"We've got this patient and she's got true love. You wanna know why? Because her boyfriend doesn't exist. Derek is all broken up over her like it means something that she's having an affair with a hallucination." Meredith leaned back in her chair, arms folded across her chest.
"But Derek wasn't ready to give up on the relationship when you were," Dr Wyatt pointed out.
"No, I didn't give up. I wanted to try again, and then he went and kissed Rose. So he's the one that messes up, not me," Meredith replied.
"But it's a relationship. People make mistakes, and you stand back waiting for him to fail so you can say 'Aha! Now I quit'," Dr Wyatt said.
"No," Meredith replied. "It wasn't working."
"Was your life not working when you let that slip out from under you?" Dr Wyatt asked.
"When are you going to stop suggesting that I'm suicidal?" Meredith questioned.
"When you start acting like someone that wants to be alive," Dr Wyatt countered.
"Give me my chart," Meredith told her.
"Why?"
"Because I'm not suicidal, and if it says that I am, then it's wrong!" Meredith protested.
"What happened last year when you fell in the water?"
"I almost drowned. Do you think I did that for kicks?" Meredith asked sarcastically.
"You put your hand in a body cavity that contained unexploded ammunition."
"I was trying to save a patient!" the blonde argued.
"Why is it that every other person in that room had the sense to hit the deck? You know people run away from this line between life and death. You seem to stand on it and wait for a strong wind to sway you one way or the other. You're careless with your life. You're not slitting your wrists but you're careless. Probably because your mother told you you were a waste of space on this planet. The problem is you believed her. And if you don't want out one of these days you're going to die because of it."
"Hand me my chart. Now! And don't ever talk about my mother again!" Meredith snapped.