Miranda Bailey paused outside Meredith Grey's door and watched her former intern for a moment. This was the first time she was seeing Meredith since the survivors of the plane crash were first brought into the ER hours before. Meredith was pale and looked exhausted. She gingerly itched the back of her head where she had recently received 19 sutures.

Bailey shook her head. She had seen Meredith go through more crap since she began her internship than most people went through in a lifetime. She would never forget Meredith lying on the gurney the day of the ferry crash, cold and blue. She would never forget pumping Meredith's chest and praying to God to save the girl's life.

Now this. Derek was still in surgery. There was no way to know if he would ever regain full use of his hand. And Lexie.

Bailey swallowed past the lump in her throat and bustled into the room. "Grey, how are you feeling?" She checked the IV flow and the antibiotics.

"Oh, Dr. Bailey, hi. I'm fine. Do you know if Derek-"

"He's still in surgery, Grey. It's going to be a while. I'll let you know as soon it's over." She paused and looked down. Meredith was clenching her jaw. "He's in good hands, Grey."

Bailey sat in the chair beside the bed and rubbed her eyes. She was so tired but she knew it was nothing next to what Meredith was feeling. Once Derek was out of surgery she was planning on giving Meredith something to make her sleep. Meredith was here for the night for observation anyway. The girl needed to sleep.

Though Meredith didn't ask, Bailey heard the unspoken questions in the silence. "Yang's down the hall. It's just for observation, though. She's dehydrated and banged up but she won't even need surgery on her shoulder.

"Robbins is still in surgery. I scrubbed in for the internal bleeding but they're going to be working on that leg for awhile." She looked up at Meredith's face. Meredith's eyes were squeezed shut and she was nodding slowly.

"Sloan's going to be okay."

Meredith let out a huge sigh of relief.

"You saved his life, Grey."

"Cristina did. She knew it was cardiac tamponade." She looked into Bailey's eyes quickly and then averted her gaze. "I was… I couldn't think. It was Derek's idea to use the hairspray tube."

"Well," Bailey amended. "The three of you saved his life."

Meredith was silent. Bailey leaned back in the chair and closed her eyes. The stress and adrenaline that had been running through her system since she learned about the plane crash was now fading away and she yearned for a nap.

After a few minutes of nothing but the steady beeping and humming of the various machines in the room, Meredith interrupted the quiet.

"Dr. Bailey, did you-" She stopped and cleared her throat. Bailey opened her eyes and leaned towards the younger woman.

"Did you hear about Lexie?"

Bailey sighed. "I… I did. I am so sorry, Meredith." She reached out and rubbed Meredith's shoulder.

The comforting gesture was too much for Meredith. She began to sob. Bailey wrapped her arms around Meredith's tiny frame. Meredith allowed herself to take comfort from the motherly embrace.