Meredith fell back to sleep before I could even begin to form any semblance of reassurance. I wasn't really sure what to say to her. I'd called her a bad mother, had implied she was a terrible doctor and had been downright cruel. I'd broken the promises of the post-it and had torn all my hard work. dedicated to convincing her that she deserves good things. to pieces. The emotional walls were back, strong as ever. For awhile I just sat on the side of the uncomfortable hospital bed and watched her sleep. Her face was starting to heal. The swelling had gone down significantly and she could open her right eye again. Mark had put his very best work into fixing all the road rash and was very optimistic about the minimal scarring. I still thought she looked beautiful though. She seemed so much more peaceful when she slept. Her face relaxed and the worry lines disappeared. I loved watching her sleep, and as creepy as she claimed it to be, it was the truth. Eventually the aches and pains of reality set in and I had to stand up and stretch. Just as I was settling back into the chair, the sliding door opened, and Richard walked in. He nodded at me before grabbing her chart off he end of the bed.
"I just wanted to check up on her." he clarified in attempts to break the silence. I nodded but said nothing. "Has she been okay?" Richard tried again.
"She had a nightmare earlier, but she calmed down pretty quick." I shook my head an averted my eyes to the floor. I ran my hands over my face and looked back at Richard. "I don't know how to say I'm sorry. I know I've done all these terrible things and I was in the wrong but I can't say I'm sorry because I'm to damn proud or sorry just doesn't cover it." I bowed my head in shame to avoid Richard's sympathetic look. He sighed before speaking up.
"I'd start with I'm sorry and just go form their. Actions speak louder than words." Out of my peripheral vision I saw him replace the chart and head for the door "She's recovering nicely. We might be able to transfer her to step down in a couple of days if we can get her moving around and maybe drinking something." Richard nodded before turning for the door.
"Thank you." I whispered, grabbing Meredith's hand and stroking her knuckles softly. I don't know what he did next but the door closed and I was all alone with sleeping Meredith again.
It was a few hours later before Meredith started to stir. By this point, I had gone down to the cafeteria and gotten myself something to eat as well as some ice water for Meredith. I'd debated calling my mother but I didn't want her to see the disappointment I'd become so I waited on that. I'd also made a very quick trip home to pick up a change of clothes and toiletries for myself and pajamas and some entertainment for Meredith. And now I watched as her nose crinkled slightly, her breathing became shallow, and her eyelids began to flutter. I felt nervous because there was no reason not to apologize this time. But before I could bury myself in worry and nerves her eyes were completely open and looking at me.
"H-hi" She whispered, her voice laced with sleep.
"Hey" I give her a reassuring smile and squeeze her hand. "How are you feeling?" Meredith shrugged her shoulders but then grimaced.
"Ouch" She grumbled. I reached up and pushed some loose hair out of her face.
"I know I'm sorry." I whispered quietly. Richard's earlier words echoing in my head.
"S'not you...your fault." She mumbled, blinking lazily.
"It...kind of is." I glanced down at my hands preparing for my big speech. "You got hit by a car while shopping for our family because you were trying to prove you're a fantastic mother because I accused you of being a bad mother in a moment of fury. I'm really sorry Meredith because nothing I said was true and you didn't deserve anything that happened to you. I can't apologize for the bastard driving the car but I am so sorry for my actions that led up to this. I love you and Zola and we can fix this. I promise." At this point she is full blown crying and it broke my heart.I began wiping tears from her eyes gently.
"I-I...love you." She cried. "I...m'sorry I...wrecked you...your...work." I wrapped my arms around her shaking figure as her tears soaked through my shirt. I rocked her back and forth and repeatedly reminded her to breath until full blown sobs turned into quiet hiccups and her iron grip on my shirt relaxed. She let go all together and leaned back into the pillows. I stayed seated on the side of her bed, gently running my fingers across her cheek. She shivered a little and crossed her arms over her chest, or at least, as best she could.
"Are you cold?" I asked. She nodded slightly. "I grabbed you some sweatpants from home and I'll have a nurse bring you another blanket." I got up and gave the nurse my request before my attention turned back to Meredith. She was still shivering and her eyes were a little glassy. I placed the back of my hand on her forehead and pursed my lips at how warm she felt. The nurse returned with the blanket. "Can you get me a thermometer please?
"Right away Dr. Shepherd/" The nurse disappeared and once again my focus was back on Meredith.
"Hey" I shook her shoulder slightly. "Do you feel okay?" She turned her head in acknowledgement but didn't say anything. Her eyes were distant and there were beads of sweat forming on her brow. The nurse returned with the thermometer and I wasted no time swiping it across her forehead and behind her ear. It beeped and the tiny screen displayed her temperature. 103.7 that's dangerously high. I turned to the nurse.
"Page Bailey, Hunt and the Chief NOW!"
A/N CLIFFHANGER! I know it's been to long and I don't have an excuse but I'm trying to be more regular so hopefully this won't take so long to update again. So Derek apologized and now Meredith is almost dying again. Keyword is almost. Please drop a review because it makes me really happy. Also check out my new story Forgotten Conversations because that would also make me happy. Finally please please PLEASE check out the poll on my page because if you do it will make you happy in the long run. REVIEW