It was one of those days. Days, where she doubted she'll live those 3 months. Right now, it most certainly did not feel this way. She felt so miserable, she wasn't herself anymore. None of this is Meredith Grey.

She heard a doorbell ringing. She didn't want to get up, but the ringing continued .She groaned and slowly got up, feeling dizzy. Luckily, she was laying downstairs, so it took her seconds to come to the door. She looked through the glass door. No freaking way. He was standing there, on her porch,and for a moment she was just examining a man. He looked tired and sleep deprived. It was definitely not the bright and shiny Derek she knew and loved. Finally, she had the courage to open a door.

"I found a way to resect your tumor"

Her heart was beating rapidly as she thought about what she had just heard. She was sure it wasn't hallucination, but what if it is? And then she felt sick. Very sick.

Meredith ran away to the kitchen, not saying anything, and Derek quickly followed her there. She was vomiting, it was bad, he held her hair and rubbed her back, wanting to make her better somehow.

"Hey, I'm so sorry, I definitely should've called."

"It's not you, it's just one of those days. I should be the one who is sorry" she didn't even sound like herself anymore, the tumor was taking her away day by day.

"You need to lie down and drink something, c'mon, let me help you" he raised her and carried to the couch, his heart sank of how light she was, she obviously kept losing weight. It was not good.

"So, what do you want to do with my annoying tumor?" she asked, laying on the couch

"I have a plan, but keep in mind, it's never been done before and the surgery is risky. Very risky"

"Tell me."

"So, we'll make history"

"Oh, yes"

They have spent the last hour talking about a surgery, Derek explained every step of the way.

"I'm in. Do a surgery"

"That easy?"

"I don't have much to lose, plus surgery or no surgery, I don't have a lot of time"

"How bad is it today?" he asked, concerned

"Bad. Last night I had a good appetite for the first time in a week, but then I had a terrible migraine and the pill didn't work, so I couldn't sleep and then non stop vomiting started, not fun, you know"

"You need stronger painkillers"

"I honestly doubt if it will work" he looked at her with a weird look on his face.

"I think you'll be more comfortable upstairs, don't you?" he suggested, because he could only imagine how much her back hurt from this couch.

"Erm..." she looked embarrassed. "It's kinda messy in my room, that's why I am here.."

"What happened there?"

"Oh, just...nothing" he looked at her with an asking look. "Okay, the vomit is all over my bed and i was supposed to clean that, so I went downstairs and I just physically could not get back there, and it's very embarrassing and I shouldn't even tell you this and... "

He smiled soft at her "Meredith, stop, you're rambling. Don't worry about bed, I'll change bedclothes and help you get there...and Mer, don't try to protest" she looked at him and just smiled. That was a man she fell in love with, the man she would give away her soul, but life is not about what you want. She'll never get a chance to be with him again, to talk to him all night, to lay in his arms, to simply know that he'll be there for her. And now she is dying and he is with Addison, life is a joke, a cruel one.

Derek pulled her out of her thoughts, he said that everything is done, picked her up and carried to the bedroom, she closed her eyes and laid her head on his chest, breathing him in and trying to take in every small detail of him, how he smelled, breathed, the way his heart beat.

Her room was clean and smelled fine, she thanked him and relaxed on her bed.

"You won't be alone? Is Cristina coming to take care of you?"

"No, she is on call tonight"

"Someone needs to stay with you today"

"No, it's okay" she wanted him to stay, she actually felt better with him at her house, being there, talking with her. "Maybe you could stay?If it's okay, i mean if..erm..if Addison is okay with that" she looked shy and blushed

"Meredith, I am a divorced man. My marriage is officially over."

They spent the day together, talking about everything and nothing, it felt so good and right. He tried to take away her pain, even a bit. But they both knew that he couldn't, no matter how much he wanted to. She drank a tea he made for her and threw up again, but eventually vomiting stopped, and now she was laying in her bed, after he had changed her clothes. He sat beside her and rubbed her back in small circles. He couldn't stop looking at her, and neither could she.

Finally, she decided to break a silence.

"Could you please hold me?" she sounded more weak than before.

He didn't answer her, he just lied beside her and hugged her with his hands, Meredith put her head on his chest and dozed off. It was the first time in months she fell asleep so fast and easy, sleeping like a baby. Derek, he couldn't sleep, he tried to capture every single moment, every little detail of her and hoped that he could look at her for the rest of his life. He knew for sure that the next month will be hell, even if surgery will be successful, it is not going to be a bed of roses.