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Meredith sat quietly on the edge of her bed, taking in every word he spoke. She sighed deeply, and shook her head. Why Mallory? She didn't deserve that, and her baby... the thought of someone abducting Zola or Bailey sent a shiver down her spine. She turned to Derek and watched as he climbed into bed beside her. She deliberated in her mind, what her actions were to be. Leave to find Cristina, or stay with Derek. "I'm so sorry, Derek."  She moved slowly back inside, and curled up against him. Cristina was alive, she was stable, and she'd see her as soon as she could. Right now, her husband needed her. 

A Brand New You / MerDer

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Phone Call / Twisted Sisters

Cristina: That they are. Your husband told me to stop being shiny and new before you come and see me. You'll feel better over time. It will be okay.

Meredith: Oh did he now? Well any state that isn't you in pain is fine by me. Yeah, it will be.

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Phone Call / Twisted Sisters

Cristina: Can't feel a thing. Pain meds are good. The nurse is quite surprised I'm not yelling at her. Are you sure?

Meredith: Pain meds are excellent. This time, yes. Absolutely. I'm not 100% yet, but it's a matter of time.

Meredith: Still can't believe this happened. Again.

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Are you kidding me? I'd kill to miss sleep for surgeries. 

I haven't slept this much in... ever.

Once you’re back at work you will be glad for every minute you can sleep.

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Phone Call / Twisted Sisters

Cristina: I feel frustrated. I need to shower and I want to get out of here. I'm still peeing in the bag. Oh, Derek told me what happened... How are you feeling?

Meredith: How's the pain? I'm fine.

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I haven't slept this much in... ever.

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Phone Call / Twisted Sisters

Cristina: Meredith. I was going to call you yesterday...

Meredith: I slept the entire day anyway. How are you feeling?

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Phone Call / Twisted Sisters

Meredith: Cristina...

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How's she doing?

Getting out of here.

She’d love to see you too.

[drmeredith--grey]

I'm busting out of this joint so you can either help me or... not. 

Getting out of here.

I could always update you. I can get her to call.

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Meredith shook her head, and wiped the tear that had fallen. She didn't want to talk about what happened, all she wanted to do was see Cristina. To know she was alive. To see her with her own eyes. "Mallory..." she tried to think back, but could remember nothing. "What happened?" She exhaled deeply. "I need to see Cristina." She made a move to rise from the bed, and got as far as placing her feet on the ground and placed her weight down upon them. She almost faltered, and found she needed the bed for support. She felt weak and tired, and she knew there was no way she'd make it out of the room by herself.

A Brand New You / MerDer

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Getting out of here.

I need to see Cristina.

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Meredith frowned as Derek turned away. What wasn't he saying? Her eyebrows then rose as he apologized and blamed himself. "Derek," she said softly. "It's not your fault. You asked me on more than one occasion what was going on." She sighed and placed a hand to her face, rubbing her tired eyes. "It's my fault." She continued, "I even told Cr..." suddenly, Meredith gasped, her eyes widened, and she looked down at her open palms as if there'd be blood soaking them. "Cristina..." she uttered shakily. Images flooded her mind, and she closed her eyes, memories rushing back. The shooter, shooting a man in front of them, turning his gun on Cristina... "no," she shook her head. Seeing Cristina fall to the floor, and the shooter aim at her own head, pulling the trigger only to hear the click of the now empty gun. A hot tear leaked from her eye. "Cristina."

A Brand New You / MerDer

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Her eyes widened as he began to laugh. "Stop laughing at me, Derek Shepherd. This is not funny." Her eyes narrowed and she leaned forward to lightly smack him on the upper arm. "The kids... Callie and Arizona? And a lot has happened?!" that thought struck her. "Are they back together? How long have I been asleep?" her eyes widened again and she shook her head. "You're not going to bring Zola in here a pre-pubescent are you? And Bailey isn't going to be walking and talking?" She looked at her husband. He didn't look older than she remembered. Tired. He looked tired, and worried. "What happened?" she suddenly felt guilty, that she hadn't been around when he'd needed her. She looked down. "I... was going to. If it didn't go away, I was going to. I just... didn't want to worry you. Didn't want it to be true. I'm sorry."  

A Brand New You / MerDer

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Her eyes widened at his last words. "Derek. You... you had me committed!" She looked at him incredulously for a moment, before her head fell back against the pillow. "Crap," she muttered under her breath and closing her eyes. "So I do have PPD. Great. That's freaking perfect." She shook her head slightly, in disbelief at how things seemed to go wrong at every given opportunity. "And you didn't answer me. Where are the kids?" 

A Brand New You / MerDer

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"Derek." Meredith looked up at Derek with tired eyes, confusion tugging at her features. Spokane? "Why, why am I here? What happened?" She glanced down at her body, and saw no obvious signs of injury, and felt no pain. Why she was hospitalized wasn't obvious at all. "Are you okay? Where are the kids?" she tried to sit up quickly, her eyes searching the room for their children. Her mind felt foggy, and she tried to make sense of her situation. She drew a blank. 

A Brand New You / MerDer

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A Brand New You / MerDer

Meredith began to stir from the sedation. She's slept for over thirty hours straight and had been fed intravenously. Her body became somewhat replenished from the weeks of sleep deprivation and malnutrition brought on by the baby blues, exhaustion from raising a newborn and a toddler, and grief over losing the only father figure she'd ever had, and most recently, experiencing the latest Seattle shooter. The lids of her exhausted eyes fluttered open, and as the unfamiliar room met her gaze, Meredith blinked once, twice. "Mm," she uttered sluggishly, as she moved her head. "Derek?" she said quietly. The room was dimly lit, and she propped her head up slowly in order to find signs of life. "Where am I?" she asked, to nobody in particular, hoping to hear her husband's voice.