Grey's Anatomy OneShots

2x17 Bomb

Meredith was just going to the bathroom. She'd been needing to pee for a while, so she figured she'd go right after she pulled that bomb out of that man's chest cavity. She didn't think the bomb would explode in front her her face, killing Dylan Young and the other bomb squad guy she never bothered to learn the name of. The blast knocked her backwards, her head slamming against the tile, her coccyx breaking with a painful crack.

As soon as Derek Shepherd heard the blast he rushed out of the OR, ripping off his gloves and surgical gown, disposing them into the bin. Tucker Jones' surgery was almost over anyways. Cristina could handle closing. She was a talented and capable young surgeon who always kept her cool. Though in a situation like this, he wasn't so sure, but he didn't have time to contemplate and evaluate his options and decisions. He just had to act. He had to make sure Meredith was still alive and breathing.

He bounded out into the hallway, running down the smoky corridor, searching for where they had taken the bomb that Meredith had held in her hand. He was taken slightly aback by the damage the bomb did when he reached the cite of the explosion. He knew bombs blew stuff up, but the damage was catastrophic.

His eyes scanned the hallway of ashes and left over flames for the little body he had come to know so well. It didn't take long before his eye caught the familiar light blue, now darkened from ash, soot, and blood. He wasted no time running over to his breath of fresh air, kneeling down, and assessing her injuries. She had several lacerations by her hairline, one of them too deep for his liking. He noticed the small pool of dark red forming under her head. He fearfully tore off her scrub cap and gently lifted her head to reveal a large gash in the back. Alarmed, he lifted her eyes lids to examine her pupils. The right one was blown. Shit, he thought.

"Mer, Meredith? You need to wake up. Mer, baby I'm so sorry," Derek cried, about to pick her up before her eye lids fluttered, and she painfully moaned.

"Meredith, Mer say something," he pleased as Meredith squeezed her eyes causing little creases her bloodied forehead.

"Derek?" Her voice was barely above a slurred whisper. "Icantmove... hurts." Her eyelids dropped again and Derek grew more worried.

"Mer, you have to stay awake-"

"Ithurts," she moaned.

"I know, but you have to stake awake. Can you feel this," he asked as he squeezed her foot hidden in her shoe.

"Mhm... Icanfeeleverything... justhurtstomove." Derek was slightly relived that she wasn't paralyzed at least.

"What does your head feel like? Crushing, squeezing, throbbing, splitting..."

"Squeezingnthrobbing," she moaned, grimacing.

"Okay, I'm gonna pick you up. It's probably going to hurt, Meredith, but you have to stay awake. Please, for me." Meredith nodded and took a deep breath. Derek slid his arms underneath Meredith and carefully started to lift her. She was as light as a feather, so it wasn't a problem for him. Meredith scrunched her face and groaned, panting. Derek felt bad, but she needed to get downstairs.

"Throwup," she murmured. Derek quickly turned her while she emptied her stomach contents. She could barely catch her breath as Derek hoisted her up once more, cradling her in his arms. Her head hung limp over his left arm and her stick like legs dangled off his right.

"Meredith," Cristina gasped as she appeared from around her corner.

"Right pupil's blown, she has a brain bleed, slurred speech, bad head pain, and pain when moving.

"Cr'stina," Meredith moaned.

"Mer, god." Cristina ran up to her person and rested her hand on her arm. She felt as if an anvil had dropped to the bottom of her stomach when she caught sight of all the blood on her best friend, her partner in crime, her person.