So this is me back with chapter 2. This is now skipping forward 4 months to Some Kind of Miracle. This chapter mainly includes Addison/Derek/Cristina for obvious reasons and I have tried my best to go along with the show the best I could but obviously scenes have been taken out and put in so it's the best that I can do. I hope this is a good continuation from chapter 1 and enjoy.
Also, I sat my English Literature exam (paper 1) yesterday and think I have failed so if chapter 3 is incredibly depressing it's because my mood is terrible right now :D *points gun at own head sadly* But all your reviews made my day so thank you so so much!
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4 months late
Addison felt her stomach churn in discomfort as she entered the room, doctors and nurses running around trying to revive a woman she had grown awfully close to in the past 4 months. The blue tint to Meredith's skin was unpleasant, her temperature way below what it should be.
"What happened?" She managed to get out, Richard Webber looking up at her. Even from across the room, his teary eyes were hard to miss.
"We don't know. Derek brought her in" He stated bluntly, but it was the entire truth. Nobody, not even Derek knew how she had gotten in the water, or how long she had been under. All anyone knew was that they had to get her back, get her heart pumping again on its own.
"Can I help? Do you need me to do anything?" Bailey looked up at her, the glazed look in Addison's eyes telling them all the same thing. She was too close and emotionally connected to be in here.
"Addison you need to leave. Go and sit with Derek or help out somewhere else. You are too close"
"And none of you aren't?" She shot back, everyone knowing she was right. Meredith was one of those people that, no matter how much she pissed you off, you couldn't hate her for long. She was too kind and too talented to dislike.
"Addison go and wait outside. We can handle this" Bailey croaked, swallowing down the lump in her throat. None of them should be in here right now but Meredith was one of their own and was going to get the best of the best, and they were exactly that. Addison took one last look at the unconscious woman before leaving the room, Derek standing to look at her. His wet hair and clothes told her that he had been the one to get her out the water, and his red, blotchy eyes told her that he was not ready to hear how she was doing. Because it was not good.
"Addison?" Mark held her arm in support, her eyes tearing away to look at him. He looked distraught. She then turned to look at the interns on the other side of the double doors, George looking in a daze at the floor, fresh tears still in his eyes. Alex was comforting Izzie who was mumbling words of comfort to herself. And Cristina, Cristina looked like she was ready to collapse. Why was everyone so emotionally attached to her? What was so special about her? She is Meredith Grey, that is what. Whether she was a whore or a slut or a show off, she was loved by a lot of people. Derek was her boyfriend. Cristina was her person. Addison, Izzie, George and Alex were her friends. Mark, Richard, Bailey (whether she wanted to admit it or not), all cared for her in some way. She was going to be fine. She had to be.
"She is going to be fine" Addison finally said, Derek falling back onto the wall in distress.
"How bad is it Addison?" Mark whispered into her ear, her eyes closing in anguish.
"I don't know. It's- I don't know" She turned and walked towards the interns, Cristina practically pushing Izzie to the ground to get to her.
"Addison- is it Meredith? Is it actually her?" Addison just nodded, Cristina's face falling in regret.
"How bad is it Dr Montgomery?" George squeaked from behind her, the interns looking to her with huge, puppy like eyes.
"She is going to be fine" It was like a script the red head was repeating to try and learn. She is going to be fine. She just walked away, Cristina watching as she rounded the corner.
"I can't- no I won't" She turned and ran out the door, Izzie going to run after her but Alex stopped her.
"Give her a minute" She nodded and they all turned back to the glass doors, their eyes landing on Derek who was crying into his knees. This was not how the day was supposed to go.
1 hour later
Addison rounded a corner and spotted Derek sitting in Ellis' room, seemingly waiting for her to wake up. Much to her dismay, he was waiting to argue with her, with a woman who probably had no idea who she was let alone that her daughter was dying. She watched in horror as he began shouting at her, thinking it was best to stop him before he did something that he would later regret.
"Derek" She shouted him, the man looking up to the door way. His hair was a mess and his face was blotchy from all the crying. He gave Ellis one last look before storming out the room, pushing past Addison so he was around the corner, leaning against a wall.
"Derek you can't take it out on her. It's not her fault what happened, she isn't lucid anymore you know that" He paced, his hand running through his hair anxiously.
"This is my fault, I did this"
"Derek you didn't do anything. You couldn't have prevented this"
"She was drifting away and I noticed but I never did anything. I promised her I would stick by her but she drifted and I never stopped her" Addison felt her heart plummet, grabbing Derek's arm to stop him in his tracks.
"Wait Derek- you think she did this? You think she went into the water on purpose?" He couldn't stop the sob that escaped his lips, covering his mouth in horror at someone actually saying his thoughts out loud.
"She can swim Addison. She is a good swimmer" Addison shook her head, knowing he can't possibly think she was suicidal.
"No Derek, you can't think like that. This is Meredith, she wouldn't do that. Too many people care about her. Derek you don't get to do this right now. You don't get to break down. She needs you to fight for her right now, she needs us all to fight for her" She wrapped her arms around him, the distraught man burying his head in her shoulder as he sobbed endlessly. She couldn't believe he thought she was suicidal, how could he think that? She was strong, she wouldn't do that. She is going to be fine.
After calming Derek down, she sent him to the waiting room, asking around to see if anyone had seen Cristina. Strangely enough, she bumped into Burke who was on his was to Joe's bar.
"You know it's a bit early in the day to be drinking" Addison commented with what she hoped was a smirk. Today was just not one of those days, for jokes and laughter. It was not that kind of day.
"I got a call off Joe. Apparently Cristina is drowning her sorrows in there right now"
"Go back to Meredith, I will go and get her. I was looking for her anyway" Burke nodded and watched as Addison left the hospital, crossing the road to Joe's. Rightly so, there was Cristina, surrounded with 99c store bags and 2 bottles of beer. She placed herself next to the woman, Joe nodding his head and walking away to clean a table across the room.
"Tell me the truth Addison, was it bad?" Cristina asked, her head resting on a small plastic chair she had seemingly bought.
"Honestly, nobody knew what to do. They didn't know how long she had been under or why. The main problem was her temperature; it was too low so they couldn't get her heart beating on its own" Cristina nodded, a tear rolling down her cheek.
"I have been avoiding her for a few days you know. Burke asked me to marry him and instead of jumping at the opportunity and calling her over, I told him I would think about it and avoided her because I didn't know what to do. I've never had a person who cared for me like Meredith does; I don't know how to handle situations like that. But I told him that I would last night, I said yes and all I could think about was telling Meredith. It's the only thing I wanted to do, I didn't want to come into work to a load of surgeries or a trauma like this, I wanted to take her aside and tell her properly. And then this happened, and I was left behind while they all got to go to the scene, and I was so angry with her. I was angry because she got to go and help and I was stuck here, and then when everyone came back and I couldn't see her I got even more angry because I thought she was in some fancy surgery and then I get a page telling me she is on a table dying. I mean, how selfish does that make me? She cares for me more than anyone I know, more than Burke, more than anyone ever, and when she needed me the most I was walking around sulking and feeling jealous" Addison couldn't help the tears that filled her eyes, placing her hand atop of Cristina's.
"You are not selfish Cristina, nobody could have known this would happen today. But we can't do this, we can't drown in our sorrows and get angry or upset, we have to stay strong for her. We have to be there so when she wakes up she knows how many people really care about her" Cristina nodded, sitting up to wipe her face clear. She went to speak again but Addison interrupted her, not being able to keep eye contact as she spoke.
"Cristina, Derek- he thinks Meredith- he thinks she went into the water on purpose" Addison knew she wasn't emotionally ready for the blow that could come, but knew she would resent her if she never told her.
"What? Why would he think that?"
"He said she is a good swimmer. I don't know- he is a mess. I just, thought you should know what his line of thought was before heading back over there" She nodded, pushing her chair back so she could stand up.
"One problem at a time right?" The two nodded and Addison followed her out of the bar, them both heading back to the hospital. Addison's pager beeped, Cristina turning abruptly towards her in worry.
"It's okay- my patient is awake. You go ahead- I'll be down soon" Cristina, unexpectedly, wrapped Addison in a hug. Addison stood shocked for a moment before embracing her back, Cristina pulling away and walking to the ER. Everything is going to be okay. Everything has to be okay.