Meredith Grey-Shepherd
Surgeon, wife, mother.
TheBigGrey

The D Day || Allison and Meredith [Feat. Derek]

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It was scaring her, now, that he wasn’t here that she couldn’t reach him. What if he wasn’t in the hospital, but in a ditch somewhere? In another hospital’s emergency room? There were a million scenarios that were completely unrealistic running through her head that made sense in her pain. He wasn’t there, and she desperately needed him to be. She was in pain, so much pain, and only he could make her feel better, only he could calm her down. The contractions were close together now, and it hurt in the aftermath, so it felt like constant pain. In a few and far between brief period of let up, she curls back up on the bed, taking a small sip of water. “God this hurts so bad,” She cries, gasping. 

Checking on her phone for the past hours for updates from Derek, she was almost about to call him and yell at him for not finding him quick enough, but she rationalized, knowing it wasn’t his fault, and that sooner or later they would find him. And since Allison was so tensed up, she wasn’t going to dilate more any time soon. But that also was dangerous, considering that if she didn’t dilate within a certain time, the baby could go in distress, and eventually she would be forced to have a c-section. And that she knew was out of question. And so Meredith resisted suggesting the epidural for a while, but seeing the amount of pain Allison was under, and all of the above, she couldn’t take it anymore. She knew it would help, and it was the sane and right thing to do. “Allie,” she began, feeling like she was walking on eggshells, and having the feeling that she would regret saying it, but having to say it anyway, “I think you should have the epidural.” 

The D Day || Allison and Meredith [Feat. Derek]

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Maybe it’s Meredith’s tone, or her reputation as Medusa, but the nurses listen and clear off, which Allison is grateful for. They arrive at her room, where Emma is waiting, and ten minutes later, Allie is in her hospital gown, the fetal monitor hooked up, in bed as the next contraction hits. The next few hours feel slow, with contraction after contraction. Izzie telling her she’s only 4 centimeters dilated is awful. After an hour and a half, she’s already yelled at Meredith about ice chips and how they’re stupid, and squeezed her hands to death, only to progress another half centimeter and still have no contact from her husband. “I want Evan,” She’s sobbing at one point, hunched over the bed as she stands, trying to combat the pain. “I want Evan, I need him to be here!” 

Within a few seconds, Meredith is able to roll Allison into her room with peace and quiet, nobody around to hover or just simply bother. She could understand Allison seeing as she would feel the exact same way were she in her position. And she was grateful that she wasn’t. She had been there, she didn’t want to be again. Hours pass where Meredith goes from the chair where she sits in in-between contractions, and Allison’s bedside where Allie crushes her hand through each contraction. And if Meredith would hope they would get more and more spaced out, they actually get closer and closer, and by the end of it, she can barely feel her hand anymore. She somehow felt sympathy for how she crushed Derek’s hand back then. But she had been in even more pain in Allison’s condition, and so sympathy wore off quick enough. “I know,” Meredith hushed, sighing madly as she glances up to the door, hoping he would show up. She wanted to suggest that Allison had the epidural, but she knew it only progressed the process of dilation and considering Evan wasn’t around yet, she knew she’d only get yelled back a hell no.

callie-iphegenia:

Awwww. Poor Allie! Well, it’ll all be worth it in the end. I can’t wait to meet that beautiful baby. [laughs] I’m sure he’ll be there soon, he’s in surgery. He’s got a very important job, after all.

Poor Allie? Poor me! If Evan doesn’t get here soon, I’ll be a surgeon with only one functioning hand! And I’m not exaggerating. And his very important job right now is right here, with Allie.

The D Day || Allison and Meredith [Feat. Derek]

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They head inside, getting in the elevator just as another contraction hits, a minute or so early. She grips the handles of the wheelchair, letting out a cry. Keeping her breaths even, or at least trying to, she works through it, and it’s coming to an end by the time they arrive on the third floor maternity ward. “Emma’s waiting in 302,” Allie tells her. “Make them go away, please,” She whispers as all her nurses see her and  grin widely, beginning to exclaim that she’s finally here and wanting to help. “Please make them go away.” She doesn’t want to be surrounded by them all, no matter how much she likes them and appreciates that they want to help. She’s well liked by her nursing staff, but she can’t handle them all now. 

Rolling Allison in only reminded her of her own labor, and she can relate to Allison’s pain. Of course she didn’t remember exactly how much it hurt, it was a while back. But she still remembered that it did hurt, a lot. “Hang in there,” she mutters to Allison as she reaches out a hand to gently squeeze the brunette’s shoulder. She nods to Allison’s wish as they reach the third floor, but seeing as she can’t see her, she says, “Okay.” Looking up, she says, “Okay, people, thank you for being so enthusiastic, but now you need to get back to work. Patients are dying around here. Hop hop.” She knew it was kind of rude, but it was the only way to make them go away, and she could understand why Allison wanted them to go away. She wasn’t feeling well, she wanted to be left alone, and Evan wasn’t there so that sure wasn’t helping. And besides, she had to live up to her Medusa name. 

Wake Up Call || Derek and Meredith

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He stands there, wrapping his arms around her and holding her tightly in his arms for the next few minutes. It was easier to just let the time pass, and then go look at the test, rather than watch it turn. Less anxiety. After a few minutes passed, Derek decided they’d better do it and so he kisses her forehead, letting her go. Heading in, he finds where she put it on the counter, picking it up. He doesn’t look at it until he’s sitting on the edge of the bed with Meredith, and he flips it over,  and finds himself letting out a huge sigh of relief. Not pregnant.

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Sitting there over the edge of the bed, her arms wrapped around his waist, her head leaning against the bottom of his chest, she sighs and closes her eyes for a few. It was good to have him there. It was reassuring. And she knew that they would pull through whatever was in their way, but things were so great at the moment, they were finally coming around some kind of working arrangement in their lives. Another baby at this time would only complicate things, and for once, things weren’t complicated, and she could use that kind of uncomplicated peace in her life at the moment. As she feels Derek letting go and bending down slightly to leave a kiss on her forehead, she gulps and takes a deep breath, knowing that this was it. She watches as he walks out of the room and comes back with the test in hands, and she sits straight up, hands on her lap and eyes tightly closed until she feels him sitting beside her. Then opening her eyes, she stares straight ahead. Gulping, she breathes in deeply and holds her breath as her gaze drops, and looking down to Derek’s hand, she post her hand over his and turns the test over with him to look at what it shows. A heavy sigh escaped her lips as she reads ‘Not pregnant’ on the little screen, and she can feel her muscles relaxing as her hand lets go of his and falls onto her lap. “Thank god…” she mutters through a sigh.

callie-iphegenia:

No problem at all, really. We’re all in this together. Will do! Just focus on Allie and her baby for now.

She’s been breaking my hand, but it’s been helping I guess, so, I’d say mission accomplished so far. If only Evan could get here. He’s the one whose hand should get crushed. That’s his job, not mine.

callie-iphegenia:

Hanging out with these two little ladies (plus another and my lovely wife) while the twins’ mommy helps out with Allie’s delivery! Exciting day!

Thanks for looking after them. Call me if anything! Thanks again. xx

The D Day || Allison and Meredith [Feat. Derek]

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"I’ve been ready for three weeks," Allie says, working to keep her breaths even normally, so it would help when she contracted. "But she’s not coming out without Evan there," She adds, shaking her head. Looking at her watch, rubbing a hand over her stomach, she shuts her eyes. "Can we head in, please? Three minutes till another contraction, I wanna be at least on the floor," Allie murmurs, dialing Evan’s number on her phone again and putting it to the ear. Moments later, after five rings, she hears his voicemail recording again, and she almost cries as she hangs up. 

"No, she’s not, and she won’t. She knows better, she’ll wait ‘til he gets here." Meredith replies, trying to tell Allison what she wanted and mostly needed to hear. And she could understand, again, she would feel exactly the same way were she in Allison’s position and Derek wasn’t returning her calls and messages. He’d definitely be dead for putting her in a laboring position and not showing up. But then that was her, she knew that somehow Allison was better at the whole situation than she herself ever would be. After all, she never would have pictured herself with children to begin with, let alone one child, when it was clear all the way that Allison would become a mother. Nodding, she grabs the wheelchair handles and grins. "Let’s get you inside," she says, pushing the wheelchair forward toward the doors. 

Wake Up Call || Derek and Meredith

doctor-derekshepherd:

She doesn’t say anything, but she listens to him, which has to be some sort of a good sign. Meredith disappears into the bathroom, the door clicking locked behind her, and Derek sits on the edge of the bed to wait. He paces a few times after a few minutes pass, and then the door finally opens, and he walks in. “Five minutes?” He asks her, remembering the drill. “C’mere,” Derek says, grabbing her hand and gently pulling her back to their room. There was no use staring at it. “Whatever happens, whatever that says, we’re in this together,” He tells her, taking both of her hands in his. “Ok? No matter what, we’ll figure this out, somehow. It may not be easy, but we will. I love you,” Derek says softly.

Unlocking the door, her hands rests on the handle and it takes a second or two before she nods to herself, after which she gulps and pulls on the door to open it, slowly, but still. She then stands still as she watches Derek approaching, and she looks up to him and locks gaze with him. She doesn’t budge or move as he tells her to come closer, letting him move closer, but as he takes her hand, she gulps and follows him as he leads them back into their room. She sits on the edge of the bed beside him, and staring straight ahead, she sighs deeply. She could feel her stomach knots from top to bottom, wishing she could just speed up time and know whether it would be two lines or only one that would show on the test. Dreading two. Wishing one. Praying for only one. She feels Derek reaching out for both of her hands, and she gulps, head moving down as well her gaze, and she moves her eyes up to set them on him again, locking gaze with him again. And the only words to come out of her mouth are, “I love you, too,” in a soft whisper.

This hurts so much more than I remembered.

allisonrileybradford-md:

[gasping as she forces herself to take measured, even breaths through the contraction, grasping Meredith’s hands in hers tightly]

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[eyes grow wide at the strength Allison gives in the hand squeeze, and gasping for a second, she gulps and nods, squeezing back] Breathe with me. [breathes slowly, in and out]

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