Title: Sick Day
Author: MissMouseMD
Rating: K+
Disclaimer: Don't own it.
A/N: Please, please review!
Bruises
Derek's POV
He hopes to God she gets better.
He doesn't think he could stand it if she didn't.
When Cristina and Izzie come in, he leaves. She's their friend, too, and they deserve some time with her.
He paces.
Wonders what's wrong with her.
A nurse walks up.
Meredith's fever is going down.
They still don't know what's wrong with her.
That terrifies him.
He doesn't want to lose her.
He can't.
He goes back to her room. Pushes open the door.
Izzie and Cristina smile weakly.
She's still asleep. They had to sedate her.
He pulls a chair up by her bed, and grabs her hand.
"What happened to you, Mere?"
His voice is so faint, they barely hear it.
Izzie is wringing her hands.
"It's my fault."
He and Cristina stare at her.
"Why do you say that?"
Izzie's eyes are filled with guilt.
"I left her at home. She was sick, and I just left her there. And then I came back, and she was so sick, and it was my fault."
"No, Izzie, it wasn't your fault. You thought she just had the flu. You couldn't have known it was going to end up like this."
Izzie nods, but she still looks upset.
Cristina stifles a yawn, and looks at her watch.
"You do realize we have rounds in 3 hours, right? We should probably try to get some sleep."
Izzie turns and looks at her.
"I'm not leaving her."
Cristina slides down in her chair, and rests her head against the wall. She closes her eyes.
"You don't have to."
Izzie struggles to stay awake, but soon her head's on Cristina's shoulder, and she's fast asleep.
He smiles at them.
And then turns back to face Meredith.
He notices something.
He leans forward, pulls at her hospital gown.
A large, blue-black bruise is forming on her shoulder.
She stirs.
He withdraws, not wanting to wake her.
She opens her eyes anyway.
"Where am I?"
"You're at the hospital, Mere. You were running a fever of 105.6."
"Oh."
She's too tired to fully comprehend this.
"Mere?"
"Hmmm?"
Her voice is sleepy.
"What happened to your shoulder?"
"My shoulder?"
He shows her the bruise.
She looks puzzled.
"I don't know. I don't remember hitting it."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah, I'm sure."
He looks worried now, and she sees it.
"Why? Is it something bad?"
She's beginning to panic, a little bit.
She still has a fever.
"No, you probably just ran into something. Shh, go back to sleep, all right?"
She nods, and rolls over, back to him.
Worried, he opens her hospital gown in the back.
He realizes that if anyone walks in right now, he'll have a lot of explaining to do.
But there's another bruise, on her back.
That's an odd place to get a bruise.
He swears to himself.
It's definitely not the flu.
A/N: I'll try to give her diagnosis as soon as I can. The problem is, I haven't quite decided yet, lol. In the meantime, PLEASE REVIEW!
