A/N: Thank you all for the Reviews! Okay I don't own Grey's Anatomy. I'm sorry these chapters are so short, but I pre write them in a notebook and well 10 pages of notebook paper only equals up to about 3-4 computer pages. I guess my hand writing is just really big. Also I realize my characters are slightly OOC, but I'll try really hard to stick to their personalities. If there is anything in their personality (Except for Sam, of course) that isn't right please do tell.

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Chapter 2

Alex Kerav's POV

"…Derek… Shepherd.."

Sam's eyes fluttered shut, succumbing to the power of the morphine.

I couldn't tell whether I had heard her wrong or not. Derek Shepherd? The Derek Shepherd? Neurosurgeon Shepherd?

Oh Boy…, I thought.

I turned back to Lexie, who had just run back into the room carrying all the stuff I asked for.

"Lexie, page Dr. Shepherd right away."

Lexie looked back at me, confused. "Why? We haven't taken her in for an MRI yet. And I didn't see any head injuries."

I take the stuff from her hand and narrow my eyes at her. " The girl just said that Dr. Shepherd is her father. Now go!" I pointed to the trauma room door.

Lexie's eyes widened and she scurried out the door.

I yelled out after her, "You Might Want To Order A DNA Test Too!"

Sam's POV

Beep… Beep… Beep…

Had someone glued my eyes shut? It felt like someone had… I slowly opened my sticky feeling eyes. I lift my hand to rub the nasty stuff off of them, but realized there was a cast on my left hand. Luckily, the cast was just plain white. The last time I had ended up in the hospital, Nurse Barbie from Mercy West stuck me in a hot pink cast while I was unconscious. It made me cringe just thinking about it.

The room I was in, was just like all hospital rooms. It was all white, with very few knick knacks. The only decoration was a purple vase with assorted plastic flowers, on the bedside table. I lowered my blurry gaze to my body. My arms were bruised and scratched. IV's and heart monitors were hooked up to me and coiled up to big machines, and drips.

I heard whispering outside my door, so I groggily turned my head to look.

I recognized Dr. Karev. He was furiously whispering to another man. A brief wave of sadness overtook me as I looked at the other man.

My mom had described my father to me, and this man fit the description perfectly. He was built, not muscle builder built, but enough that fit his height. His hair was curly, and black with very little gray. Mom told me how she used to love running her fingers through his hair, how comforting it was.

Before I could stop it a few tears ran down my cheeks and one word escaped my swollen lips.

"Dad…"