The Price of Love

Titanic

Alright...buckle up everyone, we're in for a wild ride.

~Meredith's POV~

I wake up this morning with a sinking feeling in my stomach. I use that as an excuse to stay in bed for an extra ten minutes. Which turns into fifteen minutes, and then twenty minutes. I hear my roommates outside my door, starting their day as usual, before someone's knocking on my door. I ignore it, and I hear my door open anyway.

"Come on Mer, get the hell up," Cristina groans, tugging at my blankets. It's no use, I have an iron grip on them.

"Get out."

"Why are you like this? You never sleep in."

"Something bad's gonna happen today."

"You're just being paranoid, what could possibly even happen today?"

"I could die."

"Really? You're gonna do this?"

"Yeah, I'm gonna do this. I could be walking to work and a sinkhole swallows me whole. Or I could get caught up in a tornado, get hit in the head with a stop sign, and then die."

"Meredith, I swear to God-"

"I could get my car stuck on the train tracks, just as a train shows up around the corner, and demolishes my car and I go flying out the window."

"There aren't any train tracks in Seattle. At least not around here."

"Maybe a giant, man-eating abominable snowman comes down from the mountains-"

"Meredith, that's enough," Cristina says, as she quite literally pulls me out of bed and onto the floor.

"Finally," she sighs. "It's about fucking time."

"I hate you. I really, really hate you," I say to her, sitting up and rubbing the bump on my forehead.

"Suck it up Princess, you're gonna be late."

I reluctantly get ready for the day, as I contemplate whether I can sneak back into bed and have someone cover for me, but Cristina watches me like a hawk. She's like the mother I never had, I laugh in my head.

I can't put a pin in it, but I would bet half my money that something will go wrong today. And before I stop myself, by thinking, "positive reinforcement will make the day positive, and the same with negative reinforcement," I decide it won't matter. Something is gonna go wrong, whether I like it or not. I have that feeling, I can't get rid of it.

George and Izzie hear all the commotion, and snicker about it over their breakfast.

"How's your head?" Izzie asks.

"It's perfectly fine, thank you."

"I completely disagree. She wouldn't get out of bed because she thinks something bad's gonna happen today."

"Nothing bad happens in Seattle," George mutters to himself.

"Hey, if she's got a feeling, she should trust it," Izzie says over her mug of coffee.

"Thank you! Why can't you just let me stay home?" I ask, looking at Cristina.

"I probably would've, if you weren't being such a big baby about it."

"Oh please, you just want brownie points with Teddy." Cristina rolls her eyes, and doesn't argue. I grab a bowl of cereal and hastily eat, while everyone else gets ready to leave.

I dress in my uniform and grab my bag to go to work. Luckily, I don't have a long shift today, so I text Addison:

Hey, do you wanna grab dinner after work?