I Am sooooo sorry it has taken me this long to update. I have been having a lot of family issues recently, and I haven't had the time. This chapter isn't very long, and it might be a while before I am able to update again. I hope you all understand and are still interested in the story. I will do my best to keep posting. Thanks guys!
Ch.8
Derek ran down the halls of Seattle Grace faster than he ever has. His mind was on one thing only.
He took the stairs, not wanting to wait for the elevator and ran down 5 flights to the intensive care unit.
He looked around frantically. A blonde nurse walked up to him.
"Dr. Shepard?"
"I'm looking for Meredith Grey, she was brought down about an hour ago," he said gasping for air. He put his hands on his knees and tried to breath.
"Who?"
"Meredith Grey," he said slowly.
She glanced at her chart.
"I'm not seeing the name…let me go look…"
Derek's pager beeped.
He grabbed it.
"Damn it."
It was a 911, he was needed in the OR.
He glanced around.
The nurse walked back out.
"I'm sorry, I can't find her chart."
"She's here I know she is." He insisted. His pager went off again, another 911.
"I have to go," he said frantically. "When you find her, page me!" he took off for the stairs once more. He hated not knowing where she was. His thoughts were interrupted by a third page.
He made it to the OR a few minutes later, completely out of breathe.
"Where have you been?" Bailey asked angrily. "We've paged you three damn times!"
"What…what's wrong?" he put his hands on his knees, gasping for air.
"Car accident, one doa, another one, female, age 22, head trauma...she has massive swelling around her brain.
"Is she prepped for surgery?"
"We're just waiting on you."
Derek went to the sink to scrub in.
"I was looking for Meredith, she wasn't in her room."
Bailey stared at him.
He stared back.
"What?"
"You didn't hear? She asked.
His face sunk.
"What is it? The nurse told me she was rushed to ICU, but I went there and she wasn't there and I'm losing my mind!"
"ICU? Meredith wasn't rushed to ICU."
Derek sighed.
"Thank god." He grabbed a towel to dry his hands off with. "Then where is she?"
"ICU."
Derek looked at her.
"Ok…she wasn't rushed to ICU…but she's in ICU…I'm not following."
Bailey threw her towel on the floor
"SHE wasn't taken to ICU…I mean, she was, but not for her…"
"Dr. Bailey, I have NO idea what you're trying to say."
They went through the doors, the nurse's helping them with their scrubs.
"It's her mother."
"What's her mother?"
"Her mother was brought in and put in ICU. Meredith went down to be with her."
Derek stopped moving.
"Oh." Was all he could manage to say.
Bailey looked around at the doctors and nurses standing by.
"Now can we please get some operating done in this OR?"
"So what's her prognosis?"
Richard sighed.
"It's not good Meredith…you know how serious a stroke can be."
Meredith nodded.
"So, she's dying…is that what you're telling me?"
Richard felt sick to his stomach. The woman he loved, had loved most of his life, was on the brink of death…and he couldn't even show emotion.
"Just pray for her Meredith. She's tough, like you."
"Pray?" Meredith spat. "You want me to pray? No offense Richard, but God and I aren't exactly on speaking terms at the moment."
Richard blinked.
"Well maybe you should be."
He placed his hand on her shoulder.
"I know this is tough…and a lot is going on with you. With everything else, this seems unfair to be happening."
She blinked back tears.
"BUT, it is happening Meredith. You are sick. So is your mother. That is reality. Now you need to help her through this. You need to be strong enough for the both of you, or neither of you will make it."
Meredith leaned up and hugged him.
"You were always such a good friend to her." She said in his ear.
He smiled.
She pulled back.
"Thank you Dr. Webber."
He winked as he left the room. He watched from the hallway as Meredith walked over to her mother, grabbing her hand.
"Dr. Webber!"
He turned around to see Christina walking towards him.
"This is unbelievable. Could anything else go wrong for her right now?"
Richard shook his head.
"Let's just hope that this is the end of her bad luck."
Even as he said it, he shuddered, knowing he didn't believe it.
As a doctor he had come across a certain rule in life that always rings true.
Bad things happen in threes.
Meredith was sick. Her mother was sick.
Two down, one to go…