Thanks for the reviews! Somewhere soon I will be putting up a poll for two options of Meredith's wedding dress, even though I assure you the wedding chapter is definitely a good amount of chapter away! Anyway I must warn you this is going to be a drama filled chapter.

Meredith sat filling out charts leaning against the nurse's desk. She kept stopping to stare at the diamond glistening on her finger. She didn't think she'd ever be one of those girls that obsessively looks at her ring day and night. She smiled as she continued to go back to filling out the chart. She was listening to the low sound of the TV coming from the waiting room, when she saw what looked like a tourist bus flipped over on the highway. She snapped her chart closed. Looks like her day was going to pick up after all, she started to head towards the ambulance bay, throwing on gloves and a gown. She met Izzie and Cristina down there who were also for the ambulance to come in. The Seattle rain pouring down in front of them.

"Did you guys hear what happened?" said Meredith as she tied her surgical gown on.

"Something about a bus flipping over on the highway." said Izzie. "I bet a lot of people are going to be gone before they even get here." said Izzie sadly.

"At least it means surgeries." said Cristina as both Izzie and Meredith shot her looks. "What?" said Christina as they were interrupted when an ambulance came in.

A paramedic swiftly jumped out of the back of the ambulance pulling the stretcher out, while another helped pushed it out. "Thatcher Grey, 64 year old male suffering from heart palpitations compressions to the rib, possible spinal injury, is un-conscious.

Both Izzie and Cristina's head turned to see an almost dazed Meredith just standing there, not reacting to what was going on. She stood there looking like a deer caught in headlights.

"Page Lexie Grey, Dr. Shepherd, Dr. Hahn and Dr. Bailey." said Cristina as she pulled the stretcher into a trauma room." And get her away from here." said Cristina to Izzie as she went into the trauma room.

Izzie nodded as she led Meredith over to a chair. Meredith had still yet to say anything or even make the slightest move. Lexie suddenly burst into the waiting room, expecting to be paged for a case and when she saw Meredith's face she somehow knew.

"It's my dad isn't it?" asked Lexie as she stood looking at Meredith's face." Was he in the accident?" asked Lexie as she sat down next to Meredith.

Izzie shook her head. "I think he was driving." she looked at Meredith worriedly.

Derek suddenly walked into the waiting room thinking it was just another victim, but when he saw Meredith sitting there. He immediately walked over to them; he looked nervously at Meredith who was still sitting there with a dazed expression.

"Mere? Meredith?" called Derek trying to get her to talk or at least say something. He looked up to see Lexie there and immediately nodded at her. He pressed a kiss to Meredith's forehead before walking into the trauma room.

"Now what do we do?' asked Lexie out loud.

"We wait." said Meredith speaking for the first time since her father had been brought in. "All we can do is wait."

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Meredith and Lexie sat there for hours. Meredith to be quite honest didn't even know why she was sitting there. He was never a proper father to her, but yet he was still her dad. Izzie had left around an hour ago after being paged and Derek had taken her seat, after examining Thatcher and finding nothing wrong neurologically. He sat there with her not saying anything. Erica Hahn immerged a few minutes later a grim look on her face.

"He's awake and talking." she started as she sat down across from them. "The impact of the car accident was a lot on his body, and he's going to need surgery on his heart, but before we do that he needs a blood transfusion done. I always like to ask if someone in the family has the same blood type, before calling the blood bank. You father's is O-" said Erica. "Lexie what's your blood type?"

"AB-, my sister Molly is AB+." said Lexie knowing she couldn't give blood.

Erica turned to Meredith who had remained silent throughout this. "Grey what's yours?" asked Erica. She waited for Meredith to answer and when she didn't she asked again. "Grey what's yours?"

Meredith looking down at her shoes not answering, she continued to remain silent. She then looked up. "I'm not giving blood. I don't care if I have the same blood type as him. I know it sounds mean and selfish, but I'm not doing it." said Meredith standing up and walking away.

"Meredith." called Derek as he went to get up, but Lexie grabbed his arm.

"I'll talk to her." said Lexie getting up and quickly going after her. She watched as she rounded a corner quickly and ran into a supply closet. Lexie opened the door and walked into to see her sitting there with her head between her hands. Lexie quietly sat down next to her. They sat in silence for a few minutes before Meredith spoke.

"I know it sounds horrible his own "somewhat" of a daughter not willing to give blood. But after he put my mother and I through… I just…. I can't." said Meredith as she shook her head.

"I get that. I'm not forcing you to do it." said Lexie.

"Who's to say he evens wants my blood... after all that has happened with your mom…. he probably still doesn't want me near him." said Meredith.

"Meredith…. I know he doesn't blame for that. He was just upset, nobody blames you for that, you did everything you could, it wasn't your fault at all." said Lexie. "He maybe upset with you still, but I know deep down there he still loves you." said Lexie.

Meredith looked at down at her shoes without saying anything. She continued to sit like that for a few minutes until she spoke. "I'll do it." whispered Meredith.

Lexie nodded as she patted her hand. "Thank you."

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Meredith played with the band aid on her arm absently hours later, after her blood had been taken. She was now sitting in her father's room, waiting for Lexie to return before her father woke up from the anesthesia from his blood transfusion. Thatcher Grey's eyes fluttered opened.

"Meredith?" questioned Thatcher hoarsely.

Meredith smiled gently. "Hi." she said sitting up straighter. "How are you feeling?" asked Meredith.

"Okay. Before they put me under for the transfusion, I heard one of the nurses saying you donated the blood. Thank you." said Thatcher.

"Your welcome." said Meredith looking down t her hands.

"Meredith…." started Thatcher. "I don't blame you for Susan's death. I was angry and in shock. I shouldn't have done what I did." said Thatcher "I'm sorry."

"It's okay." said Meredith still not meeting eyes with her father.

"No it's not…. what I did to you and your mother… wasn't right. I shouldn't have got up and left like that. You don't deserve someone like that. I know it was wrong and I'm deeply sorry that I did it like that." admitted Thatcher sorrowfully. "I'm sorry Meredith." he said reaching out and squeezing her hand.

Meredith smiled slightly as her father held her hand gently. "I know you are… I knew it had nothing to do with me but I somehow always blamed myself for you leaving.

Thatcher shook his head. "It was never you... or your mother. It was my own fault for picking up leaving like that." said Thatcher. "I just hope… maybe now we can… get to know each other better, make things better" said Thatcher.

Meredith smiled slightly. "It's going to take a lot… I still haven't forgiven you… but I'd like that too." said Meredith with sincerity written in her voice.

Thatcher nodded and smiled as before yawning. "I guess the surgery wore me out." joked Thatcher.

Meredith stood up. "I'll let you get some rest. I'll back in the morning waiting for your other surgery to be over." she squeezed his hand gently. She went to leave the room and looked back to see her father already peacefully sleeping.

"We'll make things better."

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Meredith rushed into the hospital carrying a bouquet of flowers, for Thatcher's recovery room, to brighten it up. She ran into the waiting room where all her friends, Lexie Molly and Derek sat.

"I'm sorry I'm late….The florist…" started Meredith before noticing her friends grim looks. " What's wrong?'

Derek got up and walked towards her. "Meredith… there were complications in the surgery."

It was then that Meredith noticed Lexie sobbing in a chair and Molly hugging her as she cried along with her. "No…" started Meredith shaking her head. " No." said Meredith her eyes filling with tears. "No." said Meredith angrily as she through the flowers on the ground. "No." she said as she started to sob.

Derek immediately walked over to her and engulfed her in a hug. He rubbed her back slowly as she sobbed into his scrubs." Shh. It's alright." he whispered into her ear as comfortingly as he could as his heart broke watching her cry. He continued to hold onto her and comfort her until her sobs slowly slowed into silent tears. She looked up at him and whispered ever so slightly,

"We were supposed to make things better."