Dreams on Fire

Reunited

By the time she was settled down Derek had come to and was gazing at her with a slight smile. He was still in a haze from the drugs but he had heard everything. "So Mere," he managed to get out, his eyes slightly glazed over. She jumped at the sound of his voice, surprise all over face. "Derek!" she cried out, wanting to be gentle but at the same time wanting to kiss him everywhere she could. "You're awake! And aware! When did this happen?" she asked, her eyes shining. "Oh, just around the time you started emptying the contents of your stomach into the toilet," he sassed her, and she blushed deeply. "How far?" he asked. It hurt to talk so much, but he had so many questions, and she had all the answers. She looked down at her lap and bit her lip for a moment, before looking back up. "Around seven weeks. I was going to wait longer to tell you, until you were more stable, but apparently the force of my vomiting was enough to wake you up from your lovely drug induced sleep," she smirked slightly, kissing the back of his hand. "We're going to have another baby, and hopefully you'll be better by the time he or she arrives," she said proudly, sitting up straight. She knew she was giving him everything and anything he could have ever wanted.

He took a deep breath; his breath hitched every time he breathed, and he knew he must've had a cardiac injury, otherwise it wouldn't pain him to talk and breathe, but he had to know more about the baby, and more about what had happened to him. "When are you due Mer?" he asked, smiling a bit. "March 20th. First day of spring. Like Seattle has spring, but you know," she rambled, touching her stomach. Despite his current state, he was thrilled. He was proud. He had to push on, though. Taking another sharp breath, he asked the inevitable. "What happened to me? I remember...there was a car accident."

Meredith knew it was coming. She had known it was coming for four days but nothing truly prepared herself. She had imagined Amelia and Carolyn would have been in the room with her, but she was alone. "There were two accidents, Derek. You saved four people from the first one, you weren't involved. The second one....you were t-boned by an 18 wheeler. They brought you to this...horrible hospital. It was literally on the other side of the city, I'd never heard of it before. They didn't even have a trauma center. They actually debated whether to give you a head CT despite the fact that you had an obvious head wound, the freaking idiots!" she breathed, shaking her head. "You had a brain bleed. Chest wound. Abdominal wounds. Broken hand and forearm. Broken foot and leg. They had you under heavy sedation in a medically induced coma until this afternoon. You don't have any continuing head traumas however. Maggie had to do a cardiac repair, she said you'd be in pain for a bit and on oxygen for a bit but you'll heal properly. Callie says the bones will heal properly as well." Once she told him the extent of his injuries she burst into tears. She was a doctor; she knew well enough that the injuries could very well have killed him, and he survived. He was a fighter, he was her fighter. "Derek, I couldn't have lived if you have died," she sobbed, her tears splashing on his hand. "I don't know how to live in a world without you in it anymore," she confessed. Last week she had told him she would be able to give him up and now she was in full meltdown mode over how close she had been to losing him. "Mere...it's okay. I'm not going anywhere," he promised her, lifting his hand as much as he could to cup her face, caressing her cheek as he smiled. "I'm in a hell of a lot of pain and it's going to be an awful recovery but I'm not going anywhere. You're stuck with me. Forever. I'm deeply sorry about that," he joked, and she rolled her eyes. "Derek Christopher Shepherd you don't get to almost die and then joke!" she scolded, her tears starting up again. She was just a hormonal mess.

"Mer we should talk about things," he said seriously," wheezing a little as he managed to get the words out. Meredith snapped her head out, raising an eyebrow. "What do we have to talk about?" She said, leaning in a bit and biting on her lip, not really prepared for what he had to say. "I...I think we should talk about our will." Meredith's face crumpled and she felt like she was going to cry again. She didn't want to think or talk about this but at the same time...they were going to have three kids, and crazy things tended to happen to them. This was just the latest in a series of one in a million things that had happened in their life and she sighed. "Derek, do we have to do this now?" she said, biting down on her lip and looking at him, her thumb gently caressing the back of his good hand. Derek took in a breath, his eyes twinkling as he watched her, watched as she drew back inside herself, visibly upset and worried by his words. "Mere, I don't plan on going anywhere, I'm just saying...what if? I almost died a few days ago and what would have happened?"