Meredith was sitting at the bar,
she downed another of the potent brew.
She waited.
She tortured herself with the recollection of the ultimatum she gave Derek
"Well, I thought I could hate u. I thought I could give u up, return u to ur wife.
But I can't.
It's tiring hating u.
It's tiring to keep fighting it.
It's tiring to deny it.
I love u.
So choose me.
Pick Me...
Love me...."
As the seconds turn into minutes,
and minutes passed into hours,
she felt her hope diminishing.
She kept waiting.
She hoped.
Then there was a terrible accident.
He didn't show up.
She was called back to the hospital.
The number of casualties was frighteningly large.
But despite the huge number of casualties that were filing into the hospital,
there was an unmistakable pair that stood out.
A young white girl and a middle-aged black man,
with a gigantic metal pole wedged between their bodies,
effectively holding them together,
like kebabs.
They were wheeled into the hospital.
Their clothes were soaked with blood.
Their necks were in a caste.
Yet despite being caught in such a tragic situation,
they were so optimistic,
joking,
talking,
laughing.
No recriminations,
no angry words,
nothing.
Then the doctors decided that in order to have a chance at one,
they have to sacrifice the other one.
Who are they to decide?
How do they actually choose?
How do they actually decide whose chance to take away?
Derek told Meredith that he's decided to give his wife a chance.
The doctors decided to save the man.
The man refused.
"Why?No!!That's being unfair!I won't be able to live knowing that someone else has to die!"
He raged, he held onto the girl, wanting to share her fate
no matter how horrid that was,
despite being strangers up until a few hours ago.
She teared.
She smiled at him.
She never even asked why she wasn't selected.
She motioned the cute doctor over to whisper a few words into his ear.
Derek squatted down beside the girl he was going to "kill" in a moment's time.
He listened.
He nodded.
He watched as the anesthetist put the girl into painless oblivion.
In the operating theatre,
they tried to salvage the damage done to the girl.
"We're fast losing him," said the doctors tending to the man.
Immediately, the whole group working on the girl abandoned her side,
leaving her to die....
"We can't just leave her like this!!We can't just let her die!"screamed Meredith as she frantically tried to keep her alive....
As she alone, frantically tried to keep her alive...
The operation was a success.
He lived.
She died.
Her fiance was already at the hospital.
Looking into the face of her fiance,
a face so contorted with worry and hope,
Derek prepared himself to break the news.
"Was it... Did she...suffer?" asked the quietly grieving man.
"She left peacefully. There was no pain."
He nodded.
"Before she left, she said to tell u that,
if u had loved her enough, she would still be here with u"
Burying his head in his hands,
the fiance finally,
broke down.
Meredith watched the scene from a corner.
She saw,
she heard every word.
She bit down hard on her lip.
She walked away.
Alone in the elevator,
Derek cried.
Dawn breaks, and it's again, the start of a new day.
His wife quickened her footsteps and caught up with Derek.
She slipped her arm through his in a familiar motion, smiling up at him.
Derek smiled at her,
as they made their way to the carpark together.
As surgeons, we have to know everything.
We have to know what to do, what's going to happen,
We have to know that we can do it,
We have to know that we have the confidence.
We have to know.
But as human beings,
sometimes, we'd prefer to be in the dark.
Becos even thoh there's fear in the darkness,
there's weakness,
But there's also
hope....
On most Tuesdays, I'm a pain in the ass.
Instead of smiling,
I growl menacingly.
Instead of speaking like any normal human being,
I snap like the most irritated crocodile.
I mean, can u blame me?
I cried myself to sleep after Grey's Anatomy on Monday can?!!!!!
If ur still not watching this gem of a show,
please, for goodness sake,
start waking up,
start watching it.
I haven't watched anything that managed to strike a chord in me since Ally McBeal.
And finally,
Grey's Anatomy hit it.
6 Comments:
Why is the gal the chosen one? I is confused...
ya lo i agree wif jo. y picked e gal??
oh i got this weird notion suddenly--- if i got 2 sons in future, i shall name them derek n derrick. wahaha...but lidat i'll b super confused as a muother. Hmmm..ur son call derrick; mine derek. (n mebe another one called drew...=P)
Oh,they chose the girl cos they felt that the man is stronger and is more likely to survive the op.
Just like y Derek chose his wife. Cos he felt that she loved him more and their romance is thus more likely to last.
And that's also why when he said "if u had loved her enuf, she would still be with u" to the fiance, meredith walked away. He was in a way referring to her not loving him enuf. And that's also part of the reason why he broke down in the lift.
:)
at least, tt's my take on it. I don't know if that's what the director wanted to say thoh.
btw, i hate the other spelling of derek. I will NEVER name my son "Derrick".
"Derek" probably, but not "derrick".
Hmm...I think Drake sounds cool too.Oh oh!!And I really like the names Nick, Clayton(clay), Ian, and Matt.
Eh mu, i think "Drool" suits ur son better than "Drew"
lol~
:p
DROOL??!! Damn u la!! u might most prob end up becoming drool's god-mother so think twice! thrice! or more given u! oops!=X
i was joking when i suggest derek/derrick..too common thou it does sounds nice. Hmmm..i like Scott(thou it sounds like so tissue brand!), Sky, Ethan, YES n Nick, Matt.
OH! Tristan!! wahaha...
I think skyke's nicer :)
*frowns*Scott sounds like a puppy.
Kleanex's infinitely better!
Ooh!!!So exciting!!I'm gonna be Drool's god-mother!!
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