It had been four weeks since Meredith had gotten back from hospital. She was due to start back that day but she needed to be examined so Chief knew if she was fit for surgery. Her stomach wasn't purple at all and her surgical scar was only slightly pink. It wasn't tender anymore. Meredith was lying on the bed, her hair everywhere. Opening her eyes slightly she turned to face Derek. He was wide awake, watching Meredith.

'Hey,'

'Hower you feeling?'

'I'm fine, I wish you would stop asking me that,' Derek leant in and kissed her.

'I have to get ready, first day back at work,'

'If your not ready you don't have to go in,'

'Derek, shut up, if I have to look at these four walls for another day I will go mad, plus you have been able to go to the hospital, I haven't.'

'Ok, I'll go make coffee, you want something to eat?'

'I'll have the left over grilled cheese,'

'Eh…no I don't think so, you want pancakes?'

'You never make pancakes,'

'Well, I think you deserve pancakes, they'll be ready shortly,'

'Love you,'

'You too Mere,' Derek climbed out of bed and threw a pair of sweat pants on. Staggering down the stairs he turned the radio on. It felt good to have the house to themselves. It was one of the perks of working at a hospital. Meredith climbed out the bed and headed for her closet. Pulling a pair of jeans out she looked at them and then her stomach.

'We'll go with the loose trousers. She pulled out a pair of beige coloured trouser and a white t-shirt. Blouses weren't an option; the scars could be seen through them.

'Big pants or small one?'

'Definitely small ones, the black ones are especially nice,'

'I think not. I think small and white,' Meredith pulled the underwear out at carried them into the bathroom, taking a mug of coffee out of Derek's hand at the same time.

'Thank you,' Derek pulled clothes out a bag and started changing into his clothes. He listened to see if her could hear Meredith but there was no sound coming from the bathroom.

'Mere, you ok?' There was no response.

'Meredith, you ok?' Derek walked over to the door and tried to open the door. It was locked.

'Meredith?' She still didn't respond. Derek was panicking. Putting his entire weight in his leg, he kicked the door down. Meredith was sitting in the shower base, unconscious, barely breathing.

'Meredith, can you hear me?' Derek tipped her head back and tried to look in her eyes. They we're both responsive. Derek picked Meredith up and threw a top over her small frame and pulled trousers over her legs. Derek carried her down into the car and broke nearly every road traffic law there was. Pulling into the hospital he carried her out the back of the car and ran inside the hospital. Burke was standing on the balcony, over looking the main lobby of the hospital. As he watched Derek run in franticly searching for somebody to help him. Burke ran down the stairs and pulled a gurney over to Derek.

'What the hell happened?'

'I don't know, she went to the shower and after five minutes she was like this. I don't know what wrong,'

'Get her up to trauma room 2 and shotgun her,' Three nurses started pushing the gurney in the direction of the elevators when they noticed Meredith was beginning to come round.

'Derek…' Meredith whispered but nobody heard her. She tried to be louder but nobody was listening to her, she felt so alone. As nurses prodded and poked her she could feel them taking blood and changing her into a hospital gown, but she had no energy to fight them or tell them she was awake. Derek paced frantically outside the room, after being told by Burke to stay away from her.

'Derek, she doesn't need you right now, what she needs is medical attention and until we find out what kind, you are family and need to stay outside,' Derek hated Burke for saying it but knew that he was right. Watching as the Nurses checked her over he spotted her eyes moving. Pushing the door open, he startled the nurses into stopping. Pushing past them he walked over and took hold of her hand.

'Derek…what happened?'

'Mere, is anything sore?'

'My head and my stomach. What happened?'

'You collapsed in the shower,' Meredith turned to face the ceiling and let her eyes close, still holding on tightly to Derek's hand. She wasn't sleeping and could feel the gurney moving. She guessed they were taking her for a CT or MRI but she still couldn't open her eyes. She was so tired.

'Meredith, if you need anything just say,' Burke's voice echoed through the MRI machine.

'Derek…'

'I'm here Mere, it's ok, just lie really still,'

'My head…'

'It's ok, just lie still,' Meredith was beginning to get agitated. Opening her eyes she realised where she was. She couldn't remember what had happened or anything about how she had got to the hospital.

'How did I get here?'

'I brought you in the car, we're nearly done,' Meredith closed her eyes and started counting.

'1, 2, 3, 4…' Meredith counted up to fifty two when she realised that Derek was holding her hand again and the gurney was moving. Opening her eyes she met Derek's.

'Hey, your back with us,'

'Thank you,'

'We're nearly there,'

'What's wrong with me?'

'I'm just going to look at your scans in a minute; I wanted to get you back to the room first. You frighten the living hell out of me Mere,' a small smile crept across her face. She squeezed his hand as he leaned in and kissed her head, leaving her in the room on her own. She wondered if Izzie and George knew she was here. She started remembering when they all had a water fight in the back garden, Izzie, Christina and herself against George, Alex and Derek. They all got soaking.

'No! NO! NO!' Derek ran after Meredith with a large bucket of water. George was attacking Izzie and Christina with the hose as Alex pinned them down to the ground. Meredith ran round the back of the garage hoping Derek hadn't spotted her. She leaned against the door and started laughing to herself. Her hair was all over her face. As she peeled it away from her eyes she got the fright of her life as the bucket came from no where and caught her on the side.

'I'm gonna kill you!' Derek started laughing his head off and ran in the direction of Alex and George, with Meredith in tow. His polo shirt was stuck to his chest, showing the muscles on the top of his arms, his hair swept back. His eyes were full of laughter and fun. Meredith ran past George and grabbed the hose off him, leaving him stunned. As Derek ran backwards, trying to convince Meredith to put the hose down, he fell over his own feet, allowing Meredith to get her own back. Rolling about the grass, Meredith aimed the hose directly at him. Izzie and Christina laughed as did Meredith, but what she wasn't expecting was to be picked up at the waist by Alex and thrown on the ground next to Derek. It was a day they would never forget.

'So Burke, what's her diagnosis?' Derek folded his arms and stared at Burke.