"Oh my god, Meredith!" Derek yelled gathering her up into his arms, her head resting on his chest. He could see Miranda heading his way, watching as she gently took Meredith out of his arms before placing her onto the gurney. Cristina took Derek to get cleaned up before taking him to where they took the love of his life.
Meredith was sore, her entire body was as she slowly awoke the hospital room coming into her view. She let out a hefty cough from the slight smoke inhalation she had received signaling to Derek she was awake.
"Hey, your awake" he whispered leaning over to place a kiss on her forehead.
"Yeah, what happened?" she croaked.
"The bomb exploded as we were leaving the scene, unfortunately, the guy carrying it wasn't so lucky." She hummed in response before her mind shifted to someone more important.
"Derek, the baby?" she whispered unshed tears pooling in her eyes as her hand drifted to her stomach.
"The baby is fine Mer, your both fine sweetheart just some smoke inhalation, cuts, and bruises." Tears started falling from her eyes. how could she have been so stupid?
"I'm sorry," she whispered, "I didn't mean to put our child in danger."
"I know you didn't."
"But I did, what kind of mother am I?"
"Hey, nobody was going to help that woman. If she would have moved that bomb would have gone off and a lot more lives would have been hurt. you did what you knew."
She looked down at her stomach, rubbing circles onto it as she sniffled. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to put you in danger" she whispered. "I love you so much." Derek got up, climbing into bed as he pulled her against him. thankful for at least for now, his family was safe.
A few hours later Meredith was sitting up in bed, doing a cough assist treatment after she was reassured over a thousand times that it was safe for the baby. Her body felt awkward as her chest vibrated in an effort to get to cough up whatever was in her lungs.
Derek watched her, slightly laughing at the faces she was making.
"I'm glad this baby can't kick" she smiled. "Because I'm sure it would be having a field day right now" she laughed making Derek smile that at least she was in good spirits.
After a few minutes, she grabbed the basin that was on the table throwing up into it. Derek moved quickly to hand her a washcloth and to get her hair out of the way.
"It's working" he murmured.
"Yeah, I would say so" she groaned using the washcloth to wipe at her face. Derek reached overturning the machine off since her hour was done. She went to work, undoing the straps from around her torso before pulling the vest off, handing it over to Derek.
"You know they are just having you do this stuff to make sure all the ash and whatever you inhaled is out of your system," he said.
"I know, as long as our child is healthy that's all I care about" she murmured.
She looked up at him and Derek could see the pain in her eyes. The pain of blaming herself. He sighed, sitting down onto the bed as he placed his hand against her stomach. Meredith placed hers on top of his.
"Don't ever scare me like that again" Derek whispered. She smiled.
"I won't, it was stupid on my part and I know that." She sighed. "How long do I have to stay here?"
"Hopefully not too long, although if I had it my way you would be in a padded room with bubble wrap" he smirked.
The next day she was ready to be discharged. Meredith was leaning over the bed packing her bag as Derek was off doing some last-minute patient checks before he was to head home with her.
"Ok, Grey, the next time I see you as a patient you better be pushing that baby out do you hear me?" Bailey chided as she came into the room with her discharge papers.
Meredith laughed, "Yes Miranda loud and clear."
"That was stupid, just stupid!" Meredith rolled her eyes as if she didn't already know that.
"Well, if someone had gone in there to help out I wouldn't have had to would I?" Meredith chided.
They exchanged a look before Bailey threw the papers onto the bed. "I need to check your stitches before you leave." Meredith sat down onto the bed, wincing as Miranda pulled the tape back. "They look good, I'm going to change the dressing. You are not allowed back to work until these stitches come out."
"Yes, I know." Bailey finished up replacing the dressing on Meredith's head when Derek walked in.
"Are you ready to go?" he asked.
"She is, remembers what I told you Grey" Bailey reminded her. Meredith threw her a smile before picking her bag up.
"Let's go" she smiled taking Derek's hand.
They arrived home, Derek taking her bag up to the bedroom as Meredith turned on the tv curling up on the couch. Derek came back down to the stairs, starting dinner.
Meredith could smell the deliciousness, smiling to her self. She dug right into her plate when Derek handed it over to her.
"This smells great" she whispered, placing a kiss against his cheek.
"I'm glad you think so, it's just spaghetti."
"Better than I could ever cook. At least you cook."
"Yeah thank god, I do, otherwise, our child would be doomed" Derek smirked playfully.
Playfully she hit his arm. "Ok, you might be right."
They finished their dinner, their dishes pushed aside as they laid there wrapped in each other's arms. Derek placing light kisses on her head as he ran his fingers through her hair.
"I love you, so much" he whispered.
"I love you too."
"I'm so glad you both are safe" he whispered placing his hand against her stomach as hers joined him.
