Derek walked into the attending lounge where he was told his for was. After learning about Maggie and how her and Meredith were sisters, he needed to know if she was okay.
He opened the door and saw his wife sitting on the couch, staring blankly ahead of her. Meredith look towards his, and Derek realized how exhausted she was.
Meredith got up to leave until he stopped her. "Nope. Stay here. We are not fighting. I'm putting a halt on the fighting." He said.
Meredith scoffed. "God, Derek, you don't get to do that! You don't get to decide when we stop fighting, when we're moving. What if I'm not done fighting?" She asked angrily.
"Oh, it's not done. This is gonna on and on for a while. But right now, we're gonna have a truce." He replied calmly.
"A truce? Why?" Meredith asked with an eye roll.
"You have a sister. You losing her, Meredith, and you shouldn't." Derek said, noticing the way she averted when contact with him.
"You have a sister and you don't tell me? When stuff like this happens, you gotta let me know. We put all our crap aside and we.....I need to know if you're okay. Are you? Are you okay?" Derek asked, Meredith sitting down on couch, Derek on the other side of it.
"Richard and ellis had a kid." She started. "I mean, I remember moving to Boston, I remember basically hiding out in the house. And she cried a lot. Her water broke in the kitchen, and that scared me because it reminded me of the blood in the kitchen when she slit her wrists." Meredith explained, her chest getting tight at the end.
Derek's face turned sympathetic and he reached out to grab her hand. "And-and I remember we went to the hospital. A social worker came and took me. I stayed in a house for a few days, and like back with my mother like nothing happened."
"She tried to kill herself?" Derek asked, frowning. "Not exactly. I talked about this with Dr Wyatt. You and her are the only people who know. And Richard." Meredith replied.
"In front of you?" He questioned, trying to wrap his mind around it.
As Meredith closed her eyes, she saw the blood in the kitchen. She saw her mothers eyes closing, a smile on her face. And her breaths became faster.
"Mer?" He asked, noticing her change of demeanor. "I'm-im fine." Meredith choked out, all while knowing she was definitely having a panic attack.
"It's okay, Mer. It's okay." Derek soothed, walking around and sitting next to her. Meredith let the first tear drop, and the floodgates opened. Each of her sobs was like a dagger to his heart.
"You're okay. It's okay. I'm right here." He said softly, pulling her against his chest. "She-she.....and I...." Meredith cried.
It was clear that Meredith never really talked to anyone about what her mother did, aside from Dr Wyatt.
"I know. I got you. Just calm down." Derek said in a soothing whisper. "I-I'm not like her. I love you. Please don't.....don't do anytning like that." Meredith pleaded.
"Never, Mer. I love you so much, okay? I'm sorry I compared you to her. You are nothing like her aside from being a brilliant surgeon, okay? I love you." He said genuinely, wiping a tear away.
Meredith put her head on his chest and let him comfort her.
No matter how mad the two of them were at each other, their love always overpowered it.
