A/N: I'm deleting 'negative' reviews from the same reviewer because of the fact that they're disturbingly abusive...some one clearly has issues. If you are going to leave something negative, make it mature criticism.

14. Can You Consider

"Derek!" Addison smiled happily as the door to the trailer opened. Derek stepped in, looking tired and worried.

"Derek?" Addison walked over to her husband, recalling what Mark had said earlier. She didn't want to believe it, but he was acting oddly.

"Hi Addy." Derek smiled.

"How was your day?" Addison asked as he sat down.

"The usual." Derek said quietly.

"Did you see Meredith?"

Derek looked up at her in surprise, having not expected Addison to ask that.

"She's avoiding me." Derek told her. "She won't talk to me."

"Okay." Addison smiled. She felt better knowing that Derek really wasn't with Meredith. Mark was wrong; he was just trying to get her to leave Derek, to fall for his lies and possibly to fall into bed with him again. Addison hoped he had left Seattle by now. And it was unnerving that he knew where Derek's trailer was, and just how he had acted. Almost as if he knew Derek would never truly love her.

Addison shook away the thoughts, not wanting to keep thinking about that.

"Are you okay?" Derek asked her.

"I'm recovering." Addison said quietly.

"What happened?" Derek asked her. Addison looked at him, staring at his concerned, intense blue eyes. He knew that something was wrong. Of course he would. They were married for twelve years, he would know. But he wouldn't know about Mark. She wasn't sure if she would tell him or not.

"Mark came here." Addison admitted, looking away from Derek.

"He came here?" Derek looked at her attentively. "When I was away?"

"Yes." Addison said quietly.

"What did he say?" Derek asked.

"He accused you of having an affair with Meredith." Addison said. She was looking down, and didn't see the guilty look on Derek's face.

"But you wouldn't do that, would you?" Addison looked up at Derek and smiled tiredly, her face a light purple colour. Derek was pleased that she was starting to heal, but felt guilty at how Mark had been right. He had stopped being with Meredith, but only a few days ago had he been with her. And Addison hadn't known.

"No. No, I wouldn't." Derek took Addison's hand and smiled at her intensely. She smiled back.

"It's a pity we can't have sex for another few weeks." Addison smiled wryly.

"It is." Derek smiled, but it seemed forced.

"I need to get some sleep." Addison stood up and walked over to the bed. "I need to go back to work tomorrow. I can't stay here all day. I was bored. Seriously bored."

Derek looked at his wife compassionately. He was pleased that she had returned to Seattle, it was good to be in her company. But could he continue on like this? The way he felt for Meredith was more intense than his feelings for Addison.

He watched as she slid under the covers, wincing slightly. Derek wanted to comfort her, to kiss her forehead and hold her close. He wanted their relationship to be the way it was before she cheated, before Meredith.

But he was clinging to the past, to the feelings that had long gone. And when he finally made it to bed, he lay awake, unable to rest.

George smiled at Christie as she was being wheeled into surgery for her stomach ulcer, which had developed into a tumour. Her internal bleeding had gone out of control and it needed to be taken care of.

"I will survive this, won't I?" Christie asked. Dr Burke gave George a look as they wheeled her into the OR. George strapped an oxygen mask over Christie's mouth as they stopped in the OR.

"Scrub in O'Malley." Burke ordered. George hurried out of the OR and scrubbed his hands clean, getting another intern to help tie him up. Then George pulled on some gloves and hurried into the surgery.

"Clamp." Bailey held out her hand and George passed her the clamp, watching as Bailey held the deep cut in the skin open, blood forming a small pool in it. George glanced up at the monitor. Christie was doing okay so far.

"Scalpel."

George passed Bailey the scalpel. She focused hard, cutting an incision in the stomach. The thin, slimy lining split open and a thin dribble of bile spilled out. An intern wiped it up as Bailey searched for the tumour.

The monitor started beeping.

"She's losing a lot of blood." A nurse warned.

Bailey cursed quietly before pausing.

"I've got it." Bailey made an incision through the stomach. More blood streamed out and George could hardly make out where Bailey was cutting, with all the interns stopping the intense flow of blood.

"It's out." Bailey announced, removing the scalpel and grabbing another tool, pulling out the golf ball sized mass of blood and pus. The tumour was out. Bailey threw it onto a silver tray.

"Per strings. Now." Bailey snapped. George grabbed the per strings and handed them to her, watching as she began suturing the incision in the stomach lining. The monitor started beeping madly.

"BP increasing."

Bailey cursed again, cutting off the per string and hurrying to get the wound sutured before Christie bled out.

Bailey grabbed some more per string and George watched as she began suturing the incision into the stomach.

"O'Malley, help me with this." Bailey snapped. George smiled and hurried over to Bailey, helping her to suture the incision. He could feel the warm blood flowing around his gloves as he quickly moved the per string through the skin, closing up the wound.

"She's done." George smiled, looking in triumph at the closed wound. An intern began cleaning up the blood as the monitor's beeping decreased.

"BP's steady."

"She's made it." Bailey announced. She began pulling off her mask.

"Dr Bailey, what – what about the internal bleeding?" George asked quickly.

Bailey looked up at him.

"We just removed a stomach tumour." Bailey said flatly. "If you have noticed, the internal bleeding-"

George glanced over at Christie as the monitor started beeping.