Life after death

Its been a year since the fateful night I died. Instead of moving on I walk around the hospital like it is another day at work. No one can see me but I still watch them. Like I see Alex and Izzie flirt, I see Christina get over Burk leaving and my death. In fact a lot of people I never thought cared are slowly getting over my death. Including Addison and Mark. Addison has even stopped trying to get Derek to love her again.

As a teenager that had a crappy life I sometimes thought it would be better to be dead or wish I were never born. That was before I met my family at Seattle Grace. I will always remember that night. I had just got home from a 48 hour sift and was dead tired (pardon the pun) but with Izzie still working and since I cant cook I stopped by the grocery store. I had called Alex, knowing he had the day off, and told him I was stopping by to pick things up and if he wanted anything. He said no. I just went up and down the aisles picking anything that I though looked good. I quickly paid for the groceries and was walking back to my car sipping my pop, The only thing that I could have consumed at the moment. I tossed the bag in to the back seat and shut the door and jumped into the drivers side.

My mom has occasionally told me to always look in the back seat before getting in during late night outings. I never listened before and nothings happened. But this time I could feel the barrel of a gun press against my skull and a voice demand for me to drive. I knew my only way out of this was to not set the guy off and hoped that if I took long enough Alex will get worried. It was then I realized What could Alex do, even if he did realize something was up. I easily followed his directions all the while trying to figure a way out of this alive.

I began to figure out that his plan was to get me somewhere no one would find me. Where he would kill me and never get caught. I was not going to let that happen and on deserted road I cranked the wheel until the car spun. Both of us where being slammed left and right, but I knew I would get out of this alive or take him down with me. The car settled in a ditch and all was silent. I knew I was in bad shape, but at least I would live to tell about this day. I was about to get out when I heard movement in the background then a gun go off. The nothing.

Meredith is so lucky her shift is over I am about to collapse. Christina jumped up on the navy blue gurneys where George OMalley and Izzie Stevens were taking their break.

Did she just get off or something. George was stretched out on a gurney and looked up long enough to ask Christina.

Wait she just left, I thought she got off a couple hours ago. Izzie too was stretched out on a gurney, but had scooted up to lean against the wall.

Technically she left like an hour ago. I was trying to find someone who needed surgery.

Both George and Izzie rolled their eyes at her. While secretly thinking the same thing. Christina went to jump up beside Izzie when all three of their pagers when off.

Well you wanted a surgery. Christina groaned and they all ran to wait for the ambulance.

They were forced to wait in the waiting room, all of them. The chief was allowed to be the only Seattle Grace surgeon in the operating room. The chief was told it would be conflict of interest. So surgeons were called in, and everyone else was forced to wait.

Alex had arrived right as the Chief walked out. He hadnt needed to say anything, if somber face spoke volumes. No one said anything, just sat there in shock. Slowly the few who had stayed began to quietly weep. The Chief went on to say if Christina, Alex, Izzie, and George wanted to say goodbye they could.

I didnt know exactly what had happen. I knew I was dead, but what I didnt know was why I was still at the hospital. I had awoke to find my friends hovering over, tears running down their faces. I couldnt figure out why, I was clearly awake and moving. I called their names but no one responded. I jumped off the table and was walking towards George when I them all stare and weep over my body.