Oooo Part 2! Umm if i haven't said this. I don't own Grey's. Sorry to disapiont.
Year 4: Part 2
We arrived at the hospitial at around 6 that night. Derek had called one of his sisters and told them to meet us in the cafeteria.
" Girls, what happened." The Shepherd women were all sitting at the table looking sad.
Donna ,the oldest, turned towards Derek and shook her head, " Derek, he's.." she broke down crying.
" Oh, my God." Derek exclaimed. He started to fall to the ground, but I caught him.
" Derek, I'm so sorry." I told him. " Rita, Donna, Laurie, Kat, and Sam, I'm so sorry."
Derek started to cry. " It's okay. Let it out. I'm so sorry." I joined him. Derek's father, or Shep, had always looked at me as one of his own. He called me Bug. He was so good to me. I couldn't imagine how this could have happened. He was a good man. It wasn't fair. You would've thought that being a surgeon prepares you for this. It doesn't. I just makes it hurt worse.
We stayed in Hartford for a while after that. His funeral was December 28. I held Derek's hand the whole way through with the ocasional comforting squeeze. We both cried during the service. Nothing could've prepared me for this. Nothing could've prepared me for the look on Rita's face as her husband was lowered in his casket. Nothing could've prepared me to see Derek in such pain. Nothing.
I know really, really short, but I think it works that way. Correct me if I'm wrong. Anyway, since it was so short,I finished the story up for you guys. How good am I to my readers? I deserve a medal or something. Hope everyone had a nice holiday season.