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Okay, forget I said that last part. Here's chapter five.
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Meredith sat by herself in the hallway, staring at the floor. They were back at the hospital, none of them yet working. She could hear whispered voices coming from the room behind her but couldn't tell what they were saying. She didn't want to know what they were saying. She could see Alex looking out at her every few seconds, or least it seemed like it. He was making sure that she didn't make a run for it. Right now she knew that it was better if she didn't. Right now it was better if she just played along with them.
Someone stepped out in front of her. She looked up and saw Derek standing there, smiling. She did not say anything at first; she simply stared up at him, unsure of what to do or say, or even think.
"What's wrong?" Derek asked her, noticing this.
"They're telling me that you aren't really here," she told him. "They told me that you died."
"Really," he said thoughtfully. "Well I don't know why they'd say that."
"Yeah, why would they?" she said. "Unless it's true."
"If it were true," he said, bending down so he was at her level, "could I do this?"
He touched her face with his hand. She looked at him, scared and confused.
"I don't think so," she said.
"Look," Alex said, inside the room, making the voices fall silent. Meredith did not notice this. Izzie, George, and Bailey looked out into the hallway to see Meredith looking up, speaking into thin air.
"But I don't understand," Meredith said. "I remembered something- or I thought I remembered something…a part of a conversation I had with Izzie. The night that you supposedly died. I didn't remember it before."
The door opened. Meredith looked around. They came out into the hall, looking apprehensive.
"Don't say anything," Meredith said, standing up. "I don't want to hear it."
They looked at Bailey for answers. Bailey noticed this, and after looking at them sighed.
"All right, Dr. Grey," she said. "I think we're going to…do some tests."
Meredith looked around. Derek wasn't there.
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She was walking through the crowd of people. They all looked so somber. She was making her way through farther and farther, looking for something, not knowing what it was.
Then she reached the end-or was it the beginning?-of the crowd and saw-
She opened her eyes with a start. She was lying in the hospital, feeling confused at first. The room was so plain that it was uncomfortable. She remembered why she was here. She was going crazy, or so they said. Because Derek died yet he was still alive. She didn't know what to believe. A part of her said that she should believe what the others were saying; it was the whole world against one. But a part of her said they were the wrong ones, they had to be, or he wouldn't be there, be able to touch her face. And that was also what she wanted to believe.
The door opened and George came in. she sat up quickly.
"Are you letting me out yet?"
"No, I'm sorry," he said sadly. He sat down next to her, though now she looked at him like she'd rather not have him there. "You'll be out of here, though, don't worry."
"Yeah, and when will that be?" she asked angrily.
"I don't know," he said truthfully. "And don't get mad at me, this isn't my fault."
"Yeah, right, you didn't make me come here," she said, more mean than she meant to be.
"I'm just trying to do what's best for you," he said. "We all are."
"I don't think you know what's best for me," she said sourly.
"I think you don't know what's best for you, not right now. You'd be doing the same thing if our roles were reversed, I know you would."
"Well you don't know me very well, because I would shove you in a psych ward for no good reason."
He just looked at her. She looked back stubbornly. He really wanted what was best for her, and she knew that. And she knew that she would do the same thing if their roles were reversed.
If he was really crazy.
"Look at this," he said, taking something out of his pocket. "I know I shouldn't do this, but I'm just trying to get you o see the truth."
She took the slip of paper he handed her. She looked at him suspiciously for a moment, then looked down at the news clipping. It was an obituary. She stared at it.
"We are trying to help you, Meredith," he said quietly. She looked back up at him. He looked back sadly. She shoved the paper back in his hands.
"Get out."
"Meredith I-"
"Just get out!" she screamed, startling him. He did not want to, but forced himself to anyway. Get cried just get out! again, and with that he gave up and left the room.
She fought back the tears of rage and fear that her threatening to come over her. Why were they trying so hard to do this to her? He could not have died. She could not be crazy. She just couldn't.
But she could, and she knew that.
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George joined Izzie as she sat by herself in the waiting room. She looked up at him as he approached.
"How is she?"
he sighed and sat down next to her. "She's…she doesn't want to believe it."
"That we already know," she said disappointedly.
"Sorry, but I really have nothing else to give you." He looked around. "Where'd Cristina go?"
"I don't know. She got tired of being here."
Cristina was actually watching from afar. She could not believe that this was happening to Meredith. This kind of thing didn't happen to them. She couldn't just go off and have a mental breakdown, or whatever they'd like to call it. That just couldn't happen. This couldn't be happening. Not to them, not after everything else they'd been through. She couldn't stick around for this. She couldn't see Meredith fall apart.
She turned around and left the room.