Grey's Anatomy OneShots

Little Grey one-shot

"Lexie Grey. I'm your sister."

Derek had Zola when I got the call. Good thing because I raced out of there so fast, I didn't even grab my jacket. It's 47 degrees (Fahrenheit) and raining too. It's rained a lot so there's lots of black ice on the roads. That's what they said the cause of the accident was.

Black ice.

We get lots of incoming traumas all due to the brooding black ice that lines the dark streets. You never imagine that one of those victims could ever be your own sister.

"You're not a girl I ever wanted to have to know."

Meredith hastily drives, yet not too fast as she doesn't want to be yet another to succumb to the tragedy of what her sister had. She felt like she got caught at every red light on the way to Seattle Presbyterian. She comes up to another light, and when it finally turns green the cars lined up in front of her start moving except for the one directly in front of her. She angrily beeped, and after a moment, the silver Honda slowly started to creep up as the light turned yellow. She could see the bright light of a phone screen as the car was turning, the light now red.

"Damnit!" Meredith screeched, tears clouding her vision and a violent hand slamming down on the stealing wheel.

Breathe.

The light turns green again and she's on her way, again.

"I still love you, whether you are capable of letting me or not."

I pulled into a parking space. I couldn't quite tell if I was centered between the painted yellow lines, but I didn't m give it a second thought as it was dark and I had more important things to concern myself with.

The cold nipped at my shivering arms through the holes in my oversized sweater. My jeans had rips at the knees letting the icy air seep through. At least my feet were warm, snug inside my brown boots with plaid lining the edges screaming 'fall'.

I hugged my arms close to my chest as I trekked up to the front door of the hospital. I felt a blast of warm air walking through the automatic doors. It was quite pleasant for a moment. A moment where I forgot about messing with the Alzheimer's trial. A moment where I forgot all about Derek's resentment and hatred towards me. A moment where I forgot about my sister potentially dying. As soon as that fraction of a second came, it was over, and I craved it. I yearned for more. I clawed and scratched at the remaining prices of the fragment of time hoping to catch it again. At that moment, I wasn't Meredith Grey. I was a ghost of me, floating up ahead watching the shell of a woman who'd been torn down and burned into a pile of broken ash.

I quickly spot the reception desk.

"Can you tell me where Alexandra Grey is, she's my sister."

"I do know what it's like to have a sister. And it's good."

'Third floor, ICU' the old, grey-haired lady had said. Meredith hopped on the elevator and closed her eyes, hoping, praying. The soft country music that played through the speakers irritated her. It sounded so happy and lively. Meredith cringed. She doesn't even like country music.

After what felt like a century, the elevator dinged and the doors peeled open, revealing a cream-colored hallway with aluminum tile. She could see a nurse's station to the far left and a couple of gurneys to the right. There was a sign hung on the wall with the three letters, 'ICU'.

Meredith blinked

"You're not crazy, Lexie. You're a grey."

I stumbled off the elevator and I'm stopped by the lady behind the desk.

"Name?"

"Uh, I'm here for Alexandra Grey. I'm Meredith Grey, her sister.

"Room 323." I nodded, unable to force even the tiniest thank you smile. I'll smile when I know Lexie's going to live.

I hear my shoes click against the tile, zippers bouncing as I scan the numbered plaques next to every door. The periodic clicks become an echo as my mind wanders off to odious scenarios.

They were very prevaricated with me on the phone, withholding the specific details of Lexie's condition. I have no clue what to expect when I see her. I don't know if she's breathing on her own or if she's awake and talking. She could be brain dead. I shrug off the wave of anxious dizziness and finally see the number I've been looking for. I wrap my shaking hand around the cold silver handle and turn it, holding my breath.

"Tell Meredith that I love her and that she was a good sister."

Lexie heard her door cream open and she blearily made out the concerned face of her sister. Lexie smiled.

"Hey," she croaked. Meredith practically melted with relief. Her legs turned to jello, almost completely giving way after being so tense and nervous for so long.

"Hey," she chuckled, hot stars pricking her eyes. "I was so worried, what the hell did you do?" She took a seat, not trusting her unstable legs to hold her up. Lexie blinked and took a shaky breath. "It's okay, you don't have to talk, just rest," Meredith cooed, grabbing her sister's pale hand. She noticed that luckily her hands and arms left the accident with just a few bumps and bruises. Meredith was very grateful for that.

Lexie drifted back to sleep and Meredith thanked whatever god there was, that he didn't take her sister.

I'm alive! 😂 This was requested by @scorpion432 and I know it's short but I wanted it to be kinda short and sweet. I hope you guys enjoyed! 💜 Btw, I'm working on the next chapter in Lavender Desires so hopefully that will be out this week!!