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I'm thinking about ending the story here, so please review and tell me what you think. I'm still trying to figure out what I can do. If you would like more then I'll keep on trying to figure out what I'm doing. So please review, even though I already said that once. I'm putting emphasis on it. Anyway thank you again, and I hope you like the chapter. Tell me what you think, even if it is for the last time.

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Cristina took Meredith back to the hospital. Meredith was still trying to believe what was really happening to her. It all seemed so wrong. This should not be happening. Derek was really...dead. And for days she had believed that he was lying right there next to him.

Everyone was much relieved when they got back. Meredith knew that she shouldn't have left like that, but in a way she was glad that she did. She was finally able to learn the truth.

When she arrived back to her room, she saw that Derek was sitting in the chair next to her bed, waiting for her. She stared at him in surprize as he smiled at her. She had expected since that she had remembered everything and realized that something really was wrong, that he would go away. But he hadn't. He was still waiting for her.

Cristina was behind her so she pretended that she saw nothing unusual and got back into the bed, determinedly avoiding eye contact with him. What if he was there for the rest of her life? What if he would haunt her to the very day that she was finally able to be with him again?

Cristina noticed her awkwardness but didn't say anything about it. She really didn't say anything at all. Once Meredith was settled they simply looked at each other for a long time not exactly sure of what to say. The moment in the graveyard had been an emotional one, and one that it seemed neither of them would like to talk about ever again, and just forget that it ever happened.

"So," Cristina said, clearing her throat. "Um- I'll just go now, and-and-"

"Yeah," Meredith cut her off. She knew that it was taking ever fiber in Cristina's body to stop her from running out the door. "I'll see you later?"

"Yeah," Cristina replied, giving her an unsure look. There was another moment of a stare down, and then Cristina did indeed walk out the door.

Meredith sighed and looked at Derek, who hadn't said anything yet. He just sat there, smiling.

"You're not really there," she said aloud. "I remember everything that happened."

"Really?" he asked, speaking at last.

"You died," she said firmly. "You died, and I don't know why you're here, I don't know why this is jappening but I need you to go. I need you to go so I can just get back on with my life."

He looked at her with a confused expression. "I don't understand. Why don't you want me to be with you if I can?"

"Because you shouldn't be!" she cried exasperatedly. "You're driving me- you're driving me crazy! I can't move on with you here. I can't function, I can't- I can't do anything."

He seemed to be hurt by his words. "But I can't just go away. If I could I probably would be gone by now."

She stared at him. She was frustrated, but what he just said made fear run through her too. "That's not true."

He said nothing. He looked down at the floor. As much as she wanted him gone, she wanted desperately to hold on to him forever.

She had to find a way to let him go.

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Izzie and George stood out side her room, neither of them looking at each other. It was hard to hear her speak to him. But at least she knew now. She knew, and that was a start. Now she would just have to build her way back up. If she could.

"What do we do now?" George asked without looking at her.

Izzie said nothing, just kept on staring into the room. Thankfully Meredith couldn't see them; she would probably explode if she did. Izzie instead looked at the floor. This situation had been so frustrating. It was hard when you could not help a patient. It was harder when you couldn't help a patient that was also your friend.

"I have work to do," Izzie said abruptly, and turned away.

"What?" George said, not expecting her to act Cristina-like.

"I have work to do," she repeated firmly without looking at him, and walked away leaving him there alone. George stared after her for a moment, then looked into the room. Meredith had not said anything for a few moments, so he took this as his chance to go in.

She looked up as someone came in her room. It was George. She hoped that he had not been there a very long time; she was ashamed of her behavoir now that she knew what was really going on.

"How are you holding up?" he asked.

"Okay," she lied. He went to sit down and she said quickly, "Don't sit there. Sit over here."

He looked at her for a moment, then figured out why she was saying that. He instead went to the other side of the bed and sat down. She looked at him with a lost expression.

"When we he leave?" she whispered. "When will it go back to normal?"

He really didn't know what to say, because he did not have an answer. For all he knew, it would never go back to normal.