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chapter 3

MEREDITH

I got it arranged for Derek to be transferred to Grey Sloan. it took a bit of convincing and some arguing but he eventually gave in, I did have to flirt with him a bit but at least I'll be able to check on Derek every day.

I walk down the hall and go back into Derek's room. "how's it going?" I ask while closing the behind me.

"it's boring in here, there's nothing to do," he says. "want to try walking again?" I ask. "again?" he asks. "want to try walking then?" I ask

"fine, but you better not let me fall," he says. "then you better not fall on me because I might step to the side," I say.

"I wake up from a two week coma and you threaten to let me fall?" he asks. "No... maybe, come on," I say as I pull his blanket down.

"careful," he says as I gently move his legs so they're hanging off the side.

"does my doctor know you're doing this? he might get mad," he says. "No, but I did just argue with him so they would transfer you so he might not be in the mood for arguing," I say.

"of course you're already pissing people off," he rolls his eyes as he puts his hands in mine. "it's what I do best," I say.

I gently pull his hands up so he's standing on his feet. "how's that feel?" I ask. "painful," he winces. his legs start to get a bit weaker before he sits back down on the bed.

"you did good, it's a start," I say rubbing his shoulder. "I'm never going to be able to surgery," he says.

"yes you will, you're hands are fine," I say. "I can't operate sitting down," he says. "yes, you can, you'll be fine," I say.

"when are they transferring me?" he asks, changing the subject. "as soon as possible, tomorrow," I say.

"does anyone else know?" he asks. "No, but I think I should call Amelia, she almost killed me for not telling you died, she'd probably punch me if you showed up to Grey Sloan without warning," I say.

"you still talk to Amelia?" he asks. "of course. she still lives with me and the kids," I say. "really?" he asks.

"yea," I say sitting in the chair next to him. "has she gone back to drugs yet?" he asks. "No? she's doing just fine, she's thriving actually," I say.

"Amelia? thriving? I find that hard to believe," he says, laying back in his bed.

"well, she is. she's happy, she's working, she's found someone and she's in love," I say.

"Amelia's in love? is it another addict?" he asks. "No, Derek. I've met this person before she did," I say.

"maybe," he sighs. "I'm going to call her," I say standing up. I kiss his head before I leave the room.

I take my phone out of my pocket and dial in Amelia's number. "Hello?" Amelia says.

"hey, are you busy?" I ask. "umm, mm, a little, w-why?" she asks. "I-" I say before I hear a few noises in the back round.

"Amelia, are you having sex while you're talking to me?" I ask. "you answered my phone call when you and Nick were doing it!" she says.

"yea, don't remind me. this is going to sound a little crazy but Derek is alive and in D.C. we're at George Washington University Hospital, bye," I say before ending the call.

I put my phone back in my pocket and go back into Derek's patient room.

"what did she say?" he asks as I sit down in the seat next to his bed. "well, she was kind of in the middle of something but... I ended the call before she could answer," I say.

"I know, I heard the phone call, she's was having sex, and I also heard her say that you answered her phone call while you and Nick were having sex," he says.

"you weren't supposed to hear that," I say softly. "well, I did," he says. "I know, I'm sorry," he says.

"you shouldn't be, I'm glad you weren't alone when I wasn't there," he says.

"are you going to tell me what happened in the eight years you were gone?" I ask.

"No... not now... I don't know when," he says. "Okay, tell me when you're ready," I say.

I get a notification on my phone. I take it out of my pocket and see I have a message from Amelia.

she sent me multiple texts asking what I was talking about. I told her again that she should just come to D.C. and see for herself.

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