This is the last chapter of this fic. Thanks for reading!

It was excruciating and took almost three hours, but Meredith had finished retrieving blood from every patient Miranda had assigned. Meredith walked toward the locker room, feeling tired, yet slightly better now that her mind had peace from nagging elderly people and crying children. As Meredith was about to push open the locker room door, a voice called out to her.

"Dr. Grey."

Meredith closed her eyes, taking a breath. She opened her eyes and turned around. Miranda was walking down the hall. She stopped in front of Meredith.

"You finished the work?" Miranda asked.

"Yes." Meredith gave a nod.

"Good." Miranda approved, "I expect to see you tomorrow morning on time."

"Yes, Dr. Bailey." Meredith agreed.

"Goodnight, Dr. Grey." Miranda turned around and headed off down the hallway.

Meredith sighed with relief, glad Miranda wasn't assigning her any last minute projects. Meredith entered the locker room and was annoyed to find it full of other interns, none of which were her any of her friends. Meredith pushed her way through, grabbed her jacket out of her locker, and left quickly.

Meredith was pleasantly surprised when she reached home and realized that she had not run into any problems. As soon as she had that thought, however, she was suddenly put on alert, fearing something bad was right around the corner.

Hurrying, Meredith made her way up the stairs and into her house. She shut the door behind her and took off her jacket, placing it on the coat rack next to the front door. She decided to take a shower, hoping it would be the final act to washing away the bad day.

Meredith made her way upstairs, noting that Izzie and George were not yet home from the hospital. She walked to her bedroom and closed the door behind her. She tossed her keys on the dresser and took her clothes off as she crossed the room to her bathroom. She picked up her bathroom off the hook on the back of the bathroom door and slipped it on.

Cracking her neck, Meredith made her way back out into the hallway and down to the bathroom. She locked the door once it was closed and turned on the water. She pulled off the robe and set it on the toilet seat. She felt the water and pulled back, noting how cold it was.

Meredith turned the hot on all the way and then reached under the sink for a towel. When she straightened up, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Her hair was tasseled and her make up had smeared sometime during the day. Meredith was so glad she was going to take a shower.

Meredith set the towel down on the toilet seat and walked into the shower. She shrieked as freezing cold water hit her body. Meredith jumped out of the shower, grabbing her towel and wrapping it around herself. She reached into the shower and turned the cold all the way off, while making sure the hot was all the way on.

After a few minutes, Meredith tested the water and it was still freezing. With an annoyed sigh, Meredith put her robe back on and left the bathroom. As she was making her way down the hallway towards her room, the phone started ringing. Meredith picked up the receiver in her bedroom.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Mer." Izzie's voice came through the phone.

"Hey." Meredith replied, throwing on a pair of Derek's boxers and a tee shirt with a monster truck on it, which Meredith was uncertain as to its origin.

"I just wanted to let you know the hot water's down." Izzie said, "There was something on the news about busted water pipes or something. They said it should be fixed by early morning. And George and I went to Joe's so if you want to join us, feel free."

"Thanks, Izzie, but I'll probably stay in." Meredith sat down on her bed.

"Okay, well, see you later." Izzie hung up before Meredith had a chance to reply.

Meredith figured that Izzie was probably busy playing darts with George and simply called to give her a heads up. Meredith threw the cordless phone on the bed and then fell back, closing her eyes as she laid on her bed. A low grumbling caused Meredith to open her eyes. She was hungry.

Meredith forced herself out of her bed and towards the kitchen. As Meredith made her way to the refrigerator, she stubbed her toe on a kitchen chair and cursed loudly. She hobbled to the fridge.

Scanning the items, Meredith settled on heating up leftover stir fry that had been delivered the previous night. She dumped the contents of the carton into a pan and turned the stove on. The telephone rang again. Meredith glanced at the food on the stove and hurried over to the phone.

"Hello?"

"Mer... Mer..." George was obviously tipsy.

Meredith smirked in spite of herself, "Hello, George."

"Hi." George responded, "Listen, we have a bet. We need your help."

"Okay." Meredith nodded.

"This is for a drink and twenty dollars." George tried to sound serious, but couldn't pass it off, "So, I think that the guy in 'The Sixth Sense' was just a doctor and Izzie says he was actually dead. Who's right?"

"First of all, I think the guy was some sort of psychiatrist and second, Izzie's right." Meredith still had a smile on her face, "Sorry, George."

"Damn." George cursed and then laughed, "Okay, later, Meredith."

"Bye." Meredith replied and hung up the phone.

Meredith turned back towards the stove and her mouth dropped open as she saw that the food was smoking. Letting out a cry, Meredith hurried to the stove and turned off the burner, fanning the smoke before it could set off the fire alarm. Meredith decided on a peanut butter and jelly sandwich instead of the burned stir fry.

Once the sandwich was made, Meredith made her way into the living room and placed herself in front of the television. She checked the tv guide channel and was pleased to see one of her favorite shows was on and being an intern, she never had too much time to watch tv, so when she was able to catch a show she actually liked, it was a treat. She flipped the tv to the correct station and deflated when she realized it was an episode she had seen three times.

It was just Meredith's luck that whenever she was able to watch this show, it was always the same episode on. Meredith sighed and turned the tv back to the tv guide channel. After watching the scroll four times, she discovered 'The Sixth Sense' was on in a half hour. Meredith laughed to herself and flipped the tv to that station, deciding she would wait for it to come on, wanting to see it again after just discussing it with George.

Finishing off her sandwich, Meredith settled down onto the couch, sprawling herself across it. Her eyelids began to grow heavy as she stared at the television. Within a few minutes, Meredith accidentally fell asleep.

The sound of a gunshot caused Meredith to jump and she woke up out of sound sleep. Disoriented, she looked around and her eyes settled on the television, noting the scene was at the end of the movie she had wanted to watch. Her mouth fell open and she threw her head back onto the couch, annoyed at the fact that she had been asleep through almost the entire movie.

Flicking the television off angrily, Meredith stood from the couch and walked back upstairs, deciding to call it an early night. She noted George and Izzie still weren't home by the lack of the jackets by the door. Meredith turned the lock on the front door before heading upstairs.

Meredith entered her bedroom and froze when she saw Derek sitting on her bed.

"What are you doing here?" Meredith asked, knowing that she didn't look her best.

"I wanted to see you." Derek smiled, "You were asleep and I didn't want to wake you, so I thought I'd wait."

Meredith walked over to the bed and sat down next to Derek. Derek kissed her on the forehead and then on the mouth. Meredith laid down on the bed and Derek flopped down next to her. Meredith crawled in next to Derek, snuggling into his arms, just wanting to be held.

"I heard you had quite the bad day." Derek said into Meredith's hair.

"Despite everything... it has suddenly gotten much better." Meredith replied, leaning in closer to Derek and falling back to sleep.