A.N.- Okay, it's honestly been too long and I have no excuses this time… I'm sorry; I've had awful writer's block. So, I'm going to revisit the idea that it was all a dream, since I wasn't all that pleased with the first try…
Disclaimer: I don't own it. Seriously, if I did, would I be changing the character's fates…
So… Without further ado…
Chapter 6: In Which It Was All Meredith's Dream
I feel the sobs wracking my body. I feel the presence of Derek besides me, with his broken hand that may end his career. I feel Cristina, with her missing shoe, and her nerves, still the most rational of us all. I see Mark, so ready to give up on life. I see Arizona trying desperately to keep him from what he wants so badly at the moment. And I know that close to where we are lays the body of my sister and my friend.
I feel the sleep weighing down my eyelids. I hear Cristina trying to keep us all awake, because if we close our eyes, there is a chance that we will never open them again. I feel the empty coldness on my face, now that the fire met out. And I feel the hollow in my chest where my heart should be, the pain of this whole ordeal.
I wake up in a panic, drenched in sweat and tangled in my own sheets. Derek is patiently sitting on a chair across the room, no doubt waiting for me to wake up from my horror. The dream felt so real, it must be a flashback. At that realization, I start sobbing, which prompts Derek to come to my side. He sits there, rubbing my back until I calm down.
Once that's accomplished, we sit in silence for a few minutes, his hand on my leg. Until I remember why I woke up panicked in the first place. In the frenzy that follows, I pick up Derek's hand, and examine it for any signs of trauma. There is none, only the perfect hands of a neurosurgeon.
I run to the phone. It's three o' clock in the morning, but I don't care. Cristina answers me groggily, assuring me that she has both shoes. She sounds a little irritated, and as she hangs up the phone, I remember the most traumatic part.
Lexie. I run to the attic to check if she's up there, alive. She is very much alive, and seems only vaguely startled when I throw open the door. Mark, who's sleeping next to her, doesn't seem as calm. But knowing that both of them are alive puts me at a calm ease, and I allow Derek to guide me back to bed.
I don't want to go to sleep again, scared of what I may see. Derek lays with me, and comforts me, rubbing small circles into my back, and stoking my hair. Eventually, I give in to the sleep, and slip into untroubled sleep for the rest until I wake up for work.
A.N.- (Okay, this was really short...) We're going to have to revisit this one again, I see… Maybe in the past tense, I don't really like writing in the present tense… Alright, I'll try to post again soon… Sorry for the wait you guys, I really appreciate your support. Until next time-
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