"Come on Shepherd," Bailey said, pushing Derek from the room. "We'll get someone else to do it. Webber won't make you do it. He obviously didn't know who it was when he asked. Let's go!" she said, pushing him silently and gently from the room and into the hall where he stopped altogether. The only sign that he was even awake was that he was blinking.

"That's not her Bailey. It's not. I can't be." It was clear that he was in denial.

"Come on, let's go get you some coffee," she said, pushing his back down the hall to the cafeteria. She sat him down in an empty chair and walked away, grabbing two cups to coffee and heading back to the table. She pushed a steaming cup towards him. He wrapped his hands around it but didn't bring it to his lips.

"Are you alright Derek?" she asked.

For the first time since seeing Meredith he actually seemed to have his full attention focused on something.

"No. How did this happen?"

"Apparently she was driving home and was broad-sided by an oncoming drunk driver. Severe damage to her ribs, internal bleeding and head trauma."

"No I know how it happened, Webber explained it to me. But how did it happen to her. I talked to her just before she left. She was fine. And then the next thing I know I'm being called back into the hospital and all the sudden she's in a bed, a patient."

"Derek I know this must be hard but you don't have to be her surgeon. We can bring someone else in. I have other interns doing all her blood work so that her friends don't have to. You don't have to either," Bailey said. Apparently there was more to her than the Nazi.

"No. I need to do it. I need to be the one who does it. I don't trust anyone else."

'But how do you think she would feel about that Shepherd? And your wife. You performing brain surgery on your ex-mistress? Kinda strange don't you think?"

"She's more than just my ex-mistress Bailey. I ... I was in love with her. Those feelings don't just go away when your wife shows up out of the blue," he replied smartly.

"Well we should have her blood work back in about twenty minutes. That'll determine exactly what our next step will be. She might not even need the surgery," she said optimistically.

Shepherd gave her a look that stated his skepticism. She just smiled. "Why don't you go spend some time with her. I'll go talk to Webber and inform him about what's going on. I'll give my interns things to do. You can have some alone time with her," Bailey said.

"I can't do that," Derek replied quietly. "I can't see her like that."

"When she wakes up Shepherd, and I say when, not if, she's gonna want someone there with her. She's gonna want a friendly face beside her to let her know that she's not alone."

"Me? A friendly face? I ruined her life. I broke her heart. I'm probably the reason she had an accident anyways. I tried talking to her just before she left and she basically told me to screw off."

"Shut that hole in your face and go and see her Shepherd. That's an order," Bailey said, back to her usual Nazi ways. And without so much as a backward glance, she walked away, hoping that Derek would take her advice.

Half and hour later Derek stood outside her empty room, debating on whether or not to go in. He had believed in what Bailey had told him but he also didn't know if he could bring himself to see her like that. After ten minutes of waiting, his better half won out and he walked in, pulling up the stool Izzie had been sitting on before and sat down, not daring to touch her for fear of the tears that were waiting behind his eyes. She looked so calm, so peaceful, so at ease, that Derek considered leaving. He didn't want to be the one to disturb her from her slumber, even though her waking up would have been the best thing for her condition. So instead he just sat there, watching as her chest rose and fell gently with each staggering breath she took, staring into her face which looked completely normal except for the fact that it was a little paler than usual and a deep cut running from the top of her ear to just past her temple which had been bandaged over. A light knock came to the door and Derek looked up. Bailey was waiting to be invited in, glad that he had decided to take her advice.

"Come on in," Derek said quietly.

She walked briskly over to the bed and sat down opposite Derek. That's when he noticed the piece of paper in her hand.

"Are those her blood results?" Shepherd asked, looking back from the paper and into Meredith's face.

"Ya," said Bailey.

"Well what do they say?"

"Dunno. Haven't opened them yet," Bailey said.

But what neither of them seemed to notice though they were both staring at her face, was that Meredith Grey was beginning to awake from her sleep but, hearing voices, had kept her eyes shut tight so she could listen in on what Bailey and Shepherd were saying.

"Well what are you waiting for? Open them!" Shepherd said, raising his voice slightly but lowering it once again.

Bailey gave him a look that told him never to tell her what to do again and he gave her a guilty smile. She stared him hard in the face before looking down to the envelope in her hands and slitting it open, pulling out another piece of paper from within. Meredith waited expectantly for the results, careful not to get caught awake.

It was silent while Bailey read over the results before sharing them. She shook her head and clucked her tongue.

"Well..." Derek said, leaning slightly over Meredith's legs.

Bailey put the paper down in her lap and looked up at Derek who was waiting with bated breath.

"What do the results say?" he asked.

Bailey waited another second, heightening the tension. "Well there was nothing out of the ordinary. She was dead sober, no drugs, no nothing."

"And this is helpful how...?" Derek persisted.

"There doesn't seem to be any bleeding other than the one we know about in her abdomen. Her brain scan isn't back yet."

"Ok..." he said, still pressing. "Is that it?"

Bailey looked down at Meredith's sheets, clearly hiding something.

"Bailey you better start talking," Derek said, trying to sound threatening but ending up sounding like a plead.

In the bed, Meredith held her breath. She had been waiting for this. And as Bailey started talking, she slightly cringed.

"She has elevated levels of estrogen in her blood," she said, giving Derek a minute to mull over exactly what it was she was telling him. "She was..."

But Derek interrupted her. "Pregnant."