Novel & Cerita Meredith Grey Season 2

“Aww,Bye Noah” Jenna carried him all the way up to the stairs, disappearing from her view. Now that Meredith and Gray were the only one left behind, the air rises with thick tension filling with uncomfortably unnecessary awkwardness and nerves. “Come with me” Meredith looked towards Gray in confusion. Without wasting any seconds,Gray led her away from the living room and towards the staircase. She remained mute the whole way, solely because she has lost the ability to talk. The moment Gray touched her wrist, she could feel the ache and throbbing between her legs. She rolled her eyes at herself for being so aroused with one single touch from her boss.

… Meanwhile, something was happening back at Grayson's house. Meredith had just arrived at the house to begin her work while the sky was still dim. She was surprised to find a young lady waiting by the door. "Leah? Why are you here?" Leah was an acquaintance of Meredith. She was a housekeeper working for Mr. Finneas in his residence and would usually be around the vegetable garden.

“Who stands up at April’s wedding declaring his love for her?” “Easy, Jackson Avery.” “Who is 007?” “George.” “Who makes up M.A.G.I.C.?” “Meredith Grey. Alex Karev. George O’Malley. Isobel Stevens. Cristina Yang.” “Where does Cristina move to at the end of season 10?” “Switzerland.” “What does the doctor fail to order Derek?” “A FUCKING HEAD CT. WHO DOESN’T ORDER A FUCKING HEAD CT. For a head trauma. Even I know that.”

“Pfft. That's not a question. It's obvious that Miss Gray is the problem. I heard that she is the cause of Melissa’s medical condition. You know, she won't be able to walk properly again. I wonder what man is going to marry her that way if not Mr Hank.” “Right?” The second girl shook her head in pity. “I feel so much pity for her. I’m sure Melissa would make her pay now that she’s back. Although she hasn't done me any bad, I want to hit her in the face. If she comes before me now, I'll smear her makeup with my palm. How dare she do that to someone?” “Oh wow.” The two girls froze at the cold chuckle that erupted from Eve’s throat from behind them. They dropped their make-up and slowly turned

Clara I froze, but only for a second. I tried to laugh off his suspicion. “Just because I applied healing salves, you think that I must come from the stock of royal healers?” “No. It’s your eyes. Your body. The scent of your blood. I had been trying to figure you out, and now I see your resemblance. She was an unusual healer. Highly skilled, but controversial. Yes. Now it makes sense. You have many admirable qualities, and you are not Transitus or Epsilon. You are the remaining bloodline of the fallen House of Grey. Lady Clara Grey, sired by Lord Donovan, Beta of your pack.”

She quickly glanced at me. “Do you have her credentials? Her IDs, passport? No. And the hospital will immediately flag it as red, which means unnecessary questioning and paperwork, and guess who isn’t going to be happy and will find more reason to cut you off?” She allowed the silence to pass through, where I didn’t have to think about the person she was referring to. Grey. She passively smiled. “Yeah, Grey. And besides, it’s just high fever. If I can manage to bring it down, she will regain consciousness by morning or tomorrow midday.”

“I thought I might be able to jump-start some measurable genetic expression if I got in touch with my werewolf side. And both of us are exhausted. We were out in the woods for the past few days.” Her expression of total confusion reminded me that…oh, hell. I’d never caught her up on the developments with Greenwald, in all of my own confusion. “Let me start from the beginning…” Meredith pulled up a stool, I reluctantly parked my very sore ass back on mine, and I told her the whole story—minus the part of my experimentation that involved the soreness.

"They pulled a liter of fluid out of your pleural space. They said the cells they found weren't just inflamed. They were... changing. Crystallizing." "The Grey," I whispered. My voice was a ghost of itself, a raspy tear in the quiet room. "My body is turning into a monument to a pack that hates me. Funny, isn't it?" Silas finally looked at me. His amber eyes were flat, devoid of the pity I’d grown to loathe. "It’s inefficient. You’re no use to me as a corpse, Elara. We have a bridge to build and an empire to dismantle." He stood up and walked over, placing a thin, sleek laptop on my over-bed table. He didn't offer a hand to help me reach it. He knew I’d rather crawl across broken glass than

Meredith studied the look on his face and demanded, "Do you not believe that Nia will get better? You don't believe me either, do you?" "Merelyn…" Zade felt sorry for her but he had to remind her, "Nia is already gone. You need to accept this." With a loud clang, Meredith dropped the pot of roses on the floor. "No…" Shaking her head as tears rushed out of her eyes, Meredith cried, "you're lying. Nia is not dead. She's not dying!" "Merelyn…" "Don't talk to me, you liar!" Staring at him, Meredith slowly came back to her senses and realized the fact that Nia was no longer with her.

Before she can answer Kendra, Dylan and Nate walks into the room. Meredith flies to her feet at the sight of her elusive boyfriend while the redhead freezes at the sight of the Deputy, his wide eyes on her. Meredith scowls deeply when she finds her boyfriend eyes on the deputy instead of her. She already feels intimidated by the older woman’s beauty and confident bearing, and Nate’s eyes on her adds insult to her injury. Before she could lose her cool, Kendra addresses the two boys. “Where the hell have you two been?”