Derek: I heard about Cristina. Is she alright?
Meredith: No, she’s not alright. No one’s alright. And that idiot is clearing everyone for surgery like they’re fine - and they’re not fine.
Derek: Stop. Stop, I need to talk to you.
Meredith: Just leave it alone, Derek. It was one night in jail. You drive too fast. Just forget about it.
Derek: I don’t wanna talk about that. Don’t worry about that.
Meredith: Don’t worry about it? All I do was worry. All the time. I spend every minute of every day worrying. That I’m gonna get a phone call that you wrapped your car around a pole. That’s why I left you in jail. So just for a little while, I would know that you’re not dying. Like you were dying on that table. That’s what I think about, every time you pull out of the driveway.
Derek: I’m right here. I’m okay. We’re okay.
Meredith: I was pregnant… that day. I was pregnant and I lost it.
Derek:You didn’t say anything. I could’ve helped you.
Meredith: If you wanna help me, your driving is something you can control. Just do that. Just do that.
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