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"Where's Stevens?" Bailey asked her remaining 3 interns as they followed behind her, on their way to do rounds.
"Meredith's a very clean person. But this, is just—" George left his sentence hanging in air.
"Stupid." Cristina finished for him.
Bailey was giving them confused looks, "She sat in the shower last night for 3 hours! 3 hours! And, she wouldn't get out. She just…sat there." He let out a sarcastic chuckle.
"She almost drowned herself this morning. She was in the bathtub, and the water was past her mouth, still running. She's gone crazy."
"Yang!" Miranda shot her an evil glare.
"Right, sorry."
"She is—coping."
"It's just, it's been—"
"3 days. It's been 3 days since your best friend was raped. Do you have any idea how, how—" She left her sentence hanging though, not knowing how to finish it.
"Karev, go find Dr. Sheperd, O'Malley go with Burke, and Yang, you can go to the pit." Her tone was annoyed and she was pestered. She took a deep breath before walking away.
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"How's Dr. Grey?" Derek asked Alex Karev as he started an incision in his patient's brain.
"She isn't asking for you." Alex replied as he kept looking at the area where Dr. Sheperd was working. Derek sighed.
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When Bailey entered Meredith Grey's house, the mood changed. Things felt cold. Gloomy. The atmosphere was different. As if everyone who entered the home would be doomed with misfortune. She made her way upstairs after her other intern told her where she could find Meredith.
She sat in the bathtub. Her legs pulled to her chest, water all the way to her chin. She stared at the wall, and she hadn't blinked since Bailey entered the room. She noticed that Izzie stood right outside the bathroom door, and, without looking away from Meredith, she asked Izzie, "How long has she been in there?"
"Over 2 hours. She won't get out, I tried, it's just—"
"She feels dirty." Her voice was quiet, barely heard by Izzie or Meredith. Without another word Bailey was picking up a towel from the towel rack and holding it up for Meredith to exit the water. When Meredith didn't move, but instead kept staring at the wall, Bailey crouched down, "I know. I know you feel horrible and you would like to stay in this bathtub all day, but you can't. And you know you can't. So you need to get out."
Moments passed before Meredith spoke, "I can't. I don't—I don't know what to do." Sobs wracked her whole body. It was the first time she really cried.
It took 40 minutes to coax Meredith out of the bathtub and into clean clothes before lying down in her bed. Izzie brought up a cup of tea, something Meredith rarely drank, but she didn't object.
Before leaving the house, two hours after she arrived, Miranda Bailey whispered 4 words to Izzie Stevens, "Take care of her."
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Wow, reviews were awesome! I did not expect that many. So, thank you! I would have updated sooner, but I had 2 reasons:
1) I wrote this chapter, but it turned out I wanted to use it as chapter 3
2) My horribly annoying older brother and sister were here this weekend. They hate me being on this computer. And they were in this room all the time. I can't write in front of people.
So, yeah, enough excuses. I know, I know, it's short. But please, bear with me. It will get longer. It's not really gotten into the plot yet. This is all set-up. In my mind, this would be at the high point already, but then it would be over in 3 chapter! So, no, I'm writing this the hard way.
Anyways, enough ramble. Please review again. I love them. I really do. So please, just drop a line, "Loved it" or "Liked it" or "Hated it". It would make my day. I promise. Thanks for reading.
Julia