So I'm totally on the Alex/Jo ship. I love the dynamics of them two. Even though I'm loving their friendship on Grey's being explored, I totally want them together.
So here's a bit of stuff that's floated in my head with these two. I apologise in advance, my writing is a bit on the rusty side atm.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything as much as I'd love to.
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"You crashing on my couch tonight?" Alex asked as he met Jo at the nurse's station.
"Well considering I bought it for you, I guess I should get some use out of it." She replied with a small smile.
"Yeah, out of my money though." He stated with a hint of disappointment in his voice.
"Don't act like you don't love it, it's the best piece of furniture you have, and if I hadn't organised it for you, you my friend would have lost your drinking partner." Jo said while shutting the file she had been working on.
"Fine, meet you in the lobby when your shift finishes?"
"Meet me at Joes, I finish at 8." She replies.
"I'll wait for you in the lobby; I don't want you walking there by yourself."
Rolling her eyes she tells him "I'll most likely go over with at least one of the others."
"If you're referring to the other interns, even more reason to wait behind." Alex says closing his file.
"They are not that bad and Joes is across the road anyway, nothing is going to happen." Jo looks at her pager as it goes off.
"8pm, lobby." Alex yells at her while she runs down the hallway.
"Overprotective big brother." She yells back before hopping into the elevator.
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Arriving in the ambulance bay, Jo pulls on her gown and gloves as she made her way to Owen.
"Dr Wilson, we have a suspected drug overdose coming in, I'm not too sure on the details about it though, a nurse is setting up inside for us, we may need to pump their stomach." Owen states while keeping an eye out for the ambulance or the police.
"Do we know how far off they are?" she asks.
"Should be here any second now." He replies as they hear sirens in the distance.
An ambulance pulled up. Walking forwards they meet the EMT at the back of the truck as they open the door.
"37 year old male, Jack O'Conner, known to the police for drug offences and multiple overdoses, he was found in an alleyway unconscious with shallow breathing, stats are 90 over 60 , pulse 50, other side effects such as shakes, vomiting have yet to occur." The EMT rattled off the information as they took the patient to the bed available in the pit.
"What else do you know about him?" Owen asks as they transfer Jack onto the bed.
"Normally he needs his stomach pumped out, he doesn't have a favourite cocktail, seems to be whatever he can get his hands on at the time, the police should be here within the next 5 to 10 minutes hopefully."
"Okay, thanks for that, if you just fill out the paperwork needed you can go, we can take it from here." Owen says as Jo starts writing on the observation chart while the nurse attaches the monitors needed.
"Alright we need to organise some blood work done so we know what we are dealing with also start pumping his stomach, I'll organise some restraints." Owen says to Jo
"Dr Hunt, we have another patient coming in, apparently a domestic gone wrong, security's tied up with another patient at the moment and the police are travelling with him." The nurse said as she approached.
"Alright, Dr Wilson, can you run those tests and I'll be back soon, any issues just page me straight away and be careful." He said as he made some notes.
"His unconscious anyway so I'll be fine." Jo said while organising a needle.
"Still, be careful, I'll have security here as quick as I can get them down here, I'll only be a few minutes hopefully." Owen said as he walked away.
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Walking into the pit, all Cristina can see is chaos. She sees Avery and Happy holding back what appears to be an agitated patient, a nurse is crying while crouching over a body, with a pool of blood on the floor.
Walking closer to observe what has occurred; Cristina is shocked to see Hobo-Jo lying on the floor with the nurse applying pressure to her chest, gasping for air.
"What the hell has happened here?" she yells kneeling down on the floor.
"I don't know how it happened, one minute everything was fine and I left to take the blood work to pathology, next I come back and Dr Wilson has a scalpel sticking out of her chest, I don't know." The nurse says while crying.
"Move over, your clearly in shock, someone clear an O.R for me now, we need to get her in there so I can see the damage caused, and organise a bed and a board to transfer her with, move it people." Cristina yells taking control of the situation while assessing Jo's injuries.
"How is she Dr Yang?" Happy yells out as security comes to take the patient away.
"It's not looking good, she's unconscious, her stats are low, I suspect a potential pneumothorax, or a pericardial tamponade. She may suffer from severe respiratory distress if we don't get her to the O.R soon and I don't want to even think of the other possible complications that may arise." She tells him as they start transferring her onto the bed.
"Can you operate on her or are you tied up with other surgeries?" Owen asks her.
"I can do it, I'll push back my surgeries to another day and the ones that are high priority can be done by Russel, and why the hell does her pager keep going off?" She asks angrily.
Taking a look, Owen cringes and says "It's Karev, his asking her to assist her with patient in O.R 1."
"You'll need to get someone to break the news to him, his not going to take this well, it's his Hobo-Jo, his going to want to kick that guy's arse followed by yours."
"O.R 3 is ready for you Dr Yang." A nurse tells her.
"Right, let's get this moving, get Mere to tell him, out of anyone she can get him to calm down, if not she can just turn on those hormones of hers and use it to her advantage, I want the gallery locked too, I don't need the whole hospital watching and I'm sure Wilson won't want everyone to see her in all her glory while unconscious." Cristina yells as she walks to the elevator.
Sighing, Owen gets a nurse to personally lock the gallery door herself while he paged Meredith.