Title: Spiral

Author: MissMouseMD

Rating: T

Disclaimer: Not mine.

A/N: So sorry about the delay! Our internet was down and they wouldn't fix it properly. Stupid Comcast. Anyway, enjoy!


Home

Finn

He sees her and stops short.

She looks so lifeless.

Her eyes are closed.

A bandage encloses one arm.

His voice cracks when he speaks.

"How is she?"

The short lady doctor-Dr. Bailey, maybe-looks at him.

Her voice is calm.

Rational.

"She'll be fine. Probably exhausted. You can take her home, when she wakes up."

He nods.

Walks over.

Takes her hand.

And whispers, ever so softly, in her ear.

"C'mon, Meredith, honey. Wake up."

She stirs, a little bit, but doesn't wake.

He sighs.

Dr. Bailey leaves him alone.

He puts his head down, next to hers.

How the hell did this happen?

"Finn?"

Her voice is weak, and scratchy.

"Meredith. What happened?"

She shakes her head.

"Meredith, please tell me. What happened?"

But she continues to stare at nothing, and he sighs.

Not again.

George, Cristina, & Alex

They watch Finn lead her out.

She looks so broken.

Her eyes are lifeless.

Staring at nothing.

It's eerie.

They have to look away.

Meredith

It's not that she doesn't want to tell him.

She does.

But she knows if she tells him, he'll leave her.

Leave her all alone.

She's never liked being alone.

The very thought terrifies her.

She opens her mouth, to say something.

But her throat is dry.

And the words get caught on her tongue.

So she keeps silent.

They get in the car.

"Finn. I want to go home."

He looks at her.

"Are you sure? I was going to go to my place."

She shakes her head.

"No. I want to go home."

He nods.

Izzie

She feels so lazy now.

She should be finding a new job.

But it hasn't even been a month since Denny died.

And she can't seem to find the strength to leave the house.

She's gotten a lot better.

She doesn't run out of the room in tears when someone says his name.

She makes a conscious effort to get out of bed every day.

She doesn't wear her pajamas all the time anymore.

But still, she isn't the same person.

She hasn't been, not since Denny died.

The sound of the door opening startles her.

George and Meredith shouldn't be home yet.

Who could it be?

"Izzie?"

She sighs in relief.

It's Finn.

"I'm in the kitchen!"

When he enters the room, she's shocked.

Because he's not alone.

Meredith's leaning on him.

Her hand is in a bandage.

"There was an accident. She wanted to come home."

She nods.

"So, I'm just going to get her upstairs, and into bed, okay?"

She nods again.

She can't tear her eyes away from Meredith's face.

It looks exhausted, and terrified, and her eyes are full of pain.

She wonders how long they've looked like that.

She's been too preoccupied with her own pain to notice that of those around her.

Does that make her selfish?

The oven's beeping shakes her from her reverie.

She takes the cookies out of the oven.

And when she turns back around, Finn and Meredith have gone upstairs.

She sighs.

How the hell did this happen?


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