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Chapter 3

Chapter 3

"Can someone get the door!" Meredith yelled. Her head pounded each time the door bell rang. Frustrated she grabbed her blanket to keep her warm and walked down the stairs to see who was there. The good part about her door is you can see who's there. The bad part is if that person who you see you can't act like you're not home because they saw you too. At the door stood Lexie Grey. What the hell was this girl doing here? She better not ask to stay the night. Sighing she opened the door.

"Hey Meredith!" she looked at her half sister head to toe,"What's wrong? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," and then Lexie hugged her,"Get off of me!" Meredith pushed Lexie off,"What the hell's your problem? Other than the fact you always had a family. You always got what you want! Get out of my house!"

In the kitchen Izzie heard the whole thing,"Mer are you okay?" she asked stirring cookie dough in her hands.

"What do you think Izzie?! Why the hell can't you answer the fucking door!" Meredith turned to Izzie.

Lexie's eyes were wide in fear because of Meredith's anger. Izzie however knew Mer wasn't angry. Just hurt and lonely and she didn't cope with being alone well. Poor Lexie didn't know that she was just in Mer's path of 'destruction'. That or she was busy eat ice cream, drinking tequila, and watching Friends reruns and pissed that she was interrupted.

"Now what the hell are you doing here?" Meredith grabbed her head in frustration. She walked over to Izzie grabbed the bowl of cookie dough and went back up stairs leaving the two by the door.

"MER! I didn't even get to bake those!" Izzie yelled at the bottom of the stair case.

"I don't care!" with that she slammed the door.

"Um..." Izzie looked back and forward at Derek, who just came, and Lexie,"Wanna a muffin?"

Lexie stood in front of Derek her eyes cold,"So this is it what big time surgeon's call resting?! You blew me off for this?"

"Not now," Derek ran up the stairs to Mer's bedroom. The knob wouldn't budge,"Meredith!"

"Go away," Meredith moaned.

"Let me in!" he pounded on the door.

"Go away, just go away Derek..."

Below Lexie and Izzie was watching the whole thing.

"You shouldn't have gotten yourself in this mess," Izzie said pitting the girl.

"Why not? You think I'm a bad surgeon or something?" Lexie was ready to defend herself.

"No, no, no, its not that. Derek. Derek and Meredith thing. They've been through this thing for about a year."

"A thing?" Lexie was confused.

Izzie smiled,"I think you should sit down its a long story..."

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"What's she doing here?" Alex looked upstairs,"What's he doing here?"

Izzie paused,"Oh, you know. The usual. Der loves Mer. Mer doesn't want to get hurt, so Derek is waiting for her out side her room. And then Lexie Grey came in the picture," she whispered,"She was flirting with Derek."

"Ooooh. Bad move. Did you say Grey?"

"Yup! I was filling her in about their thing," Izzie said like it was casual.

Alex looked intrigued,"Where are you at?"

"Where the wife is revealed," Izzie said.

"You've got a long way to go," Alex sat next to Izzie and contributed to Izzie's story.

Upstairs

"Meredith?" Derek knocked on the door not able to hear her anymore,"Mer?"

He could hear her vomit. The splash was dulled so she didn't make it to the bathroom.

"Damn it, Meredith open the door!" he kicked the door open to find Meredith still vomiting all over the floor,"I need help up here!"

Downstairs

The residents ran upstairs followed by a weary intern. Unknowing what was happening they found Meredith puking and Derek trying to help.

"Call the hospital! Hurry!" Derek yelled.

Lexie whipped out her phone and dialed 911,"Umm... Hello? I need and ambulance. Uh... Yes. She's my sister."

Izzie looked at her with eyes wide. That wasn't the right thing to say and if Meredith wasn't puking her guts out she'd yell at the intern some more.

"Okay. Yeah. She puking a lot. I don't know what to do! I'm a surgical intern and-" she paused looking at the phone,"Hello? Hello! Ugh. They hung up on me!"

"Yeah, wonder why," Alex grunted. Izzie elbowed him in the stomach.

"What's wrong with her?" Izzie asked Shepard.

"I think its just alcohol poisoning, but she needs to get to the hospital!"

With that siren were heard in the distance coming closer and closer. Izzie ran downstairs to open the door. She knew they'd break it and a glass door isn't the easiest thing to clean up.

"Meredith!" Derek was trying to get her to stop throwing up.

The paramedics ran upstairs and carried Meredith's fragile shaky body. Derek followed them.

"She just started breathing hard. And throwing up-" Derek placed his hand over her head whipping away the sweat from her forehead.

"That's obvious," scoffed Alex.

Derek stared at Alex coldly,"I think she has alcohol poisoning."

The paramedics started to separate Meredith from Derek and he started to panic.

"What? Can't I-go? I need to go. I have to go!" Derek came closer pushing a paramedic that was in his way. He just needed to see her. He needed to know she's going to be okay.

The paramedics looked skeptic but let him go along anyway.

"What's her name?" a paramedic asked.

"Meredith, her name's Meredith Grey," her brushed her hair over her face.

"Der-Derek?" Meredith looked up with pleading eyes, "I-I can't breathe!" she took a big gulp of air. Her breath's were fast and labored.

"Yes you can. Deep breath's Mer. Slowly..." he held her hand. She smiled slightly and then her face turned pale. She turned to her side and vomited on the opposite side of Derek.

She moaned in pain.

As they pulled up to the hospital Bailey came up to it,"What do you got?"

"Age 29, female alcohol poisoning. Her name's Meredith Grey," the paramedic lowered the stretcher onto the ground next to Bailey.

"Meredith? What did you do now?" Bailey sighed and moved the stretcher along.

"Bailey what's going to, I mean is she going to be okay?" Bailey realized for the first time that Derek had been there the whole time.

"I don't know Derek! You can't be here right now! I've gotta do my job Derek and you gotta go sit over there," she pointed towards the waiting room,"NOW!"

Reluctantly he sat in the waiting room. This was a first. He had been in the waiting room before when Meredith drowned. He didn't want to be there again. The waiting room was for family not a surgeon. All he had to do know was wait.