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Following the series plot, we're currently at the end of season 4.
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Chapter 16
In the next few days, Helena kind of made it an obsession to avoid Anne. She felt so sorry for her friend but she couldn't help but think that it was the right decision.
Lots of things happened since Addison's visit to Seattle. First, Derek and Meredith's trial on the brains didn't work quite as well as they hoped, multiple shots of patients continued dying. The bottle of champagne that was waiting for their first success was still in the fridge of the resident's room. Then Cristina was completely down because of Hahn turning her continually down. Alex first learned that Rebecca, or Awa, or whoever this woman is, was pregnant but Izzie turned him down, saying that she was just making a transfer on her precedent pregnancy. Now he stayed at Meredith taking care of her, not really knowing what to do. And Derek had decided to sell the land where he had planned to build his house with Meredith.
Concerning Helena, her relation with James had improved quite quickly. She had now moved nearly all her stuff to his apartment and she now spends her entire time outside her work with him.
She felt James shift next to her. He was sleeping peacefully, his head hidden under his pillow, the musculature of his back exposed to her. Helena smiled. He was so nice and so gentle with her, just the contrary of Ryan to every point. James was the perfect boyfriend she always had dreamed of. But maybe he was too perfect.
The piercing bell of her phone made her stop mulling over. James moaned loudly as she picked up.
"Alex?" she asked surprised. "You're okay?"
"Yeah," the man muttered. "I won't attend to work today. Have to take care of Rebecca. Can you check over my post-ops today? Izzie is taking over the other cases."
"Sure," the black-haired nodded throwing her blankets back and walking to the closet. "I'll cover for you."
"Thanks, Len'," Alex said. "I have to hang up, Rebecca doesn't want to eat."
"Okay," the woman added. "See you, Alex."
"Bye Len'," the man said pulling off.
"Who was it?" James asked sitting up in the bed.
"Alex," she answered picking up jeans and a t-shirt from the floor and quickly putting them on. "I have to go to the hospital."
"Do you want me to drive you?" he asked.
"Thank you for the offer, but you should take advantage of your Saturday morning. By the way, Mark has offered to pick me up," Helena said pushing him back in his pillows with a kiss. "I'll try to quit early today."
"I'll pick you up then," he added.
"Sure."
"Dress warmly, it snowed again last night," he advised to her as she disappeared in the hallway.
In fact, within the last weeks, Seattle had been covered with a heavy and thick white coat. Winter was coming.
A few minutes later, Helena walked back to the room, wrapped in a huge blue parka with some fat stuffed boots at her feet. James burst out in laughter.
"You look like a small blue snowball," he joked.
"Yeah, very funny," she said sarcastically. "I have to go now," she added. "See you later!"
"Love you!" he called her behind.
The woman walked back to the entrance, stuffed her hands in a pair of some warm wool gloves, took her purse and left the warmth of the apartment to the coolness of the outside. The street was covered in some kind of brown molten mud making it look even more ugly and dark. Mark was waiting for her, sitting on his motorbike a few steps away. Carefully, she crossed the sidewalk covered by a layer of ice, taking care not to swipe.
"Good morning," Mark greeted her happily.
"Hey," she greeted tasking the helmet he was giving her.
She put it on and got on the motorbike right behind him.
"By the way, you look like a big blue snowball," he said laughing, earning him a dark look from the woman.
"I get it, someone is in a bad mood," he said. "Did Mr. Perfect pissed you off?"
"No," she answered bluntly. "Now can you drive, I don't want to be late."
He sighed and pulled out.
A bit later this morning, Meredith, George, Izzie, and Cristina were chatting in the open space as Helena joined them. The Shepherd girl immediately noticed the cheerful behavior of Mer's best friend
"What is happening?" she asked pulling down a pile of files on the desk.
Cristina had started a small joy dance before pulling something out of her pocket.
"Meredith gave me the sparkle pager," she cheered shaking the red and white sparkling object through the air.
"What?" The blond exclaimed.
"She needed it for her mojo," Meredith tried to explain.
"Ever think I might need it?" Izzie continued outraged.
"You'd waist it," Cristina added. "I need it to get out of under Hahn. I won't have to beg her for OR time if I have the pager. She's not gonna teach me, I'll teach myself."
"She's gonna use it for evil," the blond protests. "I...I would use it to do good. And besides, the pager is sacred. Sacred sparkle, you cant just give it away. She can't do that," she added toward the others.
"I don't think it's transferable," the black haired chuckled.
"It isn't," George added from the corner.
"You don't make rules," Cristina sassed.
"But I am the chiefs intern," the boy replied.
"You mean, you're the checks bitch," Helena added raising an eyebrow.
"And you have no power. Because the power...is in the pager," Cristina added walking away smirking happily.
George lowered his head as his pager started to beep.
"That's the chief with something important and powerful to do," George mumbled before leaving quickly.
A bit later, Helena was reading over some patients files as a voice in her back called her name.
"Ms. Shepherd?"
"Do I know you?" The doctor asked without looking at her documents.
The woman had a strong French accent.
"No, but you have to know my big sister. She's a patient of this hospital."
Helena slowly looked up. In front of her was standing a young woman, about 20 years old, with long blond locks. She had cold grey eyes, but they were so swollen that it was clear she had cried. But that look, Helena recognized her immediately.
"Oh my god, you must be Anne's sister," she realized.
She was quite surprised. She knew about Anne's sister, she just didn't expect her to be so young. The girl looked pretty uncomfortable.
" I'm Mia," she said.
"Is everything okay with Anne?" Helena asked.
"Uhm," Mia nodded. "But it's not about that I wanted to talk actually. I wanted to talk to you about Abby. I know you already told my sister that you couldn't take her in. But you have to understand that she will end up in a foster family otherwise. Anne had really hoped you could take care of her, what will be much better for Abby 'cause, you knew both of her parents and everything..."
"Look, Mia, I'm really sorry, but like I already told your sister, I am probably not the best person to take care of her," Helena tried to explain. "I am really extremely sorry, but can't help you with that."
She grabbed her files and quickly took a few steps away.
"I hope Anne will be fine," she stated shortly turning back to the young woman.
Derek and Rose were sitting in front of a display showing a scan.
"See, the cytoplasmic viral particles in the malignant cells but not in the normal tissue," he explained.
"No idea what you're saying but, but it sounds brilliant," the nurse chuckled nervously playing with her hair. "Boring but brilliant."
"You wanted us to spend more time together," Derek countered.
"I meant to movies or ball games," Rose protests. "But a clinical trial is just as good."
Suddenly, Meredith burst into the room with some files.
"Hey," she greeted the two.
"Hey," the neurosurgeon said smiling up at her.
He looked down on her files.
"Combining the FR1904 and trichostatin increases the expression of the virus in the tumor," he stated.
"Introduce them during the M phase of the cell cycle," Meredith added.
The nurse looked quite confused.
"See, she understands how brilliant you are," Rose replied.
"Okay, so Jeremy West is patient number 12, and patient 13 is Beth Monroe," the woman continued without really taking care of the nurse. "Jeremy is suffering from grand mal seizures, Beth is paralyzed on the right side. Who do you want to meet first?"
"Jeremy's surgery's today, Beth's isn't until tomorrow," Derek stated.
"They're pretty young," Meredith added.
"Yeah, which makes them resilient," he concluded standing up and following the blond girl.
"Okay, bye," Rose called behind.
She sighed deeply.
"Clinical trial, fun."
"You know you'll never replace her, don't you?" a voice stated from the corner of the room.
The pretty nurse looked up to her boyfriend's sister pressed against the doorframe, arm crossed over her chest.
"What do you mean?" she asked dupe.
"Are you really blind? Or are you that stupid?" she added plopping down on the seat her brother occupied a few minutes before. "You seem to be a nice girl, so I have to be clear with you. Meredith and Derek are meant to be together. And think you're smart enough to have noticed that too.
"So what do you expect me to do? Let him go with her without looking back?" she asked.
"Yes actually," Helena nodded. "Don't take me wrong Rose, I'm sure there's somebody out there somewhere for you, it's just not my brother."
She stood up, ready to leave.
"Thank you, Helena," the nurse said making the young surgeon turn around.
"What for?" she asked puzzled.
"For being honest with me," she continued.
In the early afternoon, Helena decided to take a break to pay a visit to Alex at Meredith's. She was quite worried about her friend since Rebecca had come back again. First, she had appeared stating that she was carrying a child who eventually was from Alex. The young man was reluctant at first but accepted it lately getting accustomed to the fact of having a baby. However, Izzie had discovered that the new pregnancy was a pure invention of the woman and that she had even forgotten she already had a baby. Rebecca sank into a deep depression were Alex was adamant to take care of her.
Helena parked her car in front of the house. She quickly climbed the few steps up to the front door and knocked. Getting no answer, she pushed the door open.
"Alex?" she called in the house.
No reply.
"Alex?!" she called louder up the stairs.
"In the living room," she heard her friend called from a distant room of the house.
Helena quickly found her friend sitting on the couch, next to a tired and ill were looking Rebecca. Her dirty hair was sticking to her sweaty face and she had big bags under her eyes. Alex looked up as Helena entered the room but Rebecca's glance stay focused on the TV, or so Helena thought.
"How is she?" Helena asked as Alex stood up and walked next to her.
"What do you think?" the man asked. "She eats or drinks close to nothing, she barely speaks and she stays prostrated all day looking into the void! I seriously don't know what to do."
"Have you…," she cleared her throat "Have you thought of some sort of psych consult?" she whispered to her friend.
"You think she's crazy don't you?" he exclaimed.
"Alex, I'm sorry," Rebecca suddenly said in a whisper.
Alex turned his head toward his girlfriend.
"What?" he asked sitting back down next to her.
"I think...I wet my pants," Rebecca mumbled in a nearly inaudible and shaky voice.
"Oh," Alex replied surprised. "Oh, that's, uh… that's okay."
"I'll do better. I promise."
"Don't worry about it. You're doing fine," he leaned down to kiss her head. "Come on."
He took her hand and stood up.
"You'll better go," Alex said to Helena walking past her. "I'll get her clean up."
Helena nodded. But she knew that somehow she had to be right. Rebecca was unstable and incontinent, she wasn't able to stay alone without a medical or psychological supervision anymore. But Alex didn't seem to be very fond of that idea. Sighing, she decided to leave the house and return to the hospital.
She was about to turn on the engine of her car as her phone suddenly rang.
"Meredith?" she picked up reading her friends name on the screen.
"They shut our trial down, Helena!" she heard Meredith announce panicked.
"What?"
"The IRB, the national board that oversees and reviews several clinical trials," the young woman continued. "We had 11 deaths, they're giving us one last patient. We have 'till midnight to operate, that deadline exceeded and it's out. But the problem is we admit two new patients for the trial today, this young couple, they're still teenagers and they love each other. How can we possibly choose one of them and not the other, that's horrible, that's...that's."
"Wow, slow down Mer," Helena interrupted. "Breath."
She heard her friend trying to control her respiration.
"I don't know how to tell Derek," her friend continued. "This trial is his proud."
Helena was thinking.
"Helena? Still there?" Meredith questioned.
"Yes, yes, I was just thinking. And if you move both surgeries forward."
"What do you mean? The girl's surgery is planned for tomorrow."
"Move it to this afternoon," Helena submit. "Fit them both in before midnight."
"You think it'll work?" Grey asked.
"Just ask Derek."
"Thank you a lot, Helena."
Later that day, after having arranged a moment of intimacy for the two young lovers, Derek and Meredith were standing in front of a patient room, guarding the door.
"I have never in my life gotten a patient laid, much less two patients," Derek chuckled.
"It's really sweet," the woman smirked.
The small and passionate moans coming from the room made them both smile.
"They're so in love," Meredith sighed leaning her head back against the wall.
"Oh, yeah," the neurosurgeon nodded.
"It's all new and fresh and exciting," the brown-haired continued.
"I've never been a fan of new," the man said turning to her. "I like to know the person, their bodies, what make them moan," he continued with a juicy voice, slowly leaning forward to look her straight in the eyes.
But their deep eye connection was suddenly interrupted by the worried calls of Beth's parents.
"Something happens? Beth isn't in her room," her mother stated with clear worries in her shaky voice.
"Oh, well, that's because I had my interns take her down for a pre-op MRI," Meredith lied.
"Thank God," the patient's father replied. "I was afraid she was lying somewhere in pain."
"No, she's not in any pain," Derek added with a small smile.
"We should go to the conference room, there's paperwork you haven't filled out," Meredith told the parent.
"Thank you," both answered with tears in their eyes.
Meredith lead them away, throwing a last glance back at Derek.
"I'll be here, doing my thing," he added.
He leaned back against the door frame. Meredith was really a good person.
"What makes them moan? Seriously?"
Derek looked up. His sister was standing behind a desk and had apparently overheard the entire discussion.
"You're spying on me now?" he asked walking over to her, keeping although an eye on the door.
"When it comes to you and Meredith, I allow myself lots of things," she said crossing her arms over her chest. "But more seriously, I think you should talk to Rose," she pursues.
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"Derek, not to me, you're my brother and I think I am still able to tell when you're in love with someone. Open your eyes, man. You're certainly not in love with Rose, I still don't get why you both got together in first place."
"We already had this discussion, haven't we?" her brother said sighing.
"But it's clear you have feelings for Meredith, even a three years old trisomic monkey would see it."
Derek stroke over his face with his hands sighing loudly.
"Seriously Leny, don't you have better things to do than to analyze my mess of a love life," he said walking away angrily.
Helena was waiting in the gallery over the OR for Meredith and Derek's intervention to start. She was hidden in the dark of the room, observing the two ex-lovers getting prepared.
"You're nervous?" the girl asked.
"I have my ego to keep me warm," the awesome doctor chuckled.
"Can't you feel it?" Meredith questioned.
"What?"
"The majesty of lifesaving," she added smiling brightly behind her mask, with the sparkle in her eyes.
"When did you become an optimist?" Derek inquired.
"Selling your land," she replied.
"Trying to move forward," he pursues.
"So am I."
This two was impossible. It was crystal clear that the two of them were still in love with each other, why couldn't they just notice it and live their happily ever after until death they part?
Suddenly, her pager started to beep. It was Richard paging her with a special code. Anne, Helena thought immediately. And she speeds outside of the gallery. Running in the hallway, she tried her best to avoid the patients, visitors and staff members that crossed her way. Her heart was beating fast and furious. As she arrived in the hallway of her friend's room, she spotted a handful of nurses running into the room. As she got nearer, she could listen to the hectically talk inside.
"We have to take her to the OR now!" a nurse was saying. "Her heart rate is expediting!"
"Prepare OR 3, we're coming up immediately," Webber instructed.
"She's not breathing anymore Doctor," another nurse called.
The chief of surgery spotted Helena waiting outside.
"She's in a really critical state," he stated watching her questioning glance. "If we don't do anything right now, she'll die within the next few minutes."
Helena nodded. Her friend was lying on the bed, the eye closed, the blond hair spread on the pillow and she was looking even paler than before.
"Go save her Ricard," she called to the older surgeon as he disappeared in the lift.
"My mommy is dying," a small voice called down next to her.
"Oh my God, Abby!"
Helena picked the little girl up, whose eyes were filled with fat big tears.
"Dr. Webber is trying to save her," she said with a voice that she wished was comforting.
"I don't want my mommy to die," Abby cried throwing her small arms around the surgeon's neck.
"Me neither honey, me neither," Helena said holding the girl closer.
