Title: Sick Day
Author: MissMouseMD
Rating: K+
Disclaimer: Don't own it.
A/N: Warning! Angst alert! Thanks again to all my wonderful reviewers, and please continue!
Nightmares
Derek's POV
"I've been getting them for about a month now. I don't know why."
She speaks quietly. Timidly. As though she's afraid of his reaction.
"Meredith, why didn't you tell anyone? It could be something serious."
"I know that, I am a doctor too, you know. It's just bruises."
He looks at her, softly reprimanding her with his eyes.
He's so scared.
He knows that bruises can mean all sorts of things.
And none of them are good.
"Meredith, you should sleep, okay? I have to go do my job."
She nods, and tries to settle herself.
He spends the day in a haze.
His mind is trying to comprehend everything.
His wife wants to divorce him.
His-what is she, exactly? What is Meredith?
His ex-mistress? No, that sounds too harsh.
His ex-girlfriend? She's more than that to him.
His friend? Maybe.
They call themselves friends.
But really, he'd like them to be more.
Work is over.
He decides to go home for a few minutes.
Shower. Change.
When he walks into the trailer, something's different.
Something's missing.
It hits him.
Addison.
All of her things are gone.
Everything.
And there, sitting on the kitchen table, are the papers.
He looks through them.
She signed them all.
At the very end, there's a note.
Dear Derek,
I'm sorry it didn't work out. I've decided to move back to New York. I never really liked Seattle, anyway. I've sent my letter of resignation to the Chief. I hope you're happy.
Sincerely,
Addison.
A single tear drops onto the page.
No matter what happened between them, he really does care for her.
He's going to miss her.
He shakes his head, to clear his thoughts.
His shower is quick, and he doesn't linger.
The trailer feels empty. Cold.
He drives back up to the hospital.
Passes Izzie.
Pulls her aside.
"How is she?"
"Cristina, George, and I went to see her. She's sleeping. We decided to just let her be. She needs the rest."
He nods, but he goes to see her anyway.
It's late.
The hallways are quiet.
He hears something.
Screaming.
It's coming from her room.
He can't get there fast enough.
He pushes open the door.
She's screaming.
She looks terrified.
"Meredith?"
She doesn't answer him.
He realizes.
She's asleep. It's a nightmare.
He shakes her shoulders, trying to wake her up.
She struggles against him.
Tears are pouring down her cheeks.
And then, her eyes snap open.
She sees him.
"Derek?"
She still looks so scared. And horrified.
"Shh. I'm here."
He climbs up on the bed, and holds her to him, whispering.
"It's okay. I'm here."
Over and over again.
She's shaking.
He holds her tighter.
"Do you want to talk about it?"
She shakes her head vigorously.
He understands.
But then,
"The blood. It wasn't mine."
A/N: Okay, it might seem a little melodramatic, but fear not! I have it all planned out. Anyway, REVIEW and maybe I'll write faster...
