The next morning…
"Where is she?" Christina asked for the fifth time since they had arrived.
"What happened yesterday?" Izzie said to know one in particular. She spun around on the chair. "What happened yesterday, Christina? Everything happened so fast." She asked again.
"It was like a movie. We watched Meredith's world fall." George said in a sad tone not lifting his eyes from the chart. A chart he had read so many times he could say every word in his sleep.
"Dr. Shepherd?" Izzie called. She ran over the older doctor who had stopped.
"How is he doing?" She asked with some kind of hope.
"He's in a coma. I don't know how long he'll be out for." With that he walked off.
"Do you think she'll come in today?"
"No, I don't," Christina said looking down at the floor. "She's been through too much." She walked off as did George leaving Izzie standing in the middle of the hospital with a helpless look.
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She didn't sleep well the night before. The memory haunted her every second. She shut her eyes tightly trying to stop hearing the ambulance sirens that echoed through her head. She looked at the clock. It was only eight o'clock. The chief told her to take a few days off. This, by now, she knew she needed. She, also, knew she needed to see him. She got out of his bed and got ready to go.
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The whispers hadn't stopped since she stepped foot in the door way, which granted was only about a minute ago. But, still, that meant they hadn't stopped all night. She was once again the hot topic of the hour or hours or even days. She didn't let it bother her though. She walked though the hospital trying to keep her head high even though all it wanted to do was… drop.
"What are you doing here?" A voice interrupted her 'I must be strong' rant in her head. She turned to see Christina standing there. "The chief made you take off."
Meredith nodded before continuing to walk. "I need to see him."
"Are you sure that's a good idea?"
She turned to look at her. Her eyes were glazed over with tears. "Please Christina… I have to.." With that she walked off.
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The room wasn't far. She stood outside the door unsure if she could enable her arms to open the door. She just stared at it as a tear rolled down her cheek. She reached out for it but retracted her arm. She took one last deep breath before opening it.
The scene she saw… was almost unbearable. She had seen countless patents like this but this… this was Alex. His body was cut and bruised. Tubes ran down his throat and an IV was connected to his arm. He looked so lifeless. She could feel her own heart break into two.