Addison watched in horror as derek leaned down to give Meredith a kiss. It had felt as though a bowling ball had been dropped into the bottom of her stomach. Her body suddenly felt heavy, as her spirit, hope, and love shattered. Sure, it was just a kiss on the forehead. What made it so unbelievable unbearable was that it was Derek and Meredith. If it were anybody else, anyone else in the world other than Meredith Grey, Addison would have blown it off like it was nothing. But no, it was Meredith. The woman that her husband had fallen in love with. In love! Derek had actually told her to her face that he loved Meredith Grey.

She feared that something was about to start. Maybe not this second, hell, maybe not even in the next few months, or maybe even years. But sooner or later, sooner or later, it would all go back to Derek and Meredith. Addison held in all of her feelings, putting up a cold and defensive front; she clenched her fists, taking a deep breath and letting it out quietly, making sure that Derek and Meredith could not hear her. She decided it was best if she left, maybe met up with Derek when he came out of her room. She could confront him later if she likes, or bring it up in a losing arguement. Although it wouldn't do her much good because Derek had so much more leverage on her, she knew it would stop him dead in his tracks. In fact, whenever he thought about Meredith he would stop, acting as though the world and even time itself had stopped to allow his thoughts to consume him.

Addison quickly snapped out of her stupor, and quickly realized that Derek would soon be exiting the room. He had stood up, and smiled warmly at Meredith for a few seconds, before turning to leave. At this point, she abandoned her post at the door, swiftly running around the corner before Derek had even seen her. She leaned against the wall, sliding gently to the floor as she clasped her face in her hands.

Unfortunately for her, Dr. Mark Saloan had seen the whole thing. He was sitting at the desk across from Meredith's room, doing paperwork when he saw Derek enter Meredith's room. Knowing that he could easily bring the situation up to Addison, he payed close attention to his body language and hand movements. Shortly thereafter, he noticed Addison coming down the hall. Of course, the first thing tht ran through his head was to bring Derek's current location to her attention. As he stood up, Addison began to slow down, nearing Meredith's room. Mark, noticing her realization of where her husband was, stayed in his place. He watched as Addisons shoulder's dropped, her body even seemed to almost go limp at one point. He thought about comforting her, and confronting Derek, but Addison suddenly stood up straight again, taking a deep breath. Shortly after her breath, she turned and ran down the hall. He watched her run down the hall, until she dissapeared behind a corner. As he looked back at the room, he noticed that Derek hadn't even realized that Addison was there.

Exiting the room, Derek placed his hand on the doorframe, looking in at Meredith one last time. He sighed deeply, before heading down the hall, in the opposite direction of his wife. Mark took this time to rush quickly down the hall, looking for his beloved Addison. He came to a quick halt when he saw her sitting against the wall, her knees pulled to her chest, and her face in her hands.

"Oh, Addie," he whispered softly, although loud enough for her to hear. She looked at him innocently, tears in her eyes; Mark felt so sorry for her, she deserved better than what Derek could give her. Mark knew Derek was a good guy, caring and thoughtful, but he also "knew" that Derek's priorities were all wrong and out of place. He sat down against the wall next to Addison, pulling her into his arms, "It'll be ok Addie, don't worry. Everything will turn out right."

-------------------------- Later

Meredith woke back up, unknowing that it was a few days later. Her eyelids were still heavy, begging her to let them close, and rest for the rest of the day. She took a deep breath, glancing about her room. It had been decorated with gifts and embellishments of all types. Bright pink signs hung across rom her bed, 'Get well soon' written on them in an almost flourescent yellow. She was surrounded with teddy bears, chocolates, magazines, flowers, alcohol, get well baskets, as well as other stuffed and sweet goods. She suddenly didn't feel so sleepy as she sat up carefully to examine the wonderful allowance that her friends had bestowed upon her. Her head felt somewhat dizzy as she sat up, her body aching in everyway possible. Her sleeping all day hed made her body as stiff as hell. She sat up straight, twisting from side to side in attempt to relieve hher back pains. Meredith cracked as many joints as possible, trying to relieve every last ounce of stress that pounded on her small frame.

Picking up one of the many stuffed bears on the counter next to her, Meredith read the tag, Meredith, We're really worried about you! Oh! And George still won't but tampons! Well, anyways, please get better soon. -Izzie P.s. Try some of the muffins, they're good, I baked them chock-full of love! She smiled at Izzie's innocence, and wished that she could have what Izzie had- freedom. She wanted freedom from Derek, or at least with Derek, either way she could handle.

She continued looking through everything, curious as to who brought her what, but more importantly- who brought her anything at all. Although denying it in her head, she was deperately looking for a gift from Derek. She ran past Dr. Webber, Cristina, George, and even Alex Dr. Burke, and Bailey, but no Derek. Maybe the conversation that they had was just too much for him - she couldn't see why, afterall he did choose hid wife over her.

'He has no right to be mad,' Meredith thought, trying with all of her heart to convince herself of that statement, 'Does he?'

Taking another long deep breath, Meredith closed her eyes, looked up, and placed her head against the wall. There was just too many things going on - with her, with Derek, with everyone - but mostly Derek. No matter how hard she tried, the thought of him wouldn't leave. She wanted one of two thing desperately right no, either the power to get rid of her thoughts of Derek, or maybe simply the power to get rid of Addison. She found herself smiling slightly at the concept before quickly erasing it from her mind. She cleared her throat, lifting her head back off of the wall, melting back into reality. She couldn't help but laugh once more at her previous thought; it was just too wonderful.

"What's so funny, whore?" Cristina walked into the door, teasing Meredith; although she held a serious front, Meredith knew that she loved her, and was just messing with her brain. After smiling at her, Cristina finally gave in and smiled back, "Scoot over."

Meredith did as she was told, moving as Cristina almost shoved her over, and out of the bed. "Your pretty popular this week you know that?" She asked Meredith, almost sarcastically.

"I need support Cristina, and not just any old support, real support, you know, like real friends give?" Meredith complained, sitting up and sitting next to Cristina.

"Ok, what did McDreamy do this time? You didn't . . . you know do the nasty-nasty again or anything did you? Not in this bed at least, right?"

"Cristina!" Meredith collapsed backed down into the rough hospital sheets, "Thats not the support I need!" She turned over in the sheets, burying her head into the pillow, now mumbling to herself.

"Ok, I'll give you the support,"

"Really?"

"No."

"Oh."

"Ok, enough of the self pity trip Meredith! So you got in a crash, so you had a surgery, so you still want inside McDreamy's scrubs-"

"I do not! I Do not want inside Derek's scrubs."

"Ok, whatever," Cristina said, letting her win, "Liar." She squeased in quietly before Meredith shot her a death glance. She started back up quickly, "Thats not the point. Check out tonight, go to Joe's, get drunk, and do your innaproriate dude thing. Believe me, you need it."

Cristina took a bottle of alcohol off of the desk next to Meredith and opened it. She quickly drank it down; Meredith just looked at her, "I do not need it, I am fine!"

"Look, Meredith. Go. My advice for the year. Go. Get drunk, and do somethng stupid, ok? Anything! Just do it. And thank McDreamy for not cutting all of your hair off. Don't know how he pulled off that trick, but he did it."

Meredith hadn't noticed, let alont thought of the fact that her hair was supposed to be gone. Touching her head, she could feel the bandages. Her hands searched frantically, trying to prove Cristina right. She finally reached around the back of her head and beside her ears. He hadn't cut it off. She smiled to herself, remembering when he used to smell her hair whenever they were together; it had to have been the reason. Derek cared for her, she wasn;t sure exactly how-she didn't want to jusmp to conclusions, but he did nonetheless.

Cristina's beeper went off. She looked at it, and then back to Meredith, "Thats Burke, gotta go. She quickly climbed out of Meredith's bed, turning around before she exited the room, "Go. Get drunk. Have fun. Feel better. Thats all the support I've ever given, and I ever will give. You tell anyone I went soft on you, and you'll be back in here within the next two days." Meredith smiled at Cristina, thanking her in her head; as Cristina reached the doorframe, she turned around one last time, "Get better Mer. Soon." They both smiled at each other as she left her room.

Meredith let out one last sigh, cuddling up in her blankets, and thinking on Derek.