It had been three days since the last time she ventured out of her room and to work. She and Christina stayed up in Meredith's room eating their way through all the comfort food in the house. Living with Izzie had proven useful. They sat in bed talking about boys and their stupid boy penises. Now, the two were walking towards the front entrance of Seattle Grace. They stood tall trying to put a strong face. If people knew they were weak, they could walk all over them.

"Hey guys." Izzie said as they walked into the locker room. They both nodded in her direction grunting in response. "Are you two going to be okay?" They nodded again.

"Hey." George said walking over from the changing area. Izzie glanced at Christina and Meredith. She sighed and looked up at George shaking her head gently. The two stayed silent as they shut their lockers.

"We'll see you guys later." Meredith said quietly as the two walked out. "I'll see you later, Christina."

"Yeah." Christina said before Meredith walked the opposite way.

She got on the elevator and went off into her own little world unaware of anything happening in the world around her. Her thoughts were interrupted when the door dinged and opened two floors early. Her eyes bolted to the door as they slid open to see Mark standing there. He hadn't seemed to have gotten any better over the last three days either. They both nodded at each other not saying anything as the doors shut behind him.

"I haven't seen you around." He said looking at the ground.

"Christina and I took a few days off to regroup." She said not looking at him either. There were a few moments of silence. "Doing any better?"

"I don't know why, but I still want to have hope."

"I know what you mean." She sighed. The doors slowly slid open, and she finally looked over at him. "I'll see you later, Mark."

"Yeah," He nodded forcing a small smile as she walked off.

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"Why are we just standing here?" She yelled as she walked into the locker room to see that her interns were just standing around talking.

"We…" Harrison started, but she shook her head putting up a finger.

"Does it look like I want an explanation?" She turned to walk out. They all looked at each other. Meredith opened the door with a less than happy expression on. "When I move, you move. I told you this."

The interns nodded gathering their things and scurrying after her.

"I was gone three days. Three days and you sent Dr. Kerev complaining to me about how whiny you are or how you're too good to be on rectal exams." She turned abruptly. "Get this now. I don't care who you think you are. I don't care what school you went to school. I really don't. Cause when you're here. You're nobodies. You run labs. You work every night and day and never complain. If you think you're too good for this, you're not in the right field." She sighed and started walking again. "Grey you're in the pit. Rogers you're there too. Moore you're with me. We have a patient to see so hurry up."

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Meredith headed over to Joe's after her shift ended to find Mark already hunched over the bar as he had the night before. She headed over without a second thought and sat beside him.

"Hey." He said knowing who had sat beside him.

"Hey." She responded flagging Joe over. Soon, she had three shots of tequila lined up. She drowned the first one before talking again. "Did you see her today?"

He took a second before nodding looking over at her. "You see him?"

She nodded as she did before drowning another shot. "He was going to get on the elevator, but avoided me."

He sighed. "About what Addison did."

Silence fell over them while they finished their drinks before ordering another round. Another three shots lined up in front of Meredith, while Mark had a scotch not far away from his hand. It was a comfortable silence. No words really were needed to describe the situation as the other was living the same. After Meredith drowned her sixth shot, she looked over at Mark. She was getting to be drunk and lose control of what she said.

"Joe, three more." She said looking back at Joe.

"Are you sure?" He winced slightly.

"What is there to lose? McDreamy is gone. My mother is dead. My fake-mommy is dead. Burke walked away from Christina. Get me three more." She slightly slurred before looking back at Mark. "Shepherds screw things up."

Mark nodded to show he agreed with her as he sipped his drink.

Soon he finished his second drink and Meredith finished her third round.

"Joe…" She slurred.

"I'm cutting you off, Meredith." He said.

"I was going to ask for a cab, Joey." She giggled. "I called you Joey."

"I'll call you a cab. One for you too, Doc?"

Mark nodded watching at Meredith swayed from side to side in her seat.