"Meredith" Someone wispered as they gently shook her shoulder. "Meredith, can you hear me?" The person asked. She let out a low moan.
She opened her eyes to look at the person talking to her. "Derek?" She asked.
"No Meredith" The man wispered. "This is Richard Webber. Do you know who I am?"
"Yes." She said sadly. It was all coming back. Derek wasn't here because he was dead. He would never be there for her or Liz. Liz. She had frogotten about her. "Where is Liz?" She asked.
"Christina is bringing her now. You wern't out for very long but we want to keep you over night." He pushed the hair out of her face and leaned closer to her. "Do you know what happened?"
She looked up at the man who was like a father to her. "He's dead. He died when we were just getting to know him again. I just want him back." She cried to him.
"Who's dead, Meredith?" Webber asked.
"Derek. He's dead." She cries.
"He's not dead Meredith." He stated.
"What?" She asked taking her face out of her hands.
"He is right outside. He was released today."
"He's outside? Right now?" She asked.
"Yes. Derek" Richard yelled beconing him in.
Meredith looked towards the door and saw a very causious Derek walking in. "Hey" He wispered.
"Hi" She said quietly. She felt so stupid. How idiotic must he think that she was.
"Did they check her heart?" Derek asked Dr. Webber.
"Not..." He started to say but was cut off by Meredith.
"How did you know that they needed to check my heart?" She asked amazed.
"I...I...don't..." He studdered.
"I'll leave you two alone for a minute but you need to go up to get a MRI, Meredith." He said as he walked out of the room.
Derek walked closer to the bed. "I'm sorry. I was going to tell you today that I was getting out but..."
"I left kind abruptly." She said as she pulled her knees up to her chest.
"Ya" He said as he brushed some hair out of her face. She looked up at him with tears in her eyes. Derek couldn't take it. She seemed like the one. She seemed to care so much about him. But how could he just jump back with some one he didn't know. He didn't even know what her last name is. He took a deep breath and sat down in one of the chairs around her bed. She seemed to let her eyes get sader when he moved away from her. "I don't know what to do Mer." He said exasparated. "I feel like I should tell you that I love you. But then I think about how I don't really know you. I don't know your last name yet I want to hold you and make you feel better. I just don't know what to do." He said quietly.
