Hi, I'm in the writing mood today. So, I'm writing like a lot. Also, cliffhangers. Gotta love them. My school is gonna open so I won't be able to update as much, very sorry. And enjoy, this chapter is gonna be so fun to write. I'm so excited. All the feelings will be resolved in this one and you hopefully won't kill me just yet.

"Where the hell were you?" asked Meredith, she had changed into her clothes and was waiting for Derek. Derek had just pulled up his car into the parking lot. Meredith could see the visible dent on his car, and was surprised because Derek was usually a artful driver. As Derek got out of the car, something was wrong, Meredith could tell something was just off. Derek looked distraught, his breathing was fast, his walk even staggery. "Derek, what's wrong ?!" asked Meredith in concern as she gave him a hand. "I love you so much." he said as he hugged her. "Okay" said Meredith, very surprised at this "So, you're in shock."

Derek said nothing. His breaths still fast. "Derek, calm down, okay? Calm down." she said and Derek tried to take more full, more deep breaths. "Are you okay?" asked Meredith with concern. "Yes" said Derek, looking at her, even giving her a small smile. "What happened ?" Asked Meredith, she was getting quite annoyed by his lack of response. "I was almost in an accident." said Derek. Meredith's expression changed. "Are you OK now ?" asked Meredith. "Yeah" said Derek much more calmed down now and back to his normal self. "How did the appointment go? Is everything alright?" asked Derek as he took a lock of her hair and placed it behind her ear. She didn't want to tell him. He looked so out of place, she didn't want to tell him, but she had to. These were his children too. "Let's talk about it later." said Meredith. Maybe another time

As they were both ready to go back home, the pager beeped. There had been a highway pileup with a lot of casualties. As a gonna-be-mother Meredith knew that she should tell Derek but as a doctor, she knew, she used to save lives. "We don't have to go, you know ?" said Meredith. "No" insisted Derek "It's a beautiful day to save lives." He gave her a McDreamy smile and she smiled back. Yep, the doctor is in.

There was a rush in the hospital and something about the rush calmed down Meredith. She knew that lives were at stake and that this was a chaos but she was calm. You're always the calm in between of the chaos Derek had said and that was true too. She walked into the trauma room. And the familiar feeling of rush around her made her happier, almost like smiling, but she couldn't, could she? That would be insensitive. The man on the table was a John Doe, 26, Male, Caucasian, he was allegedly the drunk driver who had caused the whole incident. " " she heard Owen Hunt calling her name, "I'm just waiting on a neuro consult and I have a surgery to go to. There seems to be nothing wrong with him. Could you wait here, I need to go."

He said and exited the room without waiting for a reply. The man was still unconscious. Wasted youth thought Meredith. Although he was 26, he looked strong enough overpower a giant. Meredith found some prescription pills in his pocket. She turned away from him, and was checking the label. It turns out that he was Mr. Stephen McCellan. And the prescription pills were for mild dissociative disorder. She heard a groan from behind her.

She turned to see that Stephen had stood up from the table and was now looking at her "Where am I ? I wanna go home." said Stephen in a groggy voice. A concussion maybe thought Meredith. "Sir, you are in a hospital. You were in an accident." said Meredith as she tried to get him back to the table. "Liar" said Stephen, as she fought off her hands and pushed her back "You lying bitch. Tell me where the fuck am I ?" Demanded Stephen. He did have mild dissociative disorder and probably he had forgotten the part where he was in an accident. Stephen was twice her size, and was now he was advancing towards her. "Sir, please let's get you back on the table." But it seemed like Stephen didn't like being told what to do.

He jerked her backwards, pinning her to the wall. And put his hands on her neck, strangling her. Meredith couldn't breathe. She was gasping for air, but she couldn't breathe. He finally let go of her after a minute or so, and she fell on the ground limp, coughing trying to take in air. All she could think of was her baby, her babies didn't deserve this. They had done nothing wrong. As she fell down, Stephen kicked her back, and kept kicking. All the while just saying "Don't you fucking tell me what to do!". She was worried about her children, that was all she could think about. Not herself, just her children. She should have just gone home, home, where she would have been safe with Derek.

Derek was paged to Trauma Room 5. He had to run there, he had just finished my homework wup a consult. There was so much noise around him. Sound of people shouting, monitors beeping and the simple humm coming from the monitors of the people who were no more. As Derek entered the Trauma Room, he was horrified at what he saw.

A man in his 20s was repeating the same sentence over and over "Don't tell me what to do! Don't tell me what to do!" and he was kicking a woman in the back. And that woman was Meredith. He didn't know what to do. He recognised the man, the man was the one with whom he had had such a close call. And Derek could have very well been in a trauma room just like this one if he hadn't noticed the car. He was the drunk who had almost killed him and now that drunk was kicking his fiancée, the mother his children again and again. He had to stop this.

"Stop it!" he said as he lunged towards the drunk man. He got into a struggle with him, but was able to overpower him and the man collapsed on the table, going unconscious. He directed his attention to Meredith. Her eyes were still open, but they they were red now. He could hear her moaning softly in pain. "Stay with me, Meredith." he said, tears rolling down his face as he called for help.

Meredith felt a surge of pain overtake her body. The man, Stephen, was kicking she and she only wished the well-being of her children. She didn't care about herself, if her Hypertension wasn't cured, she would die anyway because of placental abruption but she didn't want her children to be harmed. They were innocent, hell , they weren't even born yet. And this was just cruelty. She saw Derek open the door and he almost froze. She saw Derek fight Stephen and she saw Stephen fall unconscious on the bed. She saw everything, but she couldn't move. She couldn't talk, she tried to, but she couldn't. Was this brain damage? she thought to herself. Then Derek leaned next to her, looking in her eyes as she looked in his. His eyes were tearing up and were watery now. He was crying, tears rolling down his cheeks. All of this was heartbreaking, but seeing Derek cry was the most heartbreaking. She couldn't breathe, as bad as she wanted to, she couldn't.

Oh My God! I love you all, don't hate me for this. But I loved writing this chapter, writing intense scenes is very very fulfilling. And also, the next chapter will be filled with guilt . And also, I wanted to add a piece of season 12 in it and see how Derek would react….cause Derek wasn't there. So, I did a little mixing. Please don't unfollow!

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Love, Allison