Derek sighs and runs his hand through his hair as he watches Rose go to the bathroom. She is a nice girl. She is nice, but she isn't Meredith. He sees Mark coming over to him out of the corner of his eye.
"You okay, man?" Mark asks.
Derek sighs as he looks at Mark. "She's nice, but…"
"She's not Meredith?" Mark finishes for him.
"Yeah," Derek responds sadly.
Mark studies his friend for a minute, thinking carefully about his next words. "In that case, I should tell you. Grey was here."
Derek jerks his head to stare at Mark as his friend says these words.
"And she saw you. She looked real upset," Mark finishes.
"How long ago?" Derek asks quickly, his heart breaking slightly as he knows that he has hurt her once again.
"About five minutes," Mark states as he glances at his watch.
Derek immediately jumps to his feet, knowing intrinsically that something is wrong. He can feel it. Deep down he can feel it. He looks at Mark. "Will you?" he asks quickly, motioning to the spot where Rose was previously sitting.
"Don't worry. I'll take care of it," Mark says with a smile before Derek rushes out of the bar.
Derek rushes to his vehicle and jumps in, not even giving a second thought to his date. Something is wrong with Meredith. He knows it. Deep down he knows it and Meredith is what matters. She is what is important.
He arrives at her house after what seems like forever, but is actually rather quick. He runs up to her door and knocks for a few minutes, but when no one answers he uses his key and lets himself in.
He stands in the foyer for a moment, sensing her and knowing something is off. He isn't sure what it is. "Mer??" he calls out. His voice echoes through the seemingly empty house. He knows that she is here. He saw her jeep parked outside.
He runs up the stairs and into her bedroom. Her room is dark, but he can see the light coming from under the bathroom door. Maybe she is just taking a relaxing bath. Maybe. But then he thinks back to the day of the ferry accident and he quickly moves towards the slightly cracked door.
"Mer?" he asks quietly as he knocks softly on the door.
His knocking causes the door to open wider. He can see some items scattered across the bathroom floor, but she still doesn't answer him. Maybe she fell asleep in the tub. Hopefully.
He steps into the bathroom and bends down to pick up one of the several sticks on the floor. His heart swells as he stares at it. Meredith is pregnant. He is going to be a father. He quickly looks up with a small smile on his face and that is when he reads her message. His heart sinks even further. Now he knows that something is wrong.
He quickly turns his head towards the tub, hoping to be greeted by her sleeping face. What he sees causing his heart to shatter into a million shards and the tears to instantly form in his eyes. He is greeted by Meredith's sleeping face all right. Meredith sleeping face is in the midst of a pool of blood.
He rushes to the side of the tub. He isn't paying attention to the items on the floor and slips in a pool of her blood, landing on her back. He lies there for a moment as he tries to recover. His back is hurting, but it is nothing compared to the pain in his shredding heart.
He moves to his knees, now kneeling before the edge of the tub. Blood covers his back and is now seeping through his khakis.
Even if I say "It'll be alright"
Still I hear you say you want to end your life
Now and again we try to
Just stay Alive
"Oh God, Mer…" he says in a strained voice as he doesn't hesitate to reach into the pool of blood and water and pull out her limp body. He doesn't care this his Rolex is being ruined. He does not care. All that he cares about is saving the woman that he loves with ever single cell of his being.
He cradles her body close to his, only causing her blood to seep into his clothing and smear onto his skin even more. He checks for a pulse and finds that she still has one. It is weak, but not too weak. He reaches behind him and grabs a white towel that is nearby and covers her wound. The white instantly starts to turn red.
He can't believe that she did this. She did this because of him. He hurt her again, so she hurt herself. And she loves him. She wrote it on the mirror in lipstick. She loves him and he hurt her. He loves her and he hurt her.
She is everything to him. Why couldn't he just wait? Why did everyone try to tell him he had to move on? She was trying. He knows she was trying. He wanted to wait. He tried to wait. He was still waiting. He just needed something. Something to temporary dull the pain of not being able to call her his.
She saw him on the date and then came home and tried to kill herself. She can't deny it this time. She even left the note. He can't bring himself to add the adjective that goes with the word note. He can't. She means too much to him and he let her fall. He let her drown again. Will he be able to save her this time?
The tears fall continuously down Derek's cheeks as he forces himself to his feet. He has to get her to the hospital. He has to save her. It can't be too late. It just can't. He has to save her and their unborn child. He needs a chance to make everything all right. He loves her. He loves her so much. God, he hopes that it's not too late.
maybe we'll turn it all around
'Cause it's not too late
It is never too late
There's part 2. The response has really been great. Thank you all for your amazing reviews. :D There will be probably 2 more parts.
-Marci