The Seventh Sense is Love

Being Discharged

When Meredith was allowed to take Derek home a few days later - he could still see. His vision wasn't perfectly clear - and it might never be - but at least he had partial sight. He wasn't living in complete darkness anymore. The closer he was to someone or something the better he could see the person or object. "I wonder if glasses would help."

"I don't know," Meredith said with a smile. She was still on cloud nine over the fact that he was all right. She was so grateful that he was alive. "We can schedule an eye exam and find out."

Derek grinned at her. He couldn't stop looking at her and touching her. Fortunately, she didn't mind. In a way it was as if they were starting new again. "I guess we can try an eye exam," he sighed.

"You don't want to? You just said -"

"Eventually, but not yet. I've had enough of being poked and prodded by Doctors for a while," he grinned and pulled her into his arms for a kiss.

"What about me?" Meredith asked when the kiss ended. She looked at him and smiled innocently, "I'm a Doctor. Do you want me to leave you alone, too?"

"Oh no, Dr. Shepherd," he chuckled and started kissing her neck. He gently bit her earlobe and whispered, "I definitely want a thorough examination from you."

Meredith giggled and wrapped her arms around his shoulders as they deepened their kiss. She had to adjust and accommodate for her growing belly but didn't mind a bit. Derek slipped his hands under her shirt to rub her back and had her groaning in appreciation. He pulled his lips from her and watched her facial expressions while he continued to rub. His mood shifted from sexual to wonderment as he watched her enjoyment.

She opened her eyes to see his intent gaze and smiled up at him. "Thank you for the back rub," she said, "it feels so good."

He frowned a little and asked, "Is your back hurting?"

"Yes, but less now that you're doing that."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Uhh," she sighed in pleasure as he applied more pressure to her lumbar. "I've been worried about you, watching your recovery closely and working, that's why."

"What?" Derek asked, "Your back has been hurting for days?"

She laughed and kissed his mouth again, "It's just a part of this stage of pregnancy, Derek. Don't worry, it's just mild aching and most of the time I can ignore it."

He grunted his reply and made her giggle again. She could protest and say it was nothing all she wanted but he'd be making certain she got daily back rubs for the duration of her pregnancy. And beyond if she still needed or wanted them.

The door to the room opened and Mark strolled inside. "Hello lovebirds," he said with his trademark smirk.

"Hi," Derek and Meredith said in unison.

"I'm here to spring you," he said to Derek, waving the discharge papers in the air.

"Good," Derek nodded.

"How's your vision?" Mark asked.

"Still here," Derek grinned. "I've already had a checkup in order to get out of here. So, don't even think flashing lights at me or anything else."

"Wouldn't dream of it," Mark chuckled. "I'll leave that up to your wife."

"Let's go," Meredith said.

"There's a wheel chair for the patient in the hallway," Mark stated.

"No way," Derek argued. "I don't need to be wheeled out of here. I'm not an invalid."

Mark glanced at Meredith and said, "You owe me five bucks."

"Fine," Meredith sighed and reached in her purse for her wallet.

"What? You two had a bet as to whether or not I'd protest the wheel chair?"

"Of course," Mark chuckled. "Your wife is a cheap skate. A five-dollar bet," he said and shook his head in mock disgust at Derek. "Can you believe that?"

Derek just shook his head and chuckled. "You thought I'd be agreeable, Mer?"

"Yes," she said as she handed mark a five. "I guess I should've known better. Doctors really are the worst patients. Now, can you please get in the wheel chair so we can go home?"

"Fine," he sighed and stepped out of the room. He was so very grateful to be going home with his beautiful wife that he wasn't going to make another protest.