So this one didn't end up as long as I thought, sorry!
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"Oh Meredith," Derek whispered so lightly, barely audible, as he entered the room. He walked quietly to her bedside, placing one of his hands under hers. She had been cleaned up a little bit better now. She had no more glass or asphault on her, and more blood was cleaned off of her face. It killed Derek inside to see her like that. To add onto his suffering, he had just been in a fight with her; he regretted every look, every bad word he said to Meredith that night - and overall, ever. He thought about the time that they used to have, before Addison, and he wished he could have it all back. He wiped his nose and eyes quickly with his coat, leaving his eyes closed, looking at the ceiling, continuing to reminice on what they had together.
The worst part was Derek wasn't even sure that she was ok -- he had just told that to the interns to keep them quiet. For all he knew, she could die any second. "Mer, just please," Derek began, whispering still, "Just please wake up soon." He kissed her hand before setting it down and turning to leave.
"Derek?" He heard a small, frail voice come from behind him. Derek whirled around and rushed back to her side, tears in his eyes.
"Mer, oh Mer, your ok."
She nodded, ever so slightly, as she took his hand in hers. Her grip was weak still, she was tired, but Derek still held onto her hand tightly. "Why are we doing this?" She asked him in a calm whisper.
"Doing? Doing what Meredith?" He asked with a sweet smile on his face.
"This. This right here Der."
Derek tilted his head and confusion, continuing to listen.
"We're just hurting ourselves, Derek. Killing ourselves from the inside out." She replied sadly, "You with Addison, me wanting you, you flirting back. It's just leading into disaster after disaster."
Derek nodded slowly, not necessarily agreeing with her, but just to know that she knew he was listening.
"Derek," Meredith began again, this time with tears in her eyes, "I don't want to do this anymore. I don't want to feel this way. It hurts. Really bad. Lets just restart."
"-Start?" Derek replied; the re- being cut off by his scratchy voice, trying to prevent himself from crying. He was on the verge of tears, just listening to what she said. He knew what this meant.
"Yes, Restart," Meredith said, ever so soflty, "Then it won't hurt anymore."
A tear slid down Derek's cheek onto Meredith's hand.
"Can we do that Derek?" Her voice scratchy, on the verge of tears as well.
"Yes," Came his reply, soft, yet scratchy.
"And just pretend, just pretend like this all never happened?"
"Yes."
"Will you do that for me?"
"Yes."
"Ok," Came the softest reply yet, the words 'Thank you, Derek' were then more lipped than said.
Derek slowly leaned down to Meredith's forehead and whispered, "Goodbye Meredith." As he kissed it softly, still holding tightly onto her hand.
"Goodbye Derek."