Thank you everyone who has reviewed.As alway, much appreciation goes to you. I'm still not very sure where this story is going, and I hope I figure it out soon. If you have any suggestions, go a head and tell me. Anyway thank you for reading. Here's the next chapter. Please review, it'll make me very very happy. Rosalie
"She's gone?" Cristina repeated, staring at Bailey in disbelief as she, George, Izzie and Alex stood there, shocked by the news of their friend's disappearance.
"The nurse went to check on her, but she wasn't in the room. We have no idea where she is at this moment."
"You have to be kidding me," Izzie said flatly.
"I wish I was," Bailey sighed. "But I'm not."
"How could you let her just slip out like that?" George asked exasperatedly.
"I didn't just let her," Bailey said, her patience dwindling. "Have you got any idea where she'd want to go? Did she say something to you?"
They looked at each other. It was hard to say. She hadn't been herself for a while, and there was no way of knowing what she'd do or say anymore.
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Meredith walked slowly, staring in front of her. She wasn't really even walking, not to her; it was more like she was being driven. She did not know what she was going to find, or if she'd want to find it. Or if she was going to find anything at all. She did not want to find anything at all. And if she did...then...what? Then she really was crazy. And that could not be true.
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They sat silently, not looking at each other. It was scary to think that Meredith was out there, somewhere. She was not in her right mind. There was no saying what she might do. It was hard to believe that she had even gotten out. But it was possible, that was true. And Meredith was determined to prove that she was not crazy, and that Derek was right there in front of them.
Cristina was still trying to figure out how any of this happened in the first place. Meredith had been damaged, everyone knew that. But never did she think that it would go this far. Her friend was locked up in a psych ward. Well not at the moment, but that didn't make it better. She could not imagine Meredith being out in the world right now, trying desperately to be right, so she could call them the crazy ones and feel that triumph of being sane.
Where would she go? Where would she go to prove this? Or to...
Cristina thought about it for a moment, unsure of what to do. As much as she liked to avoid Meredith at this time, she was her friend, and she needed her. She had to do something for once instead of always running away.
She stood up. The others looked at her.
"Where are you going?" Izzie asked.
"Nowhere," Cristina responded, and walked away. They watched her go, all assuming that she was abandoning the situation again.
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Meredith continued to walk in her eerie state. She was not thinking about the consequences of her actions. She was only thinking about the truth, and whether she knew it or they did. She walked like that until she found what she was looking for, after all the time of searching, after all that tme of hoping it wasn't there. She stared at it for a moment, then her vision became clouded and other things ran through her mind.
"No, just tell me."
"Are you sure? Because-"
"Please just tell me."
There were a few moments of silence. Then, Izzie said in a small voice, "He...he didn't make it."
Meredith clutched the phone tightly but didn't say anything. She didn't know exactly what to say.
Then she was at the hospital, feeling lost. She stared at him in front of her. It was so hard to believe that that was him, and that this was happening now, to them, to her. But it was him. It was him lying there...or his body at least. And she had been angry at him for not coming. Now here he was, lying there cold and lifeless because she wanted him to come over, and she wanted him to hurry.
Then she was with a crowd of people, all wearing dark clothes and looking very depressed. She made her way through te people, wishing she wasn't there, wishing that these people weren't there, wishing that there was no reason to be here at all. She did not feel like she was a part of these people. They were...people who, to her, did not care. As much as they did to her, they didn't. That was the only way she could classify them.
And she was standing in front of the casket in which he lay in, only a shadow of himself. She was scared. She truely was scared, and she didn't know why. Maybe because she was alone. Maybe because all the people she cared about kept dropping dead around her.
Now she watched as it was lowered into the ground. Once it was out of sight she turned and walked away, many people looking around to see where she was going. Someone called after her but she ignored them. She did not want to talk to anyone. She only wanted to...be with Derek.
"Meredith? Meredith!"
Suddenly everything was clear again. She was standing in front of his grave. Cristina was also there, and where she came from Meredith had no idea. For a second she had to wonder if it was really Cristina or not. Maybe it was just made up in her mind, like everything else.
"He really died, didn't he?" she asked hollowly.
Cristina just looked at her for a moment. "Yes, he did."
Meredith looked at her. So she had been wrong after all.