the unconscious Meredith some safety I placed my hands near her so I would be able to catch her if it was necessary.
They brought Meredith into a room and together we waited for a doctor to arrive. This room was again familiar with me. It looked a little bit wobbly in my memory but it was definitively this room where I have already been once.
Suddenly, it flashed through my mind and I knew why everything here was so familiar. This was the hospital where they have brought me after my accident. Here they had killed me because they weren't able to do a head CT. One thing I was thankful of Renee. She was able to bring me back to life, but for which price?
I had almost lost my family. My wife, my children, Renee wanted to take everything away from me and she never had planned to let me see them ever again. I will never be able to forgive her for what she has done to me and my family.
After a while, a red haired doctor arrived. When she saw me and Meredith, she was in a shock. "No, not again, please." she said totally exhausted.
"Doctor, please you need to help my wife. She passed out suddenly." I said to the doctor.
"This is not real. Everything is going on is only in my head. You are dead and your wife is also not here." she meant more to herself than to me.
I risked it and went away from Meredith and walked towards the doctor. She was one of the physicians in charge when I came here after my accident. She was the one who demanded for a head CT again and again. Everyone should have listened to her. She would have been able to save my life.
I went to the young woman and placed my hand on her arm. "Calm down." I told her softly.
The doctor winced. "You are real? You are alive?" she asked me.
"Yes, I am alive. But it's a long story. I will tell you everything later, I promise. But first, you need to help my wife." I tell her.
"Of course." she said. She went to Meredith and asked, "What exactly happened?" and I told her everything. "You said, she ran into the woods for a little while before you found her?" she asked me.
"Yes, but I really don't know how long." was my response. "I think that she has lost a lot of blood and is dehydrated." I tell her and show her the open wound which was caused by the broken bone.
"I need to operate on her broken bone." the doctor said.
"That's what I have already thought." I said to her. "Give her nutrients and blood transfusions so she will be able to wake up again. Oh, and please arrange the transfer to Grey-Sloan Memorial Hospital." I requested.
"I'm really sorry but your wife is not capable enough to be transferred to another hospital." the red haired doctor told me with a glance at Meredith's results.
"Damn!" I cursed under my breath. That was what Meredith had to go through years ago.
For a long time, I have asked myself how it would have been for my family to see dying. Now I know. But the only difference was that Meredith wouldn't die, hopefully.
'No, it wasn't that bad. A few nutrients and vitamins and a few blood transfusions and she will get better.' I thought. I was still holding on the idea to transfer her to Grey-Sloan before the surgery.
Suddenly, the monitors on which Meredith was plugged started to screech. Her heart rate was unsteady. "We need to operate on her now." the doctor told me.
"You don't have to operate on her now! Just give her some blood, nutrients and vitamins and her heart rate will automatically go steady." I was nearly yelling at the doctor. The young woman winced and told a nurse to go and get blood transfusion device, nutrients and vitamins.
The nurse went on her way and after a while she came back. She had one autologous transfusion device, one nutrients transfusion and one vitamin transfusion with her.
"Is that everything?" I skeptically asked.
"I'm sorry, but that's everything we have. Because of the storm there are many injured people which we have to treat and our blood bank is really little and we never had many blood bottles from your wife's blood type because it is so rare…" she trailed.
"Get to the point." I interrupted her in a strict voice.
"That's everything we have left." she said, a little bit scared.
I was left in disbelief. That should be everything? That couldn't be possible! What should I do now? That was Meredith's sure death. I was totally exasperated. I sat down on a chair near Meredith's bed and buried my face in my hands.
"We could start a blood donation drive right now." the doctor suggested and this roused me incredulously.
"A blood drive? Now, organizing in a quick way?" I inquired farfetched.
"Yes, a blood drive." the red haired said very confident about her idea.
"And how should this work? Which thoughts do you have?" I asked without any hope that this could work.
"We will give Dr. Grey the nutrients, vitamins and especially the blood now and then we will start to test the hospital staffs. If someone has the right blood type we will take a few more tests. We will test them for any diseases and if everything is okay we will give it to your wife." she explained me very quick.
There was no time to think about this any longer, which was the reason why I agreed, "Okay, let's try it."
Maybe it could work –given, that we would find Meredith's blood type.
After I thought about it, I was sure that it will work, if someone has Meredith's blood type. At Grey-Sloan Memorial Hospital the staffs often donated blood and in New York we did something similar during natural disasters.
In New York, it was a complete success.
That this hasn't been my own idea, I could box my ears.
At least there was this smart, young doctor who kept this in mind. One day, she would be a top trauma surgeon. Her talent was far too good to be wasted on this ramshackle building of a hospital.
As a team, the doctor and the nurse plugged Meredith into the transfusions. And together, we started to test the hospital staffs.