It had been a week since the accident and he wasn't getting any worse nor was he getting any better. Meredith went to see him everyday. She cried everyday.

Today, she was returning to work. She didn't want to sit around anymore, because then she would think of him and sob over him. The alarm went off at five in the morning. She got up and took a shower. Then, changed and went downstairs. Izzie was in the kitchen. She had been staying with Meredith the whole time.

"Good Morning," Izzie greeted her as she walked in.

"Morning," Meredith sat down and started to pick at a muffin that she wasn't sure if she wanted.

"Today is your first day?"

"Yeah, it is." Meredith sighed.

"We should get going." Izzie said picking up her stuff and started out.

"I'll be right out." She gathered her stuff and started towards the door when out of no where a wave of nausea hits her sending her running for the bathroom.

After a few minutes, Izzie comes back in to hear her vomiting.

"Mere?" She called out.

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"I'm fine." Meredith agued for the fourth time since they got in the car. Now they were walking in the hospital towards the locker room.

"You vomited!" Izzie spat back.

"I know," Meredith said. "I was there, remember?"

"You're not fine. Go home!"

"I'm fine."

"What's with the arguing?" Christina said walking over.

"I'm fine."

"She was vomiting."

"Was!" Meredith yelled.

"She says she's fine. Leave her alone." Christina shrugged.

"Thank you." Meredith said as she changed into her scrubs.

All the sudden, again, Meredith started to feel sick. She sat down on the bench and started to take some deep breaths to keep from vomiting. It didn't work. She ran to the trashcan and emptied the contents of her stomach. Everyone was looking at her.

"I'm fine. It's probably stress with the… everything." With that she put on her lad coat and walked out.

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"Have you seen Dr. Grey?" Christina asked a nurse.

"No, not since this morning."

"Can you page her?"

"Sure,"

Minutes later… Still no Meredith.

"Thanks anyway." Christina muttered and walked off. She spotted Izzie at the end of the hall. "Izz?"

"Oh, hey," Izzie said.

"Have you seen Mere?"

"No not since the locker room, why?"

"Nobody seems to have seen her."

"Oh god. Do you think she's okay?"

"Don't get dramatic, Barbie. I'm, just, worried that she hasn't seen any patients and she's not answer any pages."

"I'll help you look," Izzie said putting down the chart.

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They split up and started looking around. Looking in every room. Izzie came up on a supply closet. She threw the door open. Light flooded into the dark room and there she was. Sitting on the floor in a ball of sobs.

"Mere?" Izzie said stepping in letting the door shut behind her. The rumor mill was already going crazy with Meredith's stories. She didn't need to fuel the fire. "Mere? What's wrong?"

"I can't.. I can't do this… anymore. I want Alex." She sobbed. "I love Alex!"

"He'll pull though. He'll make it. Everything is going to be okay."

Izzie rubbed her back and Meredith let her head fall on her shoulder. She kept mumbling his name. Over and over into Izzie's shoulder.