Her eyes were filled with tears.
"How do you know?" Bailey demanded.
"He wrote in my hand," Meredith replied, taking another deep breath.
"What do you mean he wrote in your hand?" Lexie, Bailey, Owen, Cristina, Derek, Mark, Callie and Richard all demanded at once.
Meredith took a small step back. "He just grabbed my hand, squeezed it and he wrote with his finger."
"He wrote with his finger?" Derek's eyebrows were raised.
"You know, in my hand. He wrote 007."
Bailey grabbed her hand and started tracing letters on it with her finger. "Ok, what did I write?"
"Joe?" Meredith asked.
"No! I did not write Joe!" Bailey threw her hand down angrily.
"Are you serious?!" Cristina paced back and forth.
"You mean this might not be O'Malley?" Richard asked, furrowing his eyebrows.
"This is funny," Mark smirked to Owen, who just nodded in confusion.
"Did anyone try to phone him?" Richard suggested. "Can we get him on the phone?"
Every member of the group retrieved their cell phones and started dialling George's number.
"I'm telling you he squeezed my hand," Meredith muttered.
"Shut it!" Bailey snapped at her. "You don't get to talk anymore! You don't get to talk ever again!"
"I could've sworn it was George," Meredith said to herself, watching the rest of the group.