"Everything alright?" Miranda asked walking up to Cristina.
"Meredith isn't answering her phone," Cristina sighed, getting a bad feeling. She always answers her phone.
"Maybe she's busy with the baby?" Bailey offered.
"Yeah maybe, but even then she would still have answer."
"I'm sure she's fine but if you really are that worried you can use your lunch to go and check on them. But I'm sure you are overreacting, everything's fine." Miranda tried to reassure her before walking away.
Cristina drove over to their house, immediately noticing the front door wide open. That was strange she thought. She stepped over the threshold, looking around the downstairs area. Nothing seemed out of place.
"Meredith? Hello? Anyone here?" She searched the downstairs finding no signs of Meredith or the baby before heading upstairs. She immediately could hear Brady screaming. Why wasn't Meredith comforting him? Where was she?
She followed the screaming into the master bedroom and into the bathroom finding Brady alone in the bathtub still wrapped up in his blanket.
"Hey, what are you doing alone? Where's your mom?" Cristina asked as she picked the newborn up. He quieted down slightly at the sensation of being in someone arms.
Cristina exited the bedroom looking around the room where she found Meredith. Laying on the floor between the wall and the bed, blood seeping out of her scalp and stomach.
"Oh my God!" She gasped, quickly laying Brady on the bed as she knelt down by Meredith, making sure she was still breathing before calling for an ambulance.
Bailey was standing at the desk slightly taken aback when the emergency doors opened and she saw Cristina running along a gurney that held Meredith.
"Okay, get her trauma room one," Cristina ordered.
"Here, I'll take him," Miranda said as Cristina handed the still screaming baby over to her.
Bailey went into a conference room, taking a seat in one of the chairs as she pulled a bottle out of the side of the diaper bag, offering it to the newborn.
It seemed like forever before Cristina appeared, the baby sound asleep in Bailey's arms.
"How is she?" Bailey asked.
"She's pretty bad. He hit her with something which caused a cut on her scalp we had to stitch up plus she ripped her c-section stitches so we had to redo those." Cristina explained.
"What else?" Miranda demanded. She knew Cristina wasn't telling her something.
"She was raped." Cristina whispered. "Who would do this?"
"I'll give you one guess, the same person that got us into this mess." Miranda said through gritted teeth.
"I thought he was in jail." Cristina said, confused.
"Obviously not." Miranda growled.
Miranda sat there next to Meredith's bedside, watching her sleeping form as she held the blondes son close to her. She may come off as hard sometimes but it didn't mean she didn't care.
It had been a few hours since everything had happened and Miranda was still waiting for her to wake up. She reached over with the hand that wasn't supporting the baby, gently taking Meredith's into hers.
"I know I might come off as harsh or cruel sometimes," she started. "But it doesn't mean I don't care. You cannot die, you are not allowed to. You have a son, he's already down one parent, he cannot lose both." Miranda sighed. "So no, you don't get to die. You are going to live for your son."
It was a little while late when she heard Meredith groan, her eyes blinking open as she tried to figure out where she was. All the sudden she shot up, frantically looking around.
"Hey, hey lay back down, everything's alright," Miranda said, trying to sooth Meredith, gently pushing her shoulder to get her to lay back down.
"Brady," she breathed.
"He's fine, see he's asleep," Miranda whispered, showing her the baby that was fast asleep in her arm. She laid back down, tears bursting from her as she reached out for her son, needing the contact.
"Everything is okay, Meredith," Miranda said as she laid the baby on her chest covering them both up with the blanket. She watched as Meredith kissed the top of the baby's head while crying.
"I'm sorry Brady, I'm so sorry you had to go through that," she whispered. "I'm so glad you're okay, sweetheart."
She held her son close to her, listening to his heartbeat as it was pressed against hers. Thanking her lucky stars he was safe.
"Do you remember what happened?" Miranda said slowly.
"Too much of it," she whispered, her eyes never leaving her son. "My phone was downstairs. I couldn't get away from him, he hit me with the gun and that's why I passed out."
"Was that before or after he..." Bailey couldn't finish her sentence.
"After. I was so powerless. I couldn't do anything as he violated me. Luckily he stopped because Brady started crying and he wanted me to shut him up but..." Meredith's eyes watered as she continued. "Why me, Miranda? Why us? Haven't we been through enough?"
Miranda, who usually came off as a hardass, felt for the woman she secretly considered a daughter.
"Our lives change with every breath we take Meredith, and you survived. You fought like hell for your son. He has a momma who was willing to die for him and almost did. You fought and you both survived and you will get through this because the Meredith Grey I know, doesn't give up easily."
"I wanna give up, he's the only reason I haven't. I thought this nightmare would've been over with when Derek died. I thought this guy had done enough damage and I never thought he would be back for revenge. Miranda, how am I suppose to protect Brady? what If he comes back again?"
"We are all here to protect you guys. He's not getting in here and you're gonna be here for a while, Grey. You had a lot of damage done, physically, mentally and emotionally. Right now you and your son need each other, just let us deal with the rest."
Meredith sniffled, looking down at Brady who had started to slightly whimper. She was just hoping it would all be over soon.