I don't own Life with Derek.

Song is Cancer by My Chemical Romance. I don't own that either.

The phrase 'waiting room' is basically a fancy way to say 'hell'. At that point, she couldn't imagine anything worse.

Turn away, if you could get me a drink

of water 'cause my lips are chapped and faded

Call my Aunt Marie, help her gather all my things

"May I please speak to the parents of Marti Venturi?" Casey looked up from her daze and noticed the nurse standing in the doorway of the small lounge, one hand resting on her hip, the other holding a clipboard. She was short, rather chubby, and had firey red hair that had obviously been dyed that way. Of course, the only thing that mattered to Casey was the grave look in her eyes. She felt her chest begin to tighten.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw George and Nora look awkwardly at each other, Nora's hand twitching with fear. George stood first, followed by Nora. It was only a matter of time before Marti's real mother arrived. Edwin had called her as soon as Casey had been checked out.

The nurse spoke softly, but with an insistent tone. "We need to speak with you, please."

Casey glanced over at Derek and Edwin, who had seated themselves as far away from Casey as they possibly good.

Within an instant, George and Nora had left the room. There was silence.

And bury me in all my favorite colors

My sisters and my brothers still

I will not kiss you

Cause the hardest part of this

Is leavin' you

Derek was the first to speak. "You - you stupid, stupid, stupid bitch!"

Casey and Edwin stared at him for a moment- that's all they really could do. His hands were gripping the edge of his chair, and his eyes were held shut. He looked as if someone had just stabbed him in the stomach ... He was in pain.

Edwin spoke next. "Derek ... it - it wasn't her fault. It was an mistake! Those things happ -"

"She could be dead now, Edwin! She could be dead because of her! D - E - A - D! As in murdered by Casey MacDonald -"

It was Casey's turn. "I did not murder her Derek!" She felt tears begin to form. "I - I - I don't even know what -"

"Why don't you just shut the hell up, Casey?" Derek exclaimed. "Don't you think you've done enough damage? You've already killed my baby sister! I don't need to hear your dumb ass excuses as to why -"

"You don't even know that she's dead yet, Derek!" Edwin reached over and put his hand on his brother's shoulder, only for it to be slapped away. "You don't know! She could be fine -"

"Fine? You think she's fine? She's been in surgery for eight hours, and you think she's fine?"

"D - doctors these days can fix almost any - anything, Derek ..." Casey choked out, fighting back her tears.

Now turn away, 'cause I am awful just to see

'Cause all my hairs abandoned all my body

Oh my agony

Know that I will never marry

The group was silent for the next hour, until George and Nora walked in. No one spoke, they just looked at each other.

"They ... she was so badly burned on one of her legs ... they had to amputate ...." Nora muttered, almost to herself.

Silence. Again.

"Will she live?" Edwin asked, and Lizzie glanced over at her parents, tears ruining down her face.

"Yes," George paused, "we think so." He ran his hand through his hair. "The smoke damanged her lungs, but the doctors say she'll be fine. They do recommend that we put her in therapy ... for the ... missing limb aspect of it."

"How much did they take off?" Derek questioned softly. He was staring at the floor, his hands still squeezing the chair so hard Casey thought he was going to break it.

Nora was quiet for a moment. "They had to remove the entire leg."

So what do you guys think so far? Next is the Casey vs Derek fight, then they get to see Marti and she how she feels about things. Hmmm.

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