family imagines of Merder☁️
"But only then,in those quiet moments after the storm,do we learn who was strong enough to survive it"-MEREDITH GREY
(side note: in most of the imagines Derek is still alive)
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#1 in imagines
#1 in jolex
#5...
"someone get them out now!" teddy demands "you don't wanna see this i mean it"
"she's my daughter teddy i'm not going anywhere" derek argues. you have serious head injuries, a broken leg, endless cuts and bruises and glass shards in your stomach. there's no saving you, not unless there's a miracle.
"SHES CRASHING!" owen shouts. jo and alex take meredith and derek out of the room, they shouldn't see their eldest daughter dying.
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(y/n's pov)
god, where am i? what happened? i was just driving? woah that light is bright! wait, i recognise those people over there!
"hey kid" a familiar voice says. the only person who called me 'kid' was uncle mark, have i died? no, no, no! i just left high school! i was meant to become a surgeon and cure alzheimer's! this can't be happening, i'm dreaming.
"we've been waiting for you, but you're earlier than we expected" aunt lexie says "get in here". i run up to them and hug them as tight as i possibly can, as i haven't seen them since i was five.
"we've got some people you want to meet, come with us" uncle mark says and takes my hand. i follow him to a room filled with fairy lights, plants and photos of my whole family.
"she's here" lexie says and everyone stands up. i don't know who any of these people are, then it clicks. it's my grandpa and parents friends!
"wow, you look just like your mother! i'm george o'malley, i was friends with your mom as residents" he says
"mom told me about you! died a hero, that was a really brave thing you done" you reply
"no way, she so looks like her father, it's the shepherd gene" an older man says "i'm your grandpa, Christopher". my dad always talked about his father so highly, he says that i'm just like him. i always wondered what my grandfather was like, wether or not i was actually just like him. but right now, my only intention is giving him a hug. for my dad, for aunt amelia but also for myself. i don't know what to say to him, but all i can bring myself to say is "i'm sorry".
everyone leaves the room to give your parents some privacy, all heartbroken over the loss of this young girl they all knew so well.
your dad holds your hand as it slowly gets colder, while your mom just hugs you tight. their baby is gone, the person who made them parents, their little girl. they cant cry. they're frozen. in denial of the situation they're in. then, it hits them both like a ton of bricks. they both cry like they've never cried before, tears flowing from their eyes like a river. your dad walks around and holds his wife for comfort in this terrible time. they know what they have to do next, no matter how much it'll hurt.
