Abused

25| ABUSED

Meredith was still napping after Derek had carefully crawled out of bed and was reading a medical journal in the chair next to where she lay.

As he was reading he heard the machines start beeping. His head shot up as he looked over at Meredith where he saw her shaking as her face furrowed.

"Meredith, Meredith!" He tried waking her up but she continued to thrash around.

She finally shot up with a panicked look on her face. she looked at the wires in her arms, pulling them out before trying to get out of bed.

"Meredith, you can't get out of bed," he said standing up and picking her up.

"No. No. No. No. No. No" she repeated as she grabbed at her chest.

"Meredith, calm down" he sat back down in the chair with her on his lap.

"No. No. You're supposed to be dead" she cried

"What?" He asked confused as she buried her head into his chest, crying softly into it.

"Meredith, what happened?" He asked rubbing his fingers through her hair.

"I-I I had a dream that you died, Finn came back and saw you and he killed you" she sobbed into his chest.

He rubbed the back of her head and decided not to ask any more questions. He readjusted her on his lap to sit more comfortably. He slowly rocked her back and forth as she started to calm down at his soft words and the rubbing of his hands while she still had her face pressed into his warm chest.

After Meredith had calmed down, she found herself playing with the collar of his shirt. She felt comfortable in Derek's arms, he felt safe, like nothing bad would happen as long as he held her close. She could hear his heart beating as her ear lay right above it.

"I still look fat, it hasn't gone down" Meredith frowned as she ran her hand over the swollen bump.

"You still look beautiful" he whispered as he pressed his forehead to the side of her head.

"No I don't, how could I look like this. Stuck in a hospital and fat for no reason" she sighed

"Do you want me to page Addison so we can talk to her? Maybe she can tell us what's going on" he said placing his hand on the small bump.

"Yea, I wanna know why this lump of fat is here," she said looking down.

"Meredith, I don't think this is fat," he said rubbing his hand over it.

"What do you mean?"

"If it was fat it would be... fat, but it's not, it's hard. It's a swollen bump" he told her.

"Maybe it's a tumour" she suggested.

"You don't have a tumour," she said while pulling his pager off his waistband and paging Addison.

"what if it is something bad?" she asked looking up at him.

"It won't be anything bad" he reassured her.

"but what if it is? what if I die?" she said as she teared up.

"you're not gonna die," he said

"and what if I do?"

"you're not gonna die. You're gonna be just fine" he smiled at her.

"Okay," she sighed as she relaxed into his arms.