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13 November 2006 @ 09:19 am
middle of the night @ SGH  
Meredith closes the door behind her the click of the door ringing through the almost silent pediatric floor. Everyone had gone home hours ago. Meredith rests her head on the nurses stations. It had been a long day. The baby was finally stable. It appeared that both the mother and child would be okay.

Meredith picks up her head and walks down the stairs to the surgical floor, figuring something would be going on down there. She walks across the floor and looks at the board-- quiet board. Meredith looks at the time on her pager, it was well after 2am. Meredith looks over a few charts, signing where necessary on the chart and Derek's post-op notes.

She allows her mind to wonder. She wonders what Derek did today. He probably was at home asleep getting the sleep he so desperately needed. The sleep that he couldn't get when she was around because they couldn't seem to keep their hands off of one another.

Working with Addison had went well. She was a kind woman, and did not go out of her way to make Meredith uncomfortable. They were two professional women working through a very awkward, and sticky situation. She hadn't seen Dr. Sloan all day, and wanted to ask Addison if he had went home, but she figured that wouldn't be exactly appropriate.

Meredith puts the chart back in it's place and slowly makes her way around the floor looking for an empty on-call room. Finally finding one, she pushes on the door, and takes off her shoes, pulling her blue scrub top over her head. She's asleep before her head hits the pillow.

(ooc: *cough, cough* someone should join Meredith)
Dr. Derek Shepherddoc_mc_dreamy on November 16th, 2006 06:57 am (UTC)
Bed feels empty without you.

Warmer, though. Your feet are like icebergs.
mergrey on November 16th, 2006 07:02 am (UTC)
Bed does feel empty, and also hard.

You would think the on-call beds would be a bit more accommodating.

Dr. Derek Shepherddoc_mc_dreamy on November 16th, 2006 07:08 am (UTC)
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They don't want you to be too ensconced, lest you sleep through the life-saving bit.

Also, can you imagine how much more sex would go on in there if the beds were comfortable?

How's baby/mom?
mergrey on November 16th, 2006 07:21 am (UTC)
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Baby and Mom are fine. They're pulling through.

I'm not too sure about my back though...

I miss you.
Dr. Derek Shepherddoc_mc_dreamy on November 16th, 2006 07:34 am (UTC)
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IOU a back massage, then?

I miss you, too. I was really tired when I got home, though. We haven't gotten much sleep lately. ;)
mergrey on November 16th, 2006 07:36 am (UTC)
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No we haven't. You need your rest.

I'll call you when my shift is over.

Get all the sleep you can, while you can ;)
Dr. Derek Shepherddoc_mc_dreamy on November 16th, 2006 07:40 am (UTC)
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Is that a threat... or a promise?

mm. Sleep. Maybe it's time for some more of that.
mergrey on November 16th, 2006 07:43 am (UTC)
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It's a bit of both.

Sleep well, and think of me as you lay in your comfortable bed.
Dr. Derek Shepherddoc_mc_dreamy on November 16th, 2006 07:44 am (UTC)
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All the more reason to anticipate your return.

If I think of you, sleeping is not what I'll be doing.
mergrey on November 16th, 2006 07:49 am (UTC)
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Then don't think of me--REST.

I want you at your full potential. I'll be home in the morning.

See you then.
Dr. Derek Shepherd: Sleepy [kidney_stones]doc_mc_dreamy on November 16th, 2006 07:51 am (UTC)
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Derek raises one eyebrow at the screen.

"Yes ma'am," he says into the empty trailer as he sets the phone aside and rolls over and puts his face into the pillow.