Surviving

*Derek's POV- one week after shooting*

"What do you mean you don't know if she'll ever wake up?! That's my sister!" I shout at her lousy excuse of a doctor.

I'm still, technically on bed rest, but I am Ivys emergency contact and caregiver right now. Shes been in a coma for a week and we still don't know if she will wake up.

"Dr. Shepherd, you know as well as I do, that her body went through something traumatic. It needs time to heal. We can't rush it, but the next 48 hours are critical," Dr. What's his face says.

I rub my hand over my face, trying to calm myself, "Yeah, I do know that. What I also know is that is my baby sister. She is strong. She is a fighter and she is going to make it. So do whatever the hell you can to wake her up!"

I storm into Ivys room and take a seat in my chair. My body is still healing and sore. I lean over so my head is resting against her bed.

"De-derek?" I hear.

Quickly popping my head up, I see Ivys eyes open, I page her doctor and smile at her, "Welcome back, we missed you."

○○○○*General POV- one month after shooting*

Ivy smoothes out her shirt. Double checking that everything is neat and in order. She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. Everyone has already left the house, they have been back to work for a little bit now but it's Ivys first day back. She has a meeting with Dr. Perkins to try and get cleared. She misses the O.R. and can't wait to get back to treating patients.

"You got this. You got this," she mumbles to herself.

She picks up her purse and heads to her car.

○○○○*Jackson POV- one week after Ivy wakes up*

I can't believe that she's already coming home. Or well, going to Derek's house. He insisted that she stay with him while she recovers. That was a fight and a half between them to get her to agree.

I walk into her room, seeking her sitting up and already changed, "Didn't know you were this excited to go live with your brother."

She glares at me, "I would rather tear out my own eyeballs than live with Derek again. But... I can't go back to the apartment."

"I know what you mean. Its hard looking at Char-Charles and I's apartment. But you need to focus on healing," I admit to her.

"I'm fi-"

"I swear to God if you tell me you're fine, I might strangle you. You were shot twice. You were in a coma for a week because you wouldn't let me operate on you when I had the chance. Not to mention all the psych problems that are probably rattling around up there. So don't say you're fine," I snap at her.

She looks down, gulping, "I guess you're right. Don't get used to it. Thank you. For being there for me."

"Of course. I wouldn't be anywhere else."

○○○○*General POV- one month after shooting during Derek's speech*

Ivy steps into a conference room being used by Dr. Perkins to conduct these evaluations.

"Ah, the other Dr. Shepherd. It is nice to finally meet you, please have a seat," he gestures to the chair in front of him.

She gives him a small smile and sits down, "So, Dr. Perkins, I know what I need to talk about so can we skip the questions and I just talk?"

"Sure, go right ahead."

Ivy takes a deep breath, centering herself, "I'm not coping. I'm handling. I can't go into my apartment without wanting to break down into tears because my best friend was shot right in front of me. I refused to let anyone help me change or shower, fearing what they would think of my scars. I thought I was going to die that day. I thought I was going to die and that I deserved it because I unplugged Allison Clark. I helped set off that chain reaction. Derek has helped me talk about it. He tried to make me realize that this wasn't my fault at all, but I'm still working on that. But I need to work. Sitting at home with my thoughts isn't helping. I need to be here, I need to save a life or try to. Please, let me."

They sit in silence for a few moments. Ivy doesn't break eye contact with him. He sighs and picks up his pen.

"The only reason I am clearing you, is because of the progress you have made so far but you still need to talk to someone, that is my one condition," he hovers the pen over his pad, looking at her.

"I was already planning on it and have my first appointment with Dr. Wyatt booked for next week," she tells him.

Nodding, he signs the slips, tearing it off his pad and handing it to her, "Thank you, Dr. Perkins."

Ivy walks out of the room. She is back and ready to save some lives.

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Ivy knocks on Dr. Webbers office door, "Dr. Webber?"

"Oh, Ivy, I wasn't expecting to see you here for another couple of days. What can I do for you?" He stands up.

She shows him the slip, "I just wanted to let you know that I've been cleared for surgery."

He claps his hands together, "Thats wonderful, but are you a hundred percent sure you're ready? I could just assign you scut for the week?"

"No thank you. I am ready. I need this," she shakes her head.

Webber nods at her, smiling proudly, "Well then, don't let me hold you up."

Ivy nods and exits, closing the door behind her. She walks to the locker room and after changing into her scrubs and lab coat, she turns to look at herself in a mirror.

"Dr. Ivy Shepherd, you are back."

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Ivy has managed to not see any of her friends since she got back but is now heading to find them. When she gets down to the basement, she hears Alex.

"Yup, it's down to you, Yang, and Baby Shepherd."

Meredith scoffs, "That is not funny. Plus, Ivy doesn't leave the house most days. So I'll get cleared before her."

Ivy decides to make her presence known, "I wouldn't be to sure of that."

She shows them the yellow paper saying that she's cleared for surgery.

They all look up at her in shock, "You were cleared?"

"Yup. I'm used to talking about my thoughts and feelings. This was a peace of cake," Ivy says, walking to sit next to Jackson.