As always, thanks for all your comments.

I'm actually starting to really enjoy writing this story; I love studying these types of things. I'm always worried about messing medical things up. My mother may be a nurse, but I am nowhere near that in my English field. So if I mess something up, feel free to tell me, because even though it will make me feel stupid, it'll make me feel more stupid if I keep going on about it when it's wrong. Not that you all are doctors, but there's a chance many of you are better than me.

Well thank you for listening to my complaining (if you did) and here's the next chapter. I hope you enjoy it.

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When Meredith woke up the next morning Derek was not there. She was confused at first, but then she saw that note on her bed side table saying had to go in early. See you later. She smiled. Always running in to help people. It really did take a lot to be a surgeon.

Yet she was more startled when she heard whispering voices outside her door and opened it to find George, Izzie, Alex and Cristina all standing there in hushed conversation. They fell silent when the door opened.

"What are you doing?" Meredith asked exasperatedly.

"Nothing," Izzie said at once.

"We just wanted to talk to you," George said.

Meredith looked from him, to Izzie, to Alex, then finally at Cristina. She would not look back at her. Meredith knew that Cristina did not want to talk to her or be there at all.

"Talk to me about what?" Meredith asked her. Cristina ignored the question.

"We think that we may need- that you may need help," Izzie said quickly, then they braced themselves for the retaliation.

"What do you mean by help?" Meredith asked slowly.

"You know," George said awkwardly, "maybe you could…talk to someone."

"Now you're trying to send me to a shrink."

"No," George said at once.

"Look, you won't talk to us, so you have to talk to someone," Alex said. "It's not our fault you've been blowing us off."

"We only want to help you Mer," Izzie said consolingly.

"Yeah," Meredith said with a sarcastic laugh. She looked at Cristina again. "And you agree with this? You're letting them ship me off to a shrink?"

Cristina finally looked at her. "I didn't have anything to do with this. I told them just to leave you alone, that you could deal with it yourself."

"Yet here you are, right beside them."

Cristina did indeed feel like she had betrayed Meredith. But there was a part of her that did agree with the rest of them. The way she was dealing was just not healthy. As much as she didn't want to admit that, it was true.

"Listen, you've had a lot happen," Izzie said carefully, "and I know it's been hard for you to deal with. But you need to talk about this. About what happened to Derek."

Meredith looked at her. "Nothing happened to Derek."

They were silent for a moment. George looked sideways at the rest, then said, "We mean about the accident. The car accident."

"What car accident?" Meredith asked, frustrated. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

"The one Derek was in," Alex said.

"When was he in a car accident?" Meredith asked worriedly. "Was it when he left this morning?"

Izzie, who looked like she was about to cry said, "No, Mer. The one he was in last week. I called you, remember? I told you about it."

Meredith shook her head. "I have no idea what games you're playing with me, but you didn't call me. Derek was here last night, this morning even."

"No, he wasn't."

Meredith looked at them like they were crazy. They looked back at her with fearful expressions.

"He left me a note," Meredith said impatiently. "Look."

She went back in the room. The others looked at each other, scared. Meredith came out and shook a piece of paper in front of their faces.

"Look. He wrote that."

They looked at it, then back at her. All except Cristina, who could not see her friend this way.

"There's nothing written on the paper, Meredith," George said quietly.

"You're kidding me," Meredith said, and looked at the paper. "It's right-"

She turned the paper over. There was nothing written on it.

"Maybe-maybe I grabbed the wrong one-"

"Derek died," Izzie said tearfully. "You were at the funeral. You were at the hospital you saw him."

Meredith stared at her.

"No, that's not possible, I saw him last night!"

Izzie looked away as though she could not bear to look at her.

"He was in the kitchen," Meredith said, turning to Cristina instead. "When you came to talk to me the other day, remember?"

Cristina actually looked at her again. There was no sign of recognition on her face.

"You were the only one in the kitchen."

"No, he said he was leaving to let us talk. I said okay. You don't remember that? He walked right past you!"

"I thought you said okay to me," Cristina said, knowing that they were right to come here now. Meredith was not fine, and they should not just leave her alone.

Meredith was confused. She did not understand why they were saying these things. She had seen him, she had talked to him. He had been in bed next to her last night.

"There….There was an accident."

"An-?"

"Derek was in an accident."

"What do you mean?"

"I guess he was driving. I don't know exactly what happened, but he ended up hitting another car. Or the other way around."

"Okay, I'll come down now. What's his condition?"

"That's what I have to tell you. Do you want me wait until you get here?"

"No. Just tell me."

"Are you sure? Because-"

"Please, just tell me."

"Meredith?"

Meredith snapped out of the trance she had fallen in to. They were all staring at her.

"It couldn't have happened. I saw him."

"I know," George said sadly.

"I think we-we need to go," Izzie said, wishing she did not have to do this.

"No," Meredith said, backing away from them. "No. I won't do it."

"You need to talk to someone."

"No!" Meredith cried, and tried to run away, but Alex grabbed her before she could, telling her that she had to as she screamed that she wouldn't do it. Because it could not be true.