Save My Life

Chapter 10

3 Days Later

She woke up to the sound of her phone ringing and she sat up before looking at it. His name flashed on the screen and she picked up instantly. She held it to her ear and didn't hear anything for a while.

"Derek?" She whispered curiously.
"Something doesn't feel right." He said, his voice strained.
"Derek? What are you talking about?" She asked.
"Come here please. Key's under the mat." He choked out.

She didn't even think about how wrong it was, her boss calling her in the middle of the night, but she drives to his house and grabbed the key before unlocking it. She called his name but there was no answer and she ran through the house, looking through the many rooms he had. The very last room was his bedroom and she burst through the door.

He was laid on his bed, no shirt but he was still, his hand hanging off the bed. She saw the phone on the floor and ran to him, shaking him vigorously. He was cold and she shook her head as she called an ambulance. She pulled him onto the floor and checked his pulse before registering nothing.

"No you don't die, Derek." She shook her head and turned on his light before seeing that his lips were close to blue. His skin was white and pale when she started chest compressions. Tears flooded her eyes and her hands shook as she tried and after 30, she gently placed a hand on his forehead, pushing it back and she placed her lips against his, blowing oxygen into him. She watched his chest rise as she gave him her breath.

She checked his pulse again and this time, it was thready. The EMTs came in and lifted him onto a stretcher. She was gasping for air as they pulled her in and went to the hospital. She held an oxygen mask over his mouth before his eyes gently fluttered open, but slightly.

She held his hand and he nodded at her face. She sniffed and wiped her eyes with her elbow before nodding back. They got the hospital and she didn't let go of his hand even when they took him in for a venogram. His oxygen was replaced with local anesthesia, and he squeezed her hand as he gently closed his eyes. She squeezed back and then gently stroked his forehead and his hair, trying her best not to cry.

It only took 45 minutes and they told her that she had to let go and she grudgingly did as they took him into surgery for a clot in his thigh. She paced in the waiting room for two hours and when Cristina came out, she led Meredith to him. She waited for an hour and it was five in the morning when he started to wake up.

His hand found hers first and he squeezed it gently. His eyes opened later and she held the high flow oxygen against his mouth, refusing to let him talk. Her hands were shaking and he brought his free hand to hers on his oxygen mask.

He was panting and he took off the mask. He shook his head and his eyes moved to the water bottle she held. She nodded and raised the bed before opening it and she put a straw in it, gently letting him suck out the water. He did it too fast before he coughed and groaned. She took the water away and gently rubbed his chest.

"Meredith." He whispered, his voice hoarse and weak.
"Don't talk." She shook her head and sat facing him.

She sat in the curve of his body and gently stroked his jaw, their eyes locked. He closed his eyes and let out a soft sigh before he felt the scent of her getting closer.

"Listen to me; next time and don't leave against medical advice." He felt her lips rest on his forehead and when he opened his eyes again, she was curled in a cot.

She wanted to sleep but she couldn't escape the sight of him in her mind. His arm hanging off the mattress, his body bare and skinny, his lips blue, it all stained her mind.

He heard her phone ring and she woke up, picking up. She was talking to her boyfriend and Derek's eyes couldn't stop staring at her.

"Hey." She said, making the cot up. "No, I know we said breakfast today, but there was an emergency last night, I had to come in. I can still do dinner tomorrow night."