"No," Derek says, grabbing her around the waist before she can get to it. "It’s late, the house is the cleanest I’ve seen it in months," He remarks, glancing around, "And I really just want to go to bed with my wife before we get woken up in an hour," Derek says, lifting her in his arms. "So I say you come with me now, and we’ll worry about that later," He says, going towards the stairs.
"Derek…" she sighs, pulled back as Derek wraps his arms around her waist. "Yeah, thanks to Allison who did it in my absence." Turning around, stuck in his arms, she locks gaze with him. And staring still for a bit, she sighs. "Fine…" she mutters, giving in. She then grins as he lifts her up in his arms and makes his way to the stairs.
Derek shakes his head for a moment, his head buried in his hands. He can’t talk about this anymore, can’t think about it right now. He just wants to be home with wife and kids. “Let’s just go to bed,” He yawns, standing up from the couch, gently pulling him up with her. “I just want to go to bed.”
Nodding, Meredith pulls back. “You go ahead, I’ll join later. I’ve to fold this, I’ll be up right after.” she says, as she pulls herself up and goes back to the pile of clothing. She knew that if she didn’t do it now, she wouldn’t do it later because things would just add up.
"Mer, you’ve met my sister," Derek sighs. "She’s not exactly the most optimistic person, especially knowing what she knows," He mutters.
"When we weren’t sure if he’d wake up, for the first time, thinking about it…I realized that if he died, I’d understand why Amelia couldn’t handle it. For the first time, I’d understand giving in and numbing herself so she didn’t have to feel," Derek admits. "Because if it was you…" He shakes his head, pushing his fingers through his hair.
"Which is why you have to be so for the both of you." Meredith says, pulling away and looking down at him. "She needs all the positive energy she can get. Starting with you." she mutters. Frowning, she shakes her head and reaches out for his head, which she holds in her hands. "I’m right here, stop picturing me in such a position. I’m right here, and I’m fine." She pauses, frowning still, then whispers, "Stop it."
Derek wraps his arms around Meredith, quiet for a moment, before he whispers. “She knows he may never remember. We all know that, you’ve been working with me in neuro for how long? He might never remember, Meredith.”
"Shh…" she whispers, rubbing his chest softly. "Nobody knows that. Only time will tell. We’ve got to stay optimistic."
"This is like torture for her, Mer. Painful torture and no one can help her. I’m sick of not being able to help her, I’m sick of just sitting there and watching her suffer. I wish I didn’t have to be afraid that it’ll be too much for her," Derek sighs, shaking his head.
Looking up, Meredith lets go of the shirt, pushes it all aside, making room for herself to sit next to Derek. And as she does, she turns to him and sighs. “Come here,” she says, pulling him in her arms, wrapping hers around him.