Reminder: I don't in any way, shape, or fourm own Grey's (pity isn't it) or any other song/song title used in this fic so...enjoy!
Okay so Chapter II, which is a little bit longer then Chapter I, but not by much! The chapter is entitled Another Wordfor Desperate by Straylight Run.
Somewhere a Clock is Ticking
II: Another Word for Desperate
And oh, the awkward ways,
That you recoil when I get close,
And oh, the awful grin,
That greets me when I know I'm wrong,
So down on hands and knees,
Choking, gasping, dripping spit,
I just can't make good on any of these promises,
He'd watched as they were ushered forth, mangled victims, the mortally damned; a fitful quantity of foolish Prom goers having called an early night, drowning themselves with liquor before naively jumping behind the wheel. He'd watched, one, two, three young lives splayed before him, stupidity and regret plaguing their screams, their shouts that friends, confidants and significant others were indeed okay.
As if the evening hadn't proved traumatic enough he mused bitterly, a profanity spilling from his lips, it had now, truly, ended in disaster.
He pressed forth, filtering between hurried nurses and scavenging interns, tucking his now disarrayed shirt up; giving way to the soiled gloves that sheathed his fingers. Oh the irony of it all, he was doctor, a certified physician, a man people trusted with their lives, and yet he was unable to save himself.
Then he asked me,
What does that mean?
What's another word for desperate?
Repetition makes an impression,
What's another word for desperate?
I won't be around here for to very long,
Breath bated, he found his gaze to falter, all concentration and bitter musings momentarily forgotten. "Meredith." He murmured insatiable want cradled in his voice. His withering intern, surgical gown sheathing the body he had so deftly bared mere hours ago, now attempting to save another's life.
He watched her toil with endless pursuit, selflessly attempting to save the withering girl that lie before her. Eyes narrowed in concentration, breath bated and exhalation forced.
"Grey." Came a staunch, illusive cry, Derek' gaze momentary faltering to discern a distressed Dr. Miranda Bailey, hurriedly clambering to Meredith's enamored side. "Grey! It's over she's gone, give up!" The petite resident alleged once more, casting Derek a pleading side long glance, silently urging him to deter his blatantly distressed object of infatuation.
"Mere." He murmured, tenderly asserting his hand to urge her from the comatose girl's bedside. "Meredith." He urged once more, garnering her desperate gaze, body involuntarily shouldering upon the realization that it was indeed him.
So tip the bottle back,
Bubble foam,
And watch it break,
We can all be sure,
Something awful's coming this way,
So take this medicine,
In measured doses,
Take your time,
Cause they'll tear into you!
They will, they will...
"Do something." She pleaded; eye's wide, silently beseeching him.
"Grey, she's to far gone; we've got to let her go!" Bailey interjected sympathetically, gaze fixed on her naively pleading intern floundering within Derek's chaste embrace.
"No, she's seventeen…" Meredith voiced, turning with mournful eyes to Derek, ineffectual fists pitifully wringing the sleeve of his shirt. "Seventeen Derek, she hasn't even gotten to live…to love." Her voice faltered, eye's raw with unshed emotions, knowing she'd allowed her impenetrable façade to wither beneath the conclusive weight of the evening. His fingers fell the length of her pristine face, '…to love' he mused, a mournful look reticent in his ethereal eyes, a silent 'I'm sorry' gracing his tongue.
And they'll tear into you,
They will, they will...
"Time of death 20:27." He murmured despondently, watching Meredith's frail physique struggle from his side, disheveled dress slipping to expose a shoulder, flushed and raw from the abrading stubble of his jaw.
Her body was quaking, writhing from his touch, momentarily repressed emotions of the evening's prior exertions surfacing without remorse.
"Meredith…" He wooed, following her longingly from the room, stripping gloves and surgical gowns alike. "Mere…" His voice was shallow, pleading for her assurance, her love, her idolatry and trust once more.
"Don't" She murmured, raw and despondent, turning to face him with emotionless, insipid eyes. "Just don't" She mewed, quaking without remorse, swollen mouth listlessly parted in desperation. "Goodnight Derek."
He stilled, breath bated, watching her recoil from his touch, body aching and soul weary.
I won't be around here for to very long!
I won't be around here for to very long!
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