We Might As Well Be Strangers

by SurgeonGeneral97

This is the sequel to 'John Doe and Addison.' This takes place where their first story left off. Meredith and Derek are struggling in their relationship. Do you think that Meredith will open up to Derek? Will Derek understand? Will their relationship survive? Read and find out! Original owner is april.

22. Worried for His Friend

Chapter 22: Worried for His Friend

Aaron's Point-of-View

"Hey, can I sit?"

Aaron nodded his head as he looked up at the figure who decided to accompany him in the dim lit tunnel situated.

"You a doctor?" he asked, crunching the bag of chips in his hand that left remnants of chips at the bottom.

"Future cardio god." she responded proudly as she played with the wrist of her watch. "What are you doing here, you cannot be a doctor."

Aaron scoffed. "Well thanks."

"Your welcome."

Sighing, he looked at the woman seated next to him. "My best friend's hurt and there's nothing I can do about it."

"You sitting here is probably the reason why." she shot back.

"You don't understand." he groaned. "You have no fucking idea what happened."

"Oh I do. Best friend get's raped by boyfriend's best friend and boyfriend's best friend dies. Boyfriend tries and save best friend while you take care of you best friend but she sneaks off and find the best friend and boyfriend, except one of them is dead leading her to a meltdown where you cannot save your bestfriend and only boyfriend can save her and he can't save his best friend becasue he is potentially dead...until he lives again of course." she stated with a nod, her voice monotone as she practically recited all the information held.

"How do you know that?" he gasped in horror.

"The gossip goes around here fast. People are still talking about it and the new sighting of Shepherd nearly beating the crap out of the rapist."

"No shit." he mumbled as he covered his face with his hands. Everything was just to damn much. "I don't know what to do anymore." he confessed.

"About what?"

"Meredith. She has someone who looks after her now and where does that leave me, huh? What is my job?"

"To be her best friend." she replied. "Treat her like you would always treat her, because pity and all that shit is not going to make her feel better."

"I don't think I can." he mumbled.

"Then you're really not a good friend." she shot back, getting up from the gurney and walking off down the hall.

"Hey, what's your name?" he called out.

"It's Dr Yang to you." she replied, not turning back.