Title: Sick Day
Author: MissMouseMD
Rating: K+
Disclaimer: Don't own it.
A/N: Be warned! This chapter contains cuteness! PLEASE REVIEW, this is the last real chapter. I will be writing an epilogue, though.
Home
Meredith's POV
They're letting her out today.
She was in the hospital for three days.
It feels like three years.
So much has happened.
She's packing her stuff.
Izzie and Cristina walk in.
Cristina is pushing a wheelchair.
She wrinkles her nose.
"Do I have to go in that?"
Cristina shrugs.
"Hospital policy."
She would groan and grumble, but she's just thankful to be leaving.
She almost cries with relief when she gets into her house.
Izzie carries her stuff in.
She climbs up the stairs, slowly.
Her legs are still weak.
She collapses onto her bed.
She keeps telling herself she'll get up in a minute, but she's fast asleep after five.
When she wakes up, it's dark outside.
Somebody's shaking her shoulder.
It's Izzie.
"Meredith, scoot over."
She groans, but obliges.
"Mere, why did you lie to me?"
She's wide awake now.
"Lie? What lie?"
Izzie sighs.
"About the drinking. When you were first sick, you told me you hadn't been drinking. You had been."
Meredith's silent for a moment.
"I didn't want you to be disappointed in me. I was embarrassed."
Izzie looks at her in disbelief.
"Why would you think I would be disappointed in you?"
"Because I said I was celibate."
Then, softer,
"Because I was disappointed in myself."
Izzie scoots closer.
"Meredith, you have got to stop with all this self-loathing. Sure, you made a bad choice, but for every bad choice you've made, you've made a hundred good ones. And I am not disappointed in you, okay?"
She nods.
Izzie pats her shoulder, and then rolls out of the bed.
"Good night, Mere."
"Night, Izzie."
When she wakes up, the house smells good.
Like pancakes.
She knows that Izzie's no good at making pancakes.
Puzzled, she drags herself out of bed and walks downstairs.
She hasn't changed since the day before.
Her hair's a wreck.
She hasn't eaten real food in four days.
Her eyes are still crusted with sleep.
She walks into the kitchen.
And screeches to a halt.
Derek is in her kitchen.
Making pancakes, as thought it's the most normal thing in the world.
"The way to a woman's heart is through her stomach."
He turns around.
Smiles.
"Oh, you're up. I was going to surprise you with breakfast in bed, but this works, too."
She sits down at the table.
He brings her a plate.
He's sitting across from her.
"I feel weird."
He raises an eyebrow.
"Weird? How?"
"I don't know. I feel like everything's changed, you know? Maybe I'm just crazy."
He smiles, a little smile.
"You're not crazy. Things have changed. In a good way."
She nods.
"Yeah. In a good way."
She's practically devouring the pancakes whole.
"Enjoying those, are we?"
She glares at him.
"I haven't eaten real food in close to four days."
He raises his hands, surrendering.
She grins.
She's finished eating.
She walks over to the sink, and starts cleaning her dishes.
He's standing beside her, holding a dish towel.
"I'll dry."
She looks at him for a second.
Drops the plate into the sink.
Leans forward, and presses her lips on his.
He takes a step backward, startled.
His arms wrap around her, keeping her close.
The dishes lay forgotten.
A/N: I warned you! Anyway, review, please! And I'll write you a nice, fluffy epilogue, lol.
