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Leaning against the nurse's station, I grab one of the tablets to update my patients chart and to add notes. I put the tablet down, and shoved my hand in my right pocket of my lab coat, hoping to find a snack before my next surgery, which was in 45 minutes. I felt around the pocket and felt two wrappers, both from the candy I ate earlier. I am hungry, I just need something to snack on before I can make it to the cafeteria. I spun around to head towards the vending machine down the hall, but I don't even take a step before I see him.

He was not in scrubs, rather jeans, and a shirt. I know he is off, he took off a week or so to be with Megan. Right now he was pacing up and down the hall, with a limp as he didn't have his crutches, not noticing me at the nurses station staring at him. He continued walking, and every time he passed a certain room, he would peer into quickly before returning walking down the hall and looking at his shoes. I watched for a minute, wondering if he was going to stop. I pull out my phone to look at the date. Saturday. Megan was supposed to come home today, I wonder if something happened.

They had decided to keep her at Madigon until they released her, wanting her to adjust to having family around and not have to adjust to a new hospital and staff. They also wanted to do a psych evalve, to make sure she was even okay enough to leave the hospital. She did fine from what I heard.

jumped and whipped my head around when someone touched my shoulder. "Don't just stare, or the rest of the nurses are gonna start talking. Go talk to him." One of the nicer nurses, Jamie, said.

"Thank you." I gave her a soft smile and handed her the tablet before taking a deep breath.

I am a strong person, I can do this, I thought to myself. We are eventually going to have to talk, maybe we will get stuck on a case together or just run into each other. We work at the same hospital and we both are surgeons. It might be awkward at first, but everyone says I'm all "dark and twisty", and I could help people going through hard stuff. I mean, I have been through a lot. My mom, Susan, George, Lexie, Mark, and Derek all have died. Izzie, Callie, Cristina have all left. I've survived a bomb, drowning, a gunman, a plane crash, giving birth in a superstorm, and a patient attack. I think I can talk to an ex and help him through the trauma he is going through. The question is, how do I start the conversation?

I walk toward him, as he is walking the other way. He suddenly turns around, running right into me a knocking me down. I caught myself with my hands, but my left wrist immediately begins to hurt, seeing as it caught most of my weight.

"Meredith?" He asked, pulled out of his daze by me saying "ow".

"Yeah, uh, hi." I respond, still on my butt and holding my left wrist in my right hand.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry. Are you okay?" He questions.

"Fine." I respond, clenching my teeth not wanting him to know that he hurt me.

"Want a hand up?" He asks, sounding unsure of what to do in this situation.

"Uh, yeah that would be nice." I let out a giggle as I grab his hand and he yanks me up to my feet.

We stand there awkwardly for a moment, till he looks down and notices me holding my wrist. "Meredith, seriously. Did I hurt your wrist?"

We lock eyes for a moment, and I almost get lost in his icy blue eyes. I quickly look down to my feet, not sure what to say.

"Meredith, your wrist is swelling up and bruising already. We need to get you an x-ray to make you didn't break or fracture your wrist." He said in a worried tone.

"I'm fine." I assure him. A tear falls down my cheek and I quickly wipe it away, hoping he doesn't notice.

"Well I'd rather be safe than sorry, so you are getting that x-ray." He puts his hand on the small of back and begins to lead me toward the nurse's station. Whatever he was pacing about he seemed to forget about as we walked toward the nurse's station. Whenever we got to the nurse's station, a few of them gave us some confused looks.

I saw Nurse Jamie walking this way, with a concerned look on her face. "Meredith what happened? Are you okay?" She quickly asked.

"Uh, I'm fine. Page Wilson, she is our best resident and she spent some time on ortho." I leaned up against the nurse's station, hoping Nathan would leave me be now but instead he stayed right where he was and his hand stayed on my back, like he was protecting me. Did he feel bad that he couldn't protect Megan and feel the need to protect me?

"I'll page her right away." Jamie said, still watching me knowing I wasn't okay.

"Nathan, you can go now. Wilson can take care of me." I said softly, barley loud enough for him to hear.

"No. I hurt you. I'm staying right here." He whispered back. I swallowed hard, because it sounded like he wasn't just staying because he hurt my wrist. He probably didn't mean it that way anyways. I'm just crazy and I miss him.

We stood there for a minute or two in silence, until we saw Wilson walking up to us. "Dr. Grey you paged?" She asked, then raised an eyebrow noticing how close Nathan was to me.

"Yes she did, she fell and hurt her wrist. She says she is fine but I think she should get an x-ray to be sure." Nathan answered before I had the chance to talk for myself.

Wilson looked toward my hand, that was definitely swollen and starting to bruise. "I, uh, why didn't you page ortho?"

"Well, you spent a bunch of time on ortho, you are our best resident, and I didn't want to busy an attending for nothing." I glared at Nathan. "It's just probably bruised, but he wanted to get a scan to be sure."

She blushed a little at the "best resident" part. She took my hand to look at it closely. I winced when she applied so pressure. "Well, I will say that you do look like you need a scan." She gave me a reassuring smile and gestured me to follow her to x-ray. Of course, Nathan wouldn't leave my side. He was still in a boot for his broken leg and hobbled a little, so we ended up getting there a few minutes after Wilson.

After the x-ray, Wilson said to go wait in an exam room while she looked over the scans. Nathan was still by my side as we walked toward the exam room she told us to go to. As I was walking to sit on the table, I stumbled a little, and grabbed Nathan's arm to steady myself. He furrowed his brows but helped me to get onto the table.

I soon as I sat down, I felt his eyes on me. "Mer, seriously are you okay? You look a little pale."

"I, uh, am a little dizzy." I whispered back.

"Did you hit your head?" He fired back at me, getting a little frustrated.

"No, no. I had got food poisoning at lunch yesterday and haven't really eaten anything today. My blood sugar is probably low and the last time I threw up was this morning. Maggie and Alex are both fine now, just me and Amelia were still throwing up this morning."

"Are you sure it's just food poisoning? You should do a blood test to sure."

"A blood test won't be necessary. I know my body, and I know I am fine." I said in an annoyed tone.

"Then why did you come in to work?" He questioned, growing concerned.

"Webber had the day off, and Bailey pushed off her patients on me because of the the fire. She has had a lot of paperwork to catch up on and plenty of meetings discussing what happened and how to prevent it and stuff like that."

"Still, you shouldn't have came in if you were sick." He stated. He took his hand and felt my forehead. "Well, you don't have a temperature, you still feeling nauseous?"

"Nope. I'm fine, just like I told you. I just haven't eaten thing all day and should probably do that." I smiled to make him more convinced I was fine.

"Well, after we find out about your wrist do you want to go to the cafeteria and grab some lunch?" He asked softly, sounding unsure if it was okay.

"Sure." I gave him a reassuring smile.

Just as I was about to say something else, Wilson came through the door with my scans and a smile on her face. "Meredith, you are lucky. It's not fractured or broken. But you will have to abstain from surgeries for a couple days, depending how fast it heals. It's sprain so I just want to wrap it a little, and to also make you less tempted to use it till it heals."

"Oh, that's good. Wilson, I'll wrap her wrist, so you can actually go and learn something." Nathan smiled to her. I just looked up at him, unsure why he still wouldn't leave me.

"Alright, then. Here is the wrap, you do remember how to do it right?" She asked jokingly.

"Of course." He smiled back. She quickly left the room, leaving the two of us alone again.

As he started to unwrap the wrap, I decided to question him. "So, I saw you pacing for several minutes and looking into a patients room. Is there something going on?"

He stopped for a moment and looked at me. "It is uh," He paused, "Megan's room." He bit his bottom lip and started to wrap my wrist.

"Megan?" Is all I say, not wanting to bring up a hard subject if he doesn't want to.

He stopped wrapping my wrist once again, and looked to the floor. "Megan was going to be released today. She supposed to go home." His voice broke on the word "home", and I just reached out to touch his arm reassuringly with my right hand.

"You don't have to tell me, if you don't want to. It alright." I whispered.

He looked up at me, and into my eyes. I bit my lip to stop myself from thinking about jumping him right here. He needed someone to talk to, not sex. That would only make things way more confusing and messy.

"She uh, had a really bad PTSD attack. Really bad. Someone dropped a food tray in her room, her last food tray, and it scared her. She locked herself in the bathroom and wouldn't let anyone in. Once they got the door open, she threw everything she could find at them. She also broke the mirror in the bathroom, and went after them with the pieces of broken glass. She kicked, punched, and screamed. They had to sedate her, and decided it was best not to send her home just yet. She got a bunch of cuts and bruises. They want re-evaluate her mental status before sending her home. Owen wanted her closer to home, so she was brought here. Right now, she isn't in psych, but she could end up there by the end of the day." A tear fell down his face as he finished talking. He clipped the wrap so it would stay on and took a step back.

"I'm sorry, are you okay?" I asked, and tried to read his face. I couldn't tell if he was upset, angry or what.

"I'll be fine once she is better." He responded, now sitting in one of the chairs.

We sat in silence for a few minutes, until I was paged to the ER for a consult. Some how Nathan ended up with my phone, and read aloud that it wasn't emergent. He got up and walked toward me before I could get off the table. He smirked a little, and I could tell his mood changed.

He looked at my wrist, and took my hand in his. "Now, be careful. This is the best wrapping of a wrist that I have done." He smirked again.

"No, I think I'm going to walk on hands to my consult." I responded sarcastically.

"Well, you better get going, don't want to be late." He smiled, and let go of my hand to help me down. He pulled me close to him and kissed my forehead. I immediately pulled away and gave him a confused look.

"What was that for?" I asked.

"Well, they say if you kiss something it will make it better." He smiled. I missed the flirty side of him, but now wasn't the best time to be all flirty with what's going on with Megan.

"Well, you are supposed to kiss the spot that is hurt." I smile and slapped his arm, flirting anyways.

He leaned in right next to my ear, so close I could feel his breath on my neck. It gave me goosebumps. "There are so many other places I'd rather kiss." He quickly spun around and left the room. Leaving me with my mouth open, and even more confused about our relationship.

After a minute or so of just standing there, I decide to go to Bailey's office and tell her that I will have to push all of my surgeries unless she wants to take them. I knock softly on her door, and hear her respond with a "come in."

Without looking up from the papers she was reading she said "What Grey?"

"I just wanted to let you know that I am pushing all of my surgeries back because I sprained my wrist."

She looked up and I could instantly read her face. She was giving me a "what happened" look.

"I fell and landed on my wrist. I just wanted to let you know." I said softly.

"You did this in the hospital didn't you?" She quickly asked. I just nodded, not sure where she was going with this. "Oh Grey, you are filling out the accident report, not me. I've got enough paperwork." She smiled, and quickly looked through her drawer for a piece of paper before handing it to me. "Bring this back to me by the end of the day, and you can take the rest of the day and tomorrow off." She said before shoeing me out of her office. With the paper in my hand, I ran to the nearest bathroom. I just looked in the mirror at myself, and wondered, did this day really happen, or was I dreaming? I turned on the water and splashed some cold water in my face. I looked back up at the mirror.

No, I am not dreaming.

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