Disclaimer: I don't own Grey's Anatomy, nor do I claim to. If I did, I wouldn't have to wait all summer for the next season.

A/N: Okay, so I'm sorry that I didn't update. I really do feel bad about that. But as the old cliché goes: life got in the way. I'm back now, though. Finals are next week and I'm writing the next few chapters in advance so you won't have to go a long time again.

A/N 2: WHO SAW THE SEASON FINALE!?! I can't believe it! How could Meredith turn him down!?! How could Burke leave!?! What is George gonna do!?! And WHAT IS UP with Meredith's step-sister and Derek's bar chick being an intern!?! SERIOUSLY!?!? As you can tell I'm quite upset. So I decided to be nice and update for ya'll.

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The rest of my day was miserable. I had to at act like nothing was wrong, like my world wasn't falling apart. Because my world, at this very moment, was lying on a gurney in an operating room. I had to be the cheery, "Dr. Shepard" was always happy.

I hadn't even been happy in my surgery today. Life seemed to go on in slow motion. I always zoned out in my surgeries; it was like nothing else existed. But today, everything was different. I couldn't concentrate. Thanks goodness it had been a minor craniomety and didn't require a lot of focus.

I know that sounds awful, but my mind was, and still is somewhere else. It was with Meredith. She had to make it through surgery.

I still hadn't heard anything about her condition. I didn't know what kind of surgery she was having, how she was doing, nothing.

They had closed the gallery, as to keep this as private as possible. There was already enough rumors in this hospital about her.

I walked through the halls; I was going to go home to take a shower. I wanted to be here and ready when Meredith got out of surgery. Then I saw it. My beacon of hope.

The OR board.

I stopped dead in front of it. I scanned for the name I knew so well. She was still in surgery. That's when I saw it. Frontal-Lobe clot.

I wanted to go home and look up the side-effects to be sure. There was no way this could be happening. How could so many bad things happen to the most wonderful girl?

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On my drive home, I had never wanted to be wrong more in my life.

I sat in my trailer, cup of coffee in hand, staring at my old college textbook. "Possible side effects: long-term memory loss and short-term memory loss." I had read that line over and over again. This couldn't be happening.

After the shock had set in, I raced back to the hospital. I wanted to be there the moment she woke up.

I ran into the place I knew so well. I went back up to the OR floor to check the board again.

She was out of surgery, but still in ICU. "Just a precautionary measure" I kept telling myself.

I got her room number and started to walk towards it. She was more than likely still asleep from her surgery.

I saw her friends sitting outside her door. Christina was by herself; her cold stare clashed her tear-stained cheeks. George was sitting close to Christina, but it was obvious she had pushed him away. Izzie was leaning on Alex's shoulder. I had never seen him so compassionate.

The sight broke my heart. She had a great support group. These were the family members that had put the pieces back together.

"You can come sit down McDreamy." Christina stated, not even trying to hide the sadness in her voice.

"She's not awake yet, and Dr. Gregerson said that there may be memory loss. Is that true?"

"Yes, sadly enough George, it is. But only 45 have memory loss. So there's a good chance she could wake up and remember everything." I explained.

"Leave it to Meredith, though, to be in the other 45." Alex proposed. He said the smart-ass words, but the conviction normally in his voice wasn't there.

"It's going to be okay. Meredith will be okay. Everything is gonna be okay." Izzie stammered standing up, more to herself than the others.

"Would you stop saying that?!" Christina yelled, "My person is a fighter, but this is a lot. So just shut-up and sit down before you do something irrational."

I slowly sat down on the other side of George. I have never a very religious man, but I continued to say silent prayers in my head.

Dr. Gregerson walked up and stood in front of us, compassion in her eyes.

"Never have I met a closer group of interns. And an attending. This must be one lucky lady."

No one responded to this. We were all to wrapped up in our own memories of Meredith to think.

"I'm going in to do some tests. After I'm finished, you all can go in. Now, you all are doctors, so I trust you will not tire her out too much." Dr. Gregerson announced, understanding in her voice. I could've kissed her in that moment.

I knew that Meredith shouldn't be having visitors. But in that moment I really didn't care what was right. I just needed to see Meredith.

She walked through the door, leaving us all waiting outside expectantly.

After about 15 minutes, Dr. Gregerson walked back through the door. But she continued walking, leaving the door open for us. Not saying a word

My heart starting racing, what if something was wrong!? I don't think I could handle Meredith not remembering me.

We all walked in and stared at her. We were waiting for her to acknowledge us. Anything that would let us know she remembered.

"Meredith…" George trailed off.

"What happened? Did I make it through? Please, George, tell me something. Why are you all looking at me that way?"

Oh God, she remembered. We all let out a breath we didn't know we had been keeping in. I ran over to give her a hug, thankful she was alive. But she shied away.

I silently cursed myself. I had pushed her too far, but just knowing she remembered us helped. How could I have been so stupid? I needed to take things slow, not scare her away. Christina walked over to her.

"Meredith, you're fine now. But you did have a clot on your frontal lobe, Dr. Gregerson successfully removed it, but it could have been dangerous. We were all so worried. You obviously have short-term memory, but can you tell us the date, or what happened last week?"

"It's November 5 and last week I was perfectly fine. Derek called me a whore and we had a fight. Is that good?" She asked, a pleading look in her eyes.

"Yes Meredith, that's very good. I always knew you were a fighter. I'm so proud. And I really am sorry about the fight. But now's not the time for that." I tried to explain, .kicking myself for being such an ass.

"I'm just glad that you all are here. I thought…I thought I could do this on my own, but I really do love you guys, and I appreciate you giving up your work days for me. It's really not necessary." She said looking away, almost as if she were ashamed.

"We want to be here. You're always in some sort of trouble." Alex implied with a smirk.

"Shut up Evil Spawn." She said laughing. It was nice to hear that again.

Maybe she and I would get out happy ending after all. It would just take a little time.

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Okay, so I expect some reviews. I wrote part of this last night at 11:30PM, and part right now in school while I'm supposed to be working on my final project.

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