Just a quick update! sorry it's been so long, my computer broke in July, and I've been busy moving and trying to get internet in my first apartment. As it is I'm typing this from the library comp. on campus:)

Derek walked Meredith slowly around the hospital, floor by floor. "Don't you have patients or something?" She asked, trying to ignore the way her heart fluttered in his presence.

"No, I have the rest of the day off." He paused for a second, and realized he hadn't told anyone what Megan had said of Grace's condition. "Megan said Grace's condition is permanent. I haven't told her yet... I don't know if I can, really."

Meredith just stared straight ahead, a tear slipping down her cheek. She had known, really, that the possibility of everything turning out just fine was something that happened only on television, only in Hollywood. Where life was scripted and people acted and everything was edited on computers by magicians who knew just what the audience wanted from them. But they were not some scripted dramatic actors, repeating lines written by geniuses who knew just what would make the viewers comforted. They were reality, and reality... well, it sucked. "Let's go tell her. George and Izzie should be there together by now. We'll tell them all at once, and then we'll break the news to Cristina..."

Sorry it's so short, I'll fix it later.