derek?

                                    

                                          
I wake up in the morning in my hotel room. I get up and have a shower. I'm going to the hospital today in minnesota. I heard that there's a surgery going on today. I've never watched this type of surgery done before and it's a one in a million case. I've been asked to assist. I wouldn't normally want to but it would be an honor to see such a big surgery in person, nevermind be in the OR. 
                          
I get changed and go to the hospital. I meet up with the lead surgeon, Dr martin. "The patient is in their room now.. Katie Edwards.. 23.. the surgery is a 25 hour surgery so prepare yourself and have you done your research on the surgery?" He asks as we walk the hallways of the hospital. "Yes I-" I stop "What's that?" I ask, pointing to a crowded OR. 
                          
"Some hotshot surgeon is visiting from DC" he says. "He has quite the audience" I say. "Wanna have a quick look? We've got 5 minutes until we need to be there.. the patients just being prepped" he says. "Sure" I say. We walk into the gallery. 
                          
"What surgery?" I ask. "I actually don't know" he says. "Alright everybody.." I hear from the OR. I can't see yet, it's so crowded. "Its a beautiful day to save lives" he says. My heart sinks. "Excuse me" I push past everyone, to get to the window in the gallery. I look down. I gasp quietly. "Is everything okay?" Dr Martin steps behind me. "I-" I feel myself breaking down. I push back past everyone, running out of the room. 
                          
I run into the closest on-call room. I slam the door shut, falling to the floor, sobbing uncontrollably. I grab my phone. I ring amelia. "Meredith?" Amelia says. "I- he- I cant-" I gasp for breath. "Woah.. mer whats wrong?" She says seriously. "I can't- he-" tears stream down my face. "Meredith tell me what's wrong" she says. "Derek's alive" I say. "What?" She says "mer that's not funny" she says. "Can you come to the hospital?" I whisper. "I'll be right there.. where are you?" She says. "On-call room" I say. "Okay" she hangs up. 
                          
I just sit on the floor crying. There's a knock on the door. "Mer?" I hear. I take a deep breath, standing up. I open the door. "What do you mean he's alive?" She asks. I hug her. She hugs me back tight. 
                          
We pull away. "I just- come here" I grab her hand, pulling her out of the room. I squeeze past everyone to the window of the gallery. "What the-" she gasps. Derek is in the OR operating. "Hes.. alive" I say. "Okay.. everybody out.. now!" Amelia throws everyone out of the gallery. People start leaving. "Now!" She pushes all the doctors out. 
                          
She closes the door and walks back over to me. "Hes just.. doing surgery" I say. "Are you sure you.. unplugged him?" Amelia asks. I glare at her. "Well how is he..?" She says. "I don't know.. but he is and he.. he's just here.. he's been alive for the past five years and.. what? Do you think hes got a new life? A new- a new wife?" Tears stream down my cheeks. "I don't know" she whispers. We sit in the gallery, watching him until the surgery is over. 
                          
"Come on.. we'll talk to him" she stands up. "I can't" I whisper. "Mer-" she says. "I can't amelia.. I just- I can't" I say. "You don't have to talk.. he won't see you.. just please come with me.. I can't- I can't do this alone" she tears up. "Okay" I whisper. I stand up. We walk to the scrub room. 
                          
I gasp as I see him walking down the corridor, towards us. I run into the scrub room before he can see me. Amelia stays there, frozen. My breathing gets heavy. I sit on the floor. I'm having a panic attack. Tears are streaming down my cheeks. 
                          
"Are you okay?" I hear from above me. They sit on the floor next to me. I immediately know who it is. I look at him. My breathing is still heavy. I look into his eyes. Nothing. He- is he not even going to say anything.
                          
 "Um.. oh" he stands up. There's a cupboard infront of us. He grabs a brown paper bag. He sits back onto the floor, passing it to me. I breathe into the bag. More tears stream down my cheeks as he strokes my back with his hand. 
                          
I finally catch my breath. I put down the paper bag. "You're okay" he whispers. "I'm okay" I try to reassure myself. I look into his eyes. His eyebrows furrow slightly. "Do i- have we met before?" He asks. "What?" I say. "I just.. I feel like I've seen your face before" he says. "Are you joking?" I ask. "What?" He says confused. "You're being serious" I whisper. 
                          
"Derek?" I say. "You know my name.. so we have met before?" He asks. "I'm.. your wife" I say hesitantly. He laughs. "What?" He says. "You don't remember?" I whisper. "Remember what?" He says. "Me.. you don't remember me?" I say. "I've never been married" he says. 
                          
I try my best to hold myself together. "What happened? Five years ago? You were in an accident right?" I say. "How do you?-" He says. "Were you?" I say. "Yeah.. I had a pretty bad head injury.. amnesia" he says. "You're still a surgeon.." I say. "Dissociative amnesia.. I remember most things.. just some things.. I can't remember any of my past life.. all I remember is.. I'm a neuro surgeon" he says. "You- you made a new life? Do you have a family? Girlfriend?.. children?" I ask. My heart is pounding in my chest as I wait for his answer.