"This is a scenario that I've thought of many times. In this day and age, how did they not track Derek down. It is a pretty simple solution.
Miranda Bailey could tell that Meredith was not going to calm down after she received the call from the President's office. "You're a doctor, Meredith Grey. Don't you have some kind of fancy phone thing that tells you where your husband is?"
Meredith blinked at her, her thoughts clearing for a moment, as she fumbled for her phone. She quickly activated the life 360 ap. She frowned in confusion. "Derek is at Dillard Medical Center on the other side of Seattle."
Miranda took the phone from her colleague's hand for a moment. "then why don't you call Dillard."
Meredith took back her phone and googled the number and called. She held her breath as she waited. Finally someone answered, and Meredith rambled out "Have you seen my husband? Derek Shepherd? Dr. Derek Shepherd? He was supposed to be in Washington, D.C. talking to the President about the brain mapping initiative and he never showed up. He's attractive, dark hair, blue eyes…"
"The lady on the phone cut her off. "We do have a person in the E.R matching that description."
"Meredith's eyes widened, "Is he hurt?"
"I'm sorry ma'am, I can't give out that information until we have an I.D. can you give more information?"
Of course," she whispered. Fighting with someone across the phone wouldn't help if indeed Derek was in this God Forsaken, Podunk Emergency Room. What mattered was getting to Derek, and besides, it was much more effective to argue in person. "Bailey, I'm leaving. I think Derek is in the ER at some little hospital that I've never heard of."
As she was rushing from the building, she ran into Amelia. "Where's the fire?" Amelia snipped at her, but then did a double take and grabbed Meredith's arm. "Oh. My. God. Is something wrong with Derek?"
Meredith stuttered and tried to pull away, which only further cemented Amelia's suspicions. "Oh, no. You're not going anywhere without an explanation."
Meredith huffed, but was in too much of a hurry to argue with her sister in law. "Fine. I think he's a John Doe at some little hospital on the edge of the Wilderness. We don't have time to argue."
Amelia instead of protesting grabbed her arm again and was pulling Meredith towards the exit. "Give me your keys. Better safe than sorry. Maybe Maggie can pick up the kids after we know what is going on with Derek, if it is even Derek." She jogged ahead of Meredith and slid into the drivers seat. Meredith was too worried to even bother arguing with her. They plugged the address into the GPS, and Amelia drove like the hounds of hell were chasing her.
When they arrived at the medical center, Amelia dropped Meredith off at the emergency entrance, while she parked the car. When she found her way in, she quickly located Meredith arguing with the admitting nurse. Meredith flashed a few pictures on her phone, and the nurse led them to the ER doctor on call. Within moments, they were led to a cubicle where a torn body lay on the gurney. Meredith's hand slipped over her mouth. "D. De Der-ek. Oh God!" She took a step back, wavering on her feet. Amelia placed her hand on her sister in laws back, until Meredith grasped the railing in front of her. His eyes opened, the blue startling in the bruised face. Pain was etched in them, but he clearly recognized his family.
The momentary shock disappeared and the instinct born from years working in a level one trauma center kicked in. Amelia instantly began assessing Derek's neurological function, while Meredith began to asses the injuries on his abdomen. For a moment the sisters were working in unison. "He needs a CT. Now!" Amelia shuddered.
A serious looking red-headed doctor stepped into the cubicle. "I'm sorry, but what are you doing here?"
"This is my husband," Meredith spat out at the same time as Amelia responded with He's my brother."
"I'm Dr. Penny Blake. All right, but I need you to both leave the area while we stabilize him. He's got some serious injuries. We need to get him to surgery."
"No." Amelia insisted. "I'm not leaving him to be murder in some back woods clinic. He needs a CT. He's got a head lac." Derek's eyes focused momentarily on his baby sister. "He'd tell you the same thing if he would speak."
The three women were interrupted by an older doctor who began ordering them all around until he realized that two of the women did not belong. "You both need to leave while we take him up to surgery."
"No. You're taking him for a CT before you do anything." Meredith growled.
"And who do you think you are? Ordering me around in my own hospital." He bit back.
"I'm Meredith Grey. You might have heard of my mother, Dr. Ellis Grey or my husband Dr. Derek Shepherd. You're not going to kill my husband by skipped a step that could mean the difference between him getting to watch our children grow up and me losing him tonight!"
The man looked ready to argue, but then Amelia butted in. "I'm the head of Neurosurgery at Grey-Sloan Memorial. Get him a damned head CT before I sure your ass off and close the doors of "your" hospital. Show me where CT is, and I'll do it myself."
Again he began to bristle, "If you're family, you should know it isn't ethical to treat him. I must insist that you allow me to do my job."
"Then don't f***ing make me need to. A little ironic for a brain bleed to be what would make a brilliant brain surgeon, brain dead. I'm the best option he has right now, and you're wasting time arguing with me."
Meredith was already preparing to move Derek's bed, while Amelia was fighting with the doctor. She looked down unto his eyes which stared up at her unblinking, "You're going to be all right, Derek. We've got you." She dropped a soft kiss on an unblemished spot on his face and squeezed his unbroken hand. He blinked at her, as though trying to relay a message. Meredith turned to the senior doctor. "Dr. I understand that you've been practicing for years longer than we have, but I will sign whatever the hell paper you want, just take him to get a CT right now. A CT doesn't have to take long, and it could mean all ther difference in the world to this man. My husband, the father of my children. A man who is literally changing the world. Derek Shepherd is not going to die today from incompetence because the EMTs brought him hear instead of Grey Sloan."
Meredith and Amelia began pushing him out of the cubicle, "Listen, I will run you over if I have to. Show me where your CT is, now!" And finally the doctor relented, leading the women to the CT room, with Dr. Blake tagging along behind. As soon as the scans began coming up on the screen, Amelia began demanding that they take Derek to an OR immediately. The senior doctor again protested due to their relationship to the patient, and Meredith had to pull Amelia back before she punched the other doctor. "If there is another Neurosurgeon that can be in the OR scrubbed before I can, then fine, I will back down, but until I see someone else ready to drain that brain bleed, I am going to operate. I watched my dad die in front of me, and it will not happen to my brother. Another generation of Shepherd kids aren't going to grow up without a father. Get the hell out of my way. You can call Grey-Sloan and check my credentials. Just do it now, so that I can save his life." As soon as Derek was loaded on the bed, he was whisked away to the OR. Amelia stopped Meredith from following, "I know you want to be in there, but I've got this. Call my mom. Call Bailey. Call Maggie. Get your kids here, and let my mom know she needs to come. I know it is what Derek wants. And I can't save his life if you are watching me."
Meredith nodded numbly. She knew that more than anything, Derek needed Amelia's skills. She founded her way back to the ER, her purse lying on the floor in the cubicle where Derek had been. She shuddered to think of how differently things could have been if she had just ignored that feeling. She had watched him almost die more times than she cared to remember.
She fished her phone out of her purse, noticing immediately the number of missed calls and text messages. First thing was to take care of Zola and Bailey, so she texted Maggie asking her to bring the kids to her, and letting her know if she couldn't then to ask Alex. With the adrenaline wearing off, she felt her legs growing rubbery as she melted to the floor, noticing the specks of blood on the floor, Derek's blood... She bowed her head and tried to focus on breathing, thinking of the moment during her intern year as Derek had helped her breathe when she was having a panic attack in a supply closet. This was all too much. Today was too much. Too many memories, memories of the very worst moments of her life. And today she was alone.
She pulled her phone and stared at it for a moment before flicking through her contacts list and calling Carolyn Shepherd. Carolyn answered after several rings, "Meredith, dear?"
"Carolyn? Mom?" And in that moment, Meredith who had been holding it all together, completely lost control. Her body began shaking and her voice quivered as she sobbed. "There's been an accident. Derek was in an accident. You need to come. Amy said you need to come."
"Did he make it?" Her mother-in-laws voice whispered through the phone line.
"Amelia is in surgery with him." Meredith squeezed her eyes shut, trying to gather herself. He has a head lac and is bleeding into his abdomen, and we are at some little out of the way hospital that I've never heard of. It would be so much if we were at Grey-Sloan... I just need you to come."
Carolyn Shepherd assured Meredith that she would be on her way as soon as she could book a flight. Asking Meredith to keep her updated when she could. Meredith agreed.
Not long after, a nurse came into the cubicle and helped Meredith gather her belongings that had been dropped so unceremoniously at the site of Derek, and led her to a small waiting area.
;"************How Life360 or find my iphone saved Derek's life./span/span/span/p