"It was a really good day," Meredith said simply, sitting across from her therapist, Dr Wyatt.
"Look, I'm just going to say this because your insurance only covers twenty sessions and I feel we should get right to the point," Dr Wyatt replied, raising an eyebrow. "That was a load of crap. It was not a good day, your patient died alone unable to tell the love of his life how he felt."
"Yeah, but he did it for his boyfriend. I mean, I actually think it was kind of heroic," Meredith nodded.
"It's a load of crap," Dr Wyatt repeated.
"Stop saying that!" Meredith exclaimed.
"ook, let me draw the parallels for you. The tragic patient dies alone while the love of his life is LITERALLY in the next room. That's you." Dr Wyatt shrugged.
"hat are you talking about? I'm not dying alone!" Meredith shook her head vehemently.
"Oh, but I think you are, and you're telling yourself you're a hero, when in reality all you are is alone," Dr Wyatt answered.
"That is a load of crap!" Meredith retorted.
"He's with Rose," the therapist pointed out.
Meredith sighed, and stood. "You know what, I'm not going to do this."
"He's with Rose," Dr Wyatt said again.
"Why do you keep saying that?!" Meredith demanded.
"Because if you can't see what is wrong with that sentence, He's with Rose, we're never going to get anywhere, He's with Rose."
"Ok! So he's with Rose. So what?!"
"And if he's with Rose that means he's not with you. And do you know why he's not with you?" Dr Wyatt paused. "You're scared."
"Are you calling me a coward?" Meredith asked.
"I think you are very frightened, Dr. Grey."
"Are you calling me a coward?" she asked again, almost disbelieving.
"What do you think?"