Rush Of Blood To The Head – Chapter V

Michael Dunn lay on his back and stared at the white roof. He lay there for what seemed like hours, alone and scared. He never hated hospitals, but now he did. He couldn't move from exhaustion, he had lost track of time since he stroked out. Two surgeries in one day, he thought, that isn't terribly good. Lying alone in the room his chest started to tighten, I'm gonna die. The thought ran through his head, his eyes starting to sting. No, he wasn't. He would be strong. Quivering, he slowly began to breathe slower, breathe deeper. I have to survive this.

"Mr Dunn..." The door opened, a man in a suit and another in scrubs walked in, both looking at charts in their hands. The suit man looked up. "I'm Dr Foreman, I've been assigned to your case. How you holding up?"

Michael almost laughed at him. "Alright, I'm just fine."

Foreman smiled. "Fantastic. Ah, this is Dr Karev, he will be assisting me today." Michael watched as the man in the corner smiled weakly. Forman moved to the chair and sat down next to Michael.

"So, what do you want to do with me?"

Foreman sighed. "Mr Dunn, we think you may have what we called referred pain."

"But I'm not feeling any pain."

Foreman looked at the ground. How was he going to explain this?

"No, but... you have other symptoms that point to it..." Foreman breathed out. "We think you have cancer."

Michael stopped short. "Cancer?" He looked at the other doctor in the corner. "You think I have cancer. You're not serious, right? I just got cancer. I quit smoking. I just had surgery!"

"Mr Dunn I'm sorry, but we're going to have to do a lung bar puncture, it will tell us if you have cancer or not..." Michael looked back at the ceiling, the wave of thoughts crushing down on him. "...there is a chance you may not have cancer. We're just covering all the bases. Mr Dunn?"

Michael looked back at Foreman. "This is simply a test. Nothing definitive."

"So you don't know what's wrong with me?"

Foreman sighed. "Not yet."

"Ok...let's do it."

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Meredith walked into the elevator and pressed the button. Flicking through her files she waited at the elevator went down. There was a ding and she made way for all the people who were walking off. Out of the crowd stood Derek. Meredith caught her breath as he walked in a pressed the button. Meredith knew she had to take Christina's advice. The doors closed. They were alone.

"I'm going to lunch..."

"I'm sorry." Derek looked at her, his sad eyes full of regret.

"I'm sorry?"

Derek sighed, he had to say this. He had taken too long but it still had to be said. "I'm sorry I didn't pick you, I'm sorry I hurt you. Trust me, if I had the choice again..." Derek smiled to himself. Meredith stood there, transfixed to him.

"I'm sorry I called you a whore. Even though I didn't, but I'm sorry I implied it, I just... I was angry at myself, and I took it out on you. So I'm sorry Meredith, I'm sorry for everything."

Derek looked forward at the metal doors. "Addison... Before you told me, about Finn, Addison said something. She stayed with Mark, it wasn't a one night stand. They had a relationship and I picked her. If I had known I wouldn't have felt sorry, I wouldn't have chosen her, I wouldn't have second guessed. So I'm sorry. I would have said no." Derek looked at Meredith. "I would have chose you."

There was a ding. The doors opened. Meredith quickly turned her head and saw Addison standing there in front of them. All these thoughts and feelings came rushing to her, she was unable to act. Quickly she closed her files and walked out of the elevator, passing Addison without any recognition.

Derek would have chosen her.

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NB: Ok, so the Mer/Der thing might be a bit dated, but I haven't seen the new ep though so cut me some slack. But I will soon... MUHAHAHA!! Ok, that done. For all those shippers who weren't provided new stuff for their... ship...(?) – hold on! This is divided into scenes so I can't have Burke fighting with Christina while Mer/Der make out, can I? Random point but I noticed that the majority of people view chapter one then it declines after that. Interesting. But now I'm boring you. You know the drill: To stop me from writing shite and boring you out of your scull, what do you do? That's right! REVIEW!!

Christ, I must sound like a broken record or something. Sorry, will shut up...now.