I'm not a doctor so I don't know if any of these things are real (or at least, are dealt with in this way). Sorry for any mistakes, enjoy!

"So what are you telling me?"

Derek Shepard looked at the pretty, twenty something girl sitting opposite him. This was the only part of the job he hated. "You have a tumor in your brain that was previously benign which is why it hasn't been detected until recently but which now appears to have become malignant."

"You don't have to hide behind medical terminology Doctor Shepard. What are my options?"

"Normally I'd say we need to operate immediately and remove it. Because it's buried so deeply in your occipital lobe your survival are very small."

"How small is 'very small'?" the girl asked.

"About 10-15%."

Jessica closed her eyes and leaned her head back. This wasn't supposed to be happening to her. The rest of the world knew her as Jessica Hall, lead singer of the multiplatinum selling band 'Wall Street & Broadway'. She was 27, the world was supposed to be hers for the taking. But right now she was just Jessica Hall, a young woman with a nearly inoperable brain tumor. She felt sick. "How long do I have if I choose not to have the surgery?"

"Ordinarily I'd say 18 months, but with your schedule," Derek looked at the chart. She may have been just another patient inside the hospital, but outside she had engagements in Los Angeles, New York, London, to say nothing of her day to day life. "With your schedule I'd cut that number in half." He watched as Jessica struggled to absorb what he had just told her. "I'm very sorry, is there anyone you can call?"

Jessica swallowed the bile she felt rising in her throat. She immediately thought of her band mates. They were her family, how was she supposed to tell them she'd be dead in 9 months?

"I'll give you some privacy." Derek said and slipped out of the room.

Forcing herself not to cry, she picked up the phone and started dialing.

"Robby Collins, 11 years old, scheduled for an appendectomy." Jo rattled off as she, Alex, and Meredith filed into the patients room. In the bed was a bright eyed young boy, laughing as a young man who looked like an older version of Robby allowed himself to be beaten by the young kid at a video game. Jo smiled as the older man ruffled Robby's hair. "He's probably Robby's older brother." She thought.

"Nice to meet you Robby, I'm Doctor Grey and these are doctors Karev and Wilson," Meredith introduced them. "We're the ones who are going to hopefully make you feel a lot better."

"Am I gonna get to go home soon?" Robby asked.

"Not tonight buddy but Dr Grey, Dr Wilson, and I are gonna get you out of here as soon as we can." Alex made a face at the young boy, causing him to dissolve into a fit of giggles. The young man sitting next to him smiled and held out his hand to the doctors.

"Zach Collins, I'm Robby's father."

Jo tried not to let the surprise show on her face. He looked like he couldn't be much older than she was and she was only 27. As if reading her mind, Zach smirked a little.

"Robby's mom and I had him when we were teenagers. Not exactly the smartest plan but it left me with this little guy so I guess it all turned out alright."

"We have his surgery scheduled for this afternoon so we'll likely keep him overnight for observation and release him sometime tomorrow." Meredith said to the man.

"Eww, hospital food!" Came the voice from the bed.

"Oh I don't know, tonight's pizza night," Alex chuckled as Robby's eyes lit up. "If I was in the hospital, I'd want to be here on pizza night."

Zach turned to Meredith. "Will I be allowed to stay overnight with him? It's just the two of us."

Meredith nodded. "Not a problem, we'll have a nurse bring in a pillow and blanket for you."

"Thank you Doctor Grey."

Next part on its way, reviews are, as always, much appreciated.