A Fight to Remember

Do You Know Who You Are?

A/N: TYSM, everyone! First time posting from the app, so we'll see how it works!

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Meredith

The orderlies pulled me into the cold OR. A wave of goosebumps prickled my skin all over my body. The gurney came up beside the surgical table and they beckoned me to scoot across. With a little help, I was transferred over. The nurses, some with familiar faces but names I couldn't remember, began sterilizing and draping, gently poking and prodding. I felt the blood pressure cuff around my arm and the pulse-ox monitor on my finger. I closed my eyes. I felt lost and alone… and scared.

I might not make it to the other side.

"Hey," a warm voice called, a hand brushed my cheek. I blinked. I knew that face. Warm, brown, and only the slightest bit of grey. I knew her. She was my sister. My other sister.

"Hi," I said. Suddenly a sob loosed from my lips.

"Mere, hey hey… shhh," her hands cupped my face. "You're scared, it's okay. I'm going to make sure you stay alive."

"Y-you're here."

"Yes," she said. Her gaze was intense and powerful. She believed it. She knew the outcome already.

"I remember…" Snow, warmth, laughter… turkey. Christmas? I took her hand, "Thank you for being there when I-,"

"Don't thank me, Mere, just wake up when this is all over."

"Okay," I said, feeling tired. Slowly, I blinked up at her again. What was her name? She was my sister… My other sister.

A big mask came up over my face and someone told me to count down from one hundred, I started… and then fog covered everything.

Disasters happen, tragedy strikes. People get lost.

xxx

The lake in the distance was the only thing visible besides bits of tree on each side of the path. Shuddering in the cold, I carried the pole and tacklebox in each hand and stepped carefully along the narrow path to the lake. At the dock, I scraped dirty mud off my converse sneakers and walked up to the edge. I stared out at the water. There seemed no end to the lake and the fog. They went on forever. Trees along the edge rustled in time with the wind. Mist unfurled over the waves, and everything else was still and quiet.

I plunked the tacklebox down and sat, dangling my feet over the edge.

"Now what you doin' out here? Ellis Grey never went fishing." A vaguely familiar voice complained. Beside me was a stout black woman wrapped in a deep green woolen shawl. She leaned back and stretched out her legs, revealing lavender painted toenails. Where did I know her from? She was a familiar somehow…

I crinkled my nose at the older woman… well, I supposed maybe I was older than her now. It had been decades since I'd seen her last. "It's quiet."

"You like quiet?"

I shrugged and rested the pole in my lap while I rooted through Derek's tackle box. I knew her… she was there long ago when I drowned. "Wait," I said, heart pounding. "I'm not dead already, am I?"

The woman… what was her name? Shook her head and laughed raucously against the silence of the lake. "No, honey, I just came to keep you company."

"Seriously?" So this wasn't an intervention thing? I hadn't fallen off the metaphorical edge? I didn't quite believe it.

"Seriously."