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CHAPTER THIRTY FOUR some kind of miracle. season three, episode seventeen.
tw: mentions of eating disorders — there will be a brief summary at the end of the chapter for those of you who need it!
WHEN CASSIE OPENED HER EYES, SHE WAS LAYING IN A HOSPITAL BED. A golden light was shining through the blinds, and she felt as light as a feather. The only thing she could really feel were her emotions, which seemed to be in overdrive, yet nonexistent all at once.
She carefully stepped out of the bed, and realized she was in a hospital gown. Exiting the room, the hospital was completely bare. Not even the sounds of oxygen tanks or the beeps of the flatline monitors could be heard.
Cassie slowly walked through the hallways, and somehow ended up in front of an elevator. It was almost like she wasn't in control of her own movements, yet she led herself there.
Confused, she turned to look behind her. Looking for someone, or something, that could explain this.
Suddenly, she heard the ding of the elevator, and the familiar voice that she'd missed more than anything.
"Hey there, bubbles. It's been a while."
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"What do we got?" Bailey asked the paramedic as the ambulance pulled up to the hospital.
"Jane Doe, hypothermic, drowning."
"She's not Jane Doe," Derek said quickly, stepping out of the ambulance and tripping over his own feet. "It's Meredith Grey. It's Meredith."
Bailey's eyes widened. "Derek! Derek, Derek, how long has she been down?"
"I don't know, Cassie got her out of the water," he shook his head feverishly.
"Cassie? She's okay?"
"Yeah, I mean she was on the ferry, but she— she's fine."
Bailey frowned, looking inside the ambulance. "Well, where is she?"
Derek paused and looked around. "I-I don't know. She was right behind me."
"Okay, Derek—"
"She's alive, she's alive," he murmured, staring blankly at Meredith.
