Meredith awakens in the darkened room, the light from outside and the monitors casting an eerie glow around her. It takes her a moment before she realizes why she has woken up. One, she really has to pee and two, she is starving.

She glances around the room and sees Derek sleeping uncomfortably in a chair next to the bed. She needs to get up to go to the bathroom. She had made them take out the catheter earlier. She really hated that thing.

She sighs as she throws the covers off of her body, trying to figure out how to disconnect herself from all of the machines without waking Derek up. She is also trying to figure out how she can get a double quarter-pounder, French fries, and a chocolate shake from McDonald's. A large chocolate shake.

A loud beeping rings throughout the room as one of the monitors protests her movement. Derek jerks awake, looking alarmed through bloodshot eyes.

"Whatsamatter?" he mumbles as he jumps to his feet and rushes towards her.

Meredith bites her bottom lip as she looks at him. "Sorry…I just…I have to pee…like your son is using my bladder as a trampoline have to pee…" she tells him as she squirms a little.

Derek looks at her for a moment before a chuckle bubbles out of his mouth. "Why didn't you just wake me? I would have helped you. You probably shouldn't be trying to walk by yourself anyways…" he asks her as he tilts his head to the side.

She shrugs. "I didn't want to wake you…you…well…you didn't look comfortable…but you were sleeping…and you could have been having good dreams or something…" she mumbles as she looks at the floor.

Derek chuckles as he reaches under her shirt. She jerks back. "What are you doing?"

Derek smirks at her. "Relax. I'm not trying to feel you up, I'm just unhooking you so we can get you to the bathroom."

"Oh," she says quietly as Derek once again reaches up under her sweater and unhooks her from the monitor.

The monitor sounds loudly, but he quickly reaches over and silences it. He then removes the blood pressure cuff and pulse ox before unhooking the IV from the stand. He holds the IV bag as he slowly helps her out of bed.

She grips his hand tightly as the medicine they have given her makes her feel dizzy as she stands up. Derek looks at her. "You okay?" he asks, concern evident in his tone.

She shakes her head. "Just a bit dizzy," she tells him as they slowly begin to make their way to the bathroom.

He walks her into the bathroom and hangs her IV bag on the hook next to the toilet. "You going to be okay?" he asks her as he watches her take a deep breath.

"Yeah…I…yeah…" she mumbles, not wanting to need his help with such a simple task.

He watches her closely, not believing her. "Okay…well…I'm going to be right outside…just yell when you are done and I will help you back to bed," he tells her before reluctantly leaving her alone in the bathroom.

Meredith watches him leave before she struggles to pull down her pajama pants. She sits down on the toilet and finally finds the relief of relieving her bladder. However, when it comes time to stand up, she finds it a difficult task. She grips the bar attached to the wall and attempts to raise herself, but she is weak from the stress of the past twenty-four hours as well as the medications they have given her. She sighs as she hangs her head, somewhat embarrassed.

"Derek?" she calls out, hating that she needs him.

"Yeah?" he asks as he cracks the door open.

"Promise that you won't look," she says in a stern voice as looks at her desperate face.

"What?" he asks with a chuckle.

"I need your help standing up, and I need for you to promise me that you won't look anywhere but my face," she tells him as her cheeks turn a deep shade of crimson.

He smiles at her as he walks into the bathroom, gazing into her eyes the entire time. Before she knows it he is standing directly in front of her.

"I'm going to put my arms under yours and lift you. You can pull up your pants and then I'll take you back to bed," he tells her as he squats down in front of her.

She bites down on her bottom lip while nodding at him. Derek reaches out and slowly lifts her to her feet. He can see the struggle on her face as she pulls her pants up, but doesn't say anything.

"Okay," she tells him, letting him know that she is ready to go back to bed.

"Mer?" he asks her as they slowly begin to make their way back to her bed, her IV bag in her hand that isn't gripping onto Derek.

"Yeah?" she responds.

"Will it be okay if I carry you? I think it might be easier…" he asks somewhat reluctantly, not wanting to offend her.

She giggles at his reluctance. "I was wondering when you were going to ask," she asks as she stops in her tracks.

"Is that a yes?" he asks with a chuckle.

"That is a hell yes," she responds as she drapes her arm over his shoulders.

Derek chuckles as he picks her up and carries her to her bed. He hooks her back to all of the monitors and begins to tuck her in under the covers.

He looks at her and notices that she is once again biting down on her bottom lip. "What is it?" he asks her as he tilts his head to the side and smiles his trademark smile.

Her stomach emits a loud grumbling noise, answering for her.

He chuckles loudly as she blushes. "Hungry?" he asks her.

She exhales as she looks at him. "Starved!" she responds emphatically.

He crosses his arms over his chest. "I could go down to the deli and get you a salad or something if you want."

She scowls at him. "I do not want salad. I need real food, not rabbit food."

He chuckles again as he leans towards her. "Well then, what would you like?" he asks with amusement in his voice.

"I would like a double quarter pounder with cheese, a large French fry, and a large extra-thick chocolate milk shake…and maybe some nachos with lots of jalapenos and cheese and black olives only," she tells him quickly all in one breath.

His mouth falls slightly open as he listens to her order. "Seriously?" he asks in disbelief.

She glares at him. "Seriously! I haven't eaten real food in like twenty-four hours and I am eating for two, or did you forget that? Yeah…you did this to me…you and your stupid boy penis. You!" she rants as her mood suddenly takes a swing.

Derek takes a step back from the bed as he is shocked at the sudden change. He tilts his head to the side and smiles at her as he looks at her pissed off appearance. "Will you repeat that so I can write it down?" he asks, excitement beginning to course through his veins as he realizes that he is going to help her fulfill her cravings. His excitement continues to grow as he thinks about all of the other cravings he has heard that pregnant women suffer and he hopes that she also turns to him to fulfill those.