Hell had taken over at Seattle Grace, so it seemed. Today, I almost lost my cool. Actually, I did. I took it out on poor Dr. O'Malley. He didn't deserve that. My temper erupted, exploded like the bomb. He's such a gentleman, caring and has wonderful bedside manners. Without George, I would not have been able to help Dr. Bailey deliver her baby. I felt as if I was falling apart. It took a toll on me with Derek in the operating room as he tried in vain to save Bailey's husband, which he did. The happiest time of her life should not also be the saddest time if she had lost her husband. Thank god for Derek. The thought of the explosive set to burst at any given moment with one slight move of a hand terrified me. Yes, sure, I wanted Meredith out of Derek's life, but, not in that way. They call me Satan, but, truly, I'm not and I'm not heartless, either. I do have a heart, you know, it's just that I hide it very well.
Dr. Webber and the rest of the staff were out in the hall when I heard his voice. "Where is she," he asked. I rushed out of the room and into his arms. God, it felt so good. Everything seemed so perfect with us right now and if something had happened to him, If I had lost him, I just don't know what I would have done. I thought I'd never feel his arms around me ever again. Adultery is one word which broke our marriage vows, but things seems to be headed on to the right track. I know he loves me even if he can't say it. I will love him...
Until death do us part.
