Damsel in distress

They say that when you're about to die your whole life flashes before your eyes, she really hopes they're right because she saw nothing, not even the pickup truck that crashed into her car. Otherwise, she might be screwed.

One moment she is driving home from the grocery store singing along with the silly songs on the radio and the next she feels an impact on the passenger side, there's no slow motion; everything happens so fast that before she realizes she's on the other side of the street, her car pressed up against a lamp post.

She blinks repeatedly staring absently at the lamp post in front of her wondering what happened, her thoughts are kind of scrambled but some part of her knows she's probably in shock.

"Hey!"

She can hear people screaming, so at least her hearing is intact. Her eyes move inside her vehicle, some of the oranges she bought are on the front sit, she wanted tangerines anyway. There's a lot of broken glass too, the radio isn't working anymore.

"Hey! Are you okay?"

Her eyes turn towards the voice and meet a pair of pretty green-blue ones. Wow! The pretty eyes belong to an even prettier man, are men even supposed to be pretty?

He's a very concerned man from the looks of it. "Are you okay? He repeats when she doesn't respond.

Right, he wants an answer. "Yeah," she manages to say.

"Do you have any trouble breathing?" he asks as his hands check her pulse through the driver's window.

I guess that's where the glass comes from, she muses.

"No."

"Don't move your head," he warns her, "you know what happened?"

Her mind recalls a deafening noise, losing control of the car as she was quickly dragged along lanes, other cars missing her by inches.

"A car crash? I think I'm still alive," she answers, the pain she's starting to feel is a good proof of that.

"You are," he reassures her, "I'm a doctor, I'm gonna help you. Stay still, okay?"

"Okay."

She watches him struggle to open the car's door, but no matter how much strength he puts into it, the door doesn't budge. Her hand blindly pats around for the seatbelt buckle, after a few seconds she finds it and manages to unlock it.

"Don't move," he chides her lightly still fighting with the door, finally he gives up. "It's stuck, it's better if we wait for the paramedics anyway. What's your name?"

"April," she answers, her senses becoming more alert. On the downside the pain is beginning to worsen.

He smiles, leaning into the car through the broken window he helps her remove the belt, "okay April, I'm Jackson, does anything hurt?"

"My leg," she winces when she tries moving it to relieve some of the pressure, "I think it's trapped, it might be broken."

"No, stay still," he orders taking off his jacket and covering her with it, "okay, you moved your right hand earlier, can you move the other one? Carefully and don't move you neck."

She flexes her fingers and slightly raises both hands from her lap, "yeah, they're fine."

"What about your head? Any pain? Dizziness, blurry vision?" he asks checking her pupils, "do you think you passed out at any time?"

"No, I don't think so. It hurts, I might have hit it against the steering wheel, but my leg it's worse."

"How's your pain in a scale of one to ten?" he examines her forehead, where she's sure she must have a bump the size of a house, but at least she doesn't feel any blood on her face.

"Like, twenty," April says honestly, "you have any morphine on hand?"

He chuckles, "sorry, must have left it in my other jacket." It would have been too good to be truth anyway and illegal too.

"The other driver is okay?" she questions, suddenly realizing there are obviously more people involved.

"He's fine, don't worry about him, he walked out by himself," Jackson frowns.

"How bad does it look? I'm a doctor too, you don't have to sugarcoat it," she comments seeing his grim expression.

He smiles reassuringly at her,"everything is good, help will be arriving any moment now and we're getting you out of there."

"Sounds great." She knows he won't tell her even if things look really bad for her, he wants to keep her calm and still, but she might start to freak out not having all the facts, he doesn't know April Kepner, being a doctor and very aware of all the things that can go wrong really suck when you're the one stuck in the bad situation.

"You're a doctor too? What kind?" he asks.

"Just finished med school, I'm starting a surgical internship soon. I hope," April answers. Please God, let me get past this and became a surgeon, she prays silently.

"You will," Jackson affirms, "I'm actually a surgeon myself."

"Yeah? I'm in luck then, what kind?" She wants to turn and look at him directly, but she knows best, even if she's pretty sure there's nothing wrong with her head or spine, she won't risk it and doctor gorgeous over there would probably be very pissed off with her.

"Plastics. Now, I know what you're thinking," he continues before she can interrupt him, not that she was planning to, "you're wishing I was a trauma surgeon, but don't worry, we have a lot of experience with trauma in Seattle Grace."

"Yeah? I..."

Before she can answer the paramedics arrive, and soon her blood pressure is being checked, Jackson manages to put a neck brace on her and she has an IV line taped to her arm.

"Hey, April, still feeling okay? Keep talking to me," Jackson says.

"You are worried about my head, you think I'm gonna pass out, but I don't think I will. No promises about puking though."

"Just hold on, the firefighters are taking you out of there. I'm gonna make room for them to work," he takes a step back.

Her heartbeat accelerates and she feels her stomach churning. "No, no. Please don't leave," April begs extending her hand towards him. He's been her lifeline, keeping her from panicking and she feels safer with him by her side. It's crazy to be so attached to him this quickly.

He grabs her hand and squeezes it reassuringly, "calm down, I'm staying with you. Deep breaths."

Jackson exchanges words with the firefighters that she doesn't care to listen to because she knows what's coming next when she sees them arranging their tools and whatnot to remove the door. Pain, lots and lots of pain.

"Hey, don't look at them, focus on me. You have a specialty picked out yet?" Jackson questions.

As pretty as you are, I don't think I'll be able to ignore them, she thinks but is still grateful for the distraction. "Neuro."

"Yeah, I can totally see it," he jokes, "going around bossing every..."

The metal crunches loudly when they remove the door and thankfully she doesn't feel a thing.

"April, I have to move back a little but I'm staying close, okay?" Jackson promises and moves out of the way to give the firefighters more room.

"Okay." Taking deep breaths she closes her eyes as the men work around her to free her leg.

His voice reaches her above the other noises, "maybe I can convince you to give plastics a chance."

She clenches her fists tightly, nails digging into her palms. "I don't think so."

"Hey there's more to it than..."

She doesn't hear the rest of his sentence as overwhelming pain irradiates from her leg, she clenches her teeth to keep herself from screaming but it's probably in vain.

"Jackson," she mumbles.

"Yeah?" he answers back.

"I think I'm gonna pass out now," she says as dark spots fill her vision.

"No, keep talking. Where are you doing your internship?"

"I'm..."

The last thing she hears before all goes black is his voice repeating her name.

AN: This is a new story that I couldn't get out my head, I know I should be working on the others, sorry, but I get so depressed whenever I hear or read the word baby that I just can't right now. Don't even want to think about it or I'll start a major rant about unprofessional half assed three seconds diagnosis on five seconds ultrasounds.

Hope you enjoy it, let me know what you think...