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Chapter 11

Dr. Bailey stood staring at the four interns sitting on the floor outside of OR3. She could feel her eyes beginning to water, but she shook her head and looked down. She could not…would not let herself cry. At least not in front of them. She watched from the gallery as the guys from the morgue wheeled the body bag out of the room. Bailey glanced down at Derek, who was standing in the corner, staring at the spot where she had been laying a few short hours ago.

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Derek stared, not moving, staring at the operating table. Everything was going according to plan. Everything worked out so perfectly. The procedure was going better than he could have ever hoped for…then it happened. 'How did it happen?' he asked himself. 'How could I let her just slip threw my fingers?' Why wasn't she still here with him? Where had she gone? He was kissing her and holding her not long ago…and now…now her would never see her again. Never talk to her again. Never touch her again. Never smell her sweet perfume, or whisper in her ear and tell her everything will be alright. 'I let her down…I…let her die…' he thought, as a tear slid down his cheek.

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Izzie sat in between George and Alex. She was staring at the opposite wall, feeling her eyes over flowing with tears. Her voice was caught in her throat. She wanted to make her feelings known, but couldn't. She felt herself shaking slightly. Why did this keep happening to her? Why was everyone dying? First Denny, now Meredith. 'Why?' she asked silently, looking up at the ceiling. Why were the people she loved being ripped so violently from her? She closed her eyes, breathing deeply, wanting everything to just go away.

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Alex saw Izzie out of the corner of his eye. He wanted to reach over and grab her hand. He wanted to hold her and tell her everything was okay…but he couldn't. He wasn't sure if it was because he was afraid of her reaction, or for his own selfish reasons. 'Why Meredith? What had she ever done to deserve this?' he just recently moved into his friend's house, and was steadily becoming better friends with her. But now that would never happen.

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George sat there. Unable to move. 'What just happened?' he asked himself. He knew what happen…somewhere in his mind he knew what had happened. But how...or when…he did not know. Time didn't matter anymore. Time. Meredith was supposed to have time. Time to laugh. Time to cry. But now there was no more time. Not for her anyway. She would never have time…not anymore.

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Cristina sat there feeling nothing. No not nothing…anger. She was mad. She was mad at herself…she hated herself. More than ever she wanted to kill herself for being so stupid. She just stood there. She watched from the gallery…she knew something had been punctured…knew something went wrong, yet she just stood there. She let it happen. She could have run down there and done something…anything. And now, because of her, her best friend was gone. Gone forever. She suddenly stood up and punched the wall. She felt nothing. No pain. Nothing. She punched it again, feeling her anger channeling threw her bleeding knuckles. Bailey hurried over to her as she punched the wall again. Cristina drew her hand back to punch it again, but was stopped by Dr. Bailey.

"Let…go….of me!" Cristina yelled.

"No. I will no let you do this to yourself. You will stop this nonsense right now!" Bailey said, finding her voice stronger than she thought possible.

Cristina looked over at her, extreme anger showing on her face.

"It's all my fault! I let her die!" she yelled.

Bailey shook her head. "No. No you didn't. You can't blame this on yourself." She paused. "Who are you really mad at Cristina? Me? You can yell at me, tell me that I should take better care of my interns." 'My children.' She thought to herself as she felt her eyes begin to water again.

Cristina glared at her for a moment before suddenly leaning on Bailey and crying.

"How could she leave me? How could she leave me here all alone?" she said in between sobs.

Bailey patted Cristina softly on the back. "Sshhh…its okay…it's going to be alright."

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Derek looked up at Cristina crying into Dr. Bailey's shoulder. He felt more tears forming in his eyes.

"Derek…" Addison said, stepping into the room. "Derek you have to…you have to get out. They…other people need to be in here now." She said.

Derek looked up at her, like he had no clue who she was. He stared at her for a moment before wiping his face off quickly and pushing past her to get out. He had to get out. He couldn't stay in there even if he was allowed. He hurried down the hall and ran into the on-call room. He sank down against the wall and put his head in his hands. He cried silently alone in the dark.

A few minutes later he heard the door open. He didn't bother looking up to see who it was…he didn't care.

"Derek…" Addison said, sitting down next to him. "I'm so…" she couldn't finish her sentence. Telling him she was sorry wouldn't help. Not one bit. She sighed and looked over at him.

"I let her down." Looking up, but still not looking at her. "I made a promise to her. I told her she would be fine. I promised her that she would be alright. I promised her…and I…I let her down." He said, his voice catching in his throat.

"Derek…you didn't know…you can't blame yourse-" Addison started.

Derek shook his head. "I not only let her down…I let her friends down. I w-wouldn't even let them say goodbye." He breathed deeply. "The last thing I said to her was… 'I will not let you say goodbye.' I should have let her say goodbye…should have…should…" he broke off, tears flowing steadily down his face.

Addison pulled him closer to her and let him cry on her shoulder. She felt a tear escape her eyes as she sat there, rocking him gently back and forth. She didn't know if he would ever get over this. No. she knew he would never get fully over this. None of them would. Meredith was a special person. She was pessimistic a lot of the time, but still somehow she managed to make everyone feel better about them selves. And now she was gone from the world. Gone forever.