Who would have thought

26

"I want to go home," Derek whined to Meredith, banging his head against the wall.

"Are you trying to give me a surgery," she giggled.

"Maybe."

"It's not that bad, Der," she rolled her eyes as she tapped her pen against the chart in front of her.

"It is that bad," he sighed. "I'm exhausted. My head hurts. And today is tediously boring."

"Your head probably wouldn't hurt if you didn't bang it against walls," she pointed out.

"Shut up."

"I mean, shaving your head and giving you a craniotomy would relieve my boredom," she smiled. "But...brain bleeds tend to be bad."

"Oh you just want to shave the hair off," he groaned.

"The nurses would probably kill me."

"I would probably kill you."

"Then stop banging your head against the wall."

"But at least it means I'm doing something," he sighed. "Why is no one smashing their heads in?"

"That's a terrible thing to say, Derek," she giggled.

"You were thinking it."

"Maybe," she shrugged. "You've been in a mood all day."

"I have not."

"You have been," she nodded. "What's up?"

"Nothing," he sighed. "I don't know."

"You're usually the one talking about how at least it means an early night."

"It does," he nodded. "But you know those days you just feel the need to cut?"

"Yeah," she sighed. "Those are usually really crap days. So what's your deal?"

"I honestly don't know," he sighed. "I'm just antsy or something."

"We could always hurt an intern," she offered. "Or that nurse."

"What nurse?"

"The one with the candy addiction."

"Oh her," Derek laughed. "What is with that?"

"She's twelve," Meredith giggled. "And then the ring thing..."

"She told you about the ring around her nexk too? It's creepy."

"I made the mistake of asking."

"Why did you do that?"

"I thought she was married," she shrugged. "I asked about her husband and...yeah...mistake."

"Definitely," Derek laughed. "But seriously? You want to hurt her?"

"For a brain surgery?"

"Might be worth it. But than we'd have to save her. And I don't think I'd want to."

"Derek!" she gasped. "Mean...that's...mean and wrong and bad."

"You're the one that wants to hurt her," Derek pointed out.

"For your sake," Meredith insisted. "You're the one hitting your head against a wall out of boredom."

"True," he sighed. "I want to go home and fish."

"If a trauma comes in, you won't get to."

"You can take it."

"Awww, thanks, Der," she smiled, resting her head on his shoulder briefly.