Title: Hypocrisy Oath: A Paragon of Medicine

Rating: T

Disclaimer: I own nothing, I want nothing, it all belongs to people more important than me.

Summary: Arizona senses something is amiss when an unlikely hero appears at Grey Sloan Memorial Hospital.

Note: Sequel to: A Demon, a Goddess, and a Muse/The Hubris Incident/The Kepner Method. Takes place immediately following the events in The Kepner Method.

Note 2: I'm a total uneducated nub to all things medical, so most of this medical dialog is taken directly from the show, I'm sure most will recognize the episode.

Prologue

The sounds of chaos permeated the crowded emergency room at Grey Sloan memorial hospital. Doctors, nurses, and techs moved back and forth at a frantic pace. April directed interns, while nearby, Arizona and Alex tried to calm a screaming child. Callie and Meredith came running into the pit, donning their trauma gowns as they arrived.

"Kepner, what have we got?" Callie asked as she slid her gloves on her hands with a practiced ease.

"Motorcycle meets minivan," She looked at her watch, "Five minutes out."

"Did you page Derek?" Meredith asked.

"I'm here."

"Me too," Cristina stepped in behind Derek.

The sound of sirens in the distance moved the team to the ambulance bay, in anticipation of its arrival.

"I hear congratulations are in order, Dr. Kepner." Derek said. "My inside source at the examinations said you tore it up. She said your testers were very impressed."

"Inside source?" Meredith asked.

"Addison," Callie answers for Derek. "She called me, too. Apparently, you made quite an impact on her."

"Well, don't let her try to entice you away, we need you here," Meredith said.

April blushed at all the attention, "It wasn't all my doing, I had help. If it wasn't for…"

"Kepner…," Callie said, in a warning tone.

"I mean… I totally kicked-ass."

"April said ass," Cristina said. "Do you talk to Jesus with that mouth?"

"Cristina. Rude much?" Callie said with an amused smile.

"Yes, I am, actually," Cristina replied.

"Is Matthew happy to have the boards out of the way, so you can finally start planning that wedding?" Meredith asked.

"Your invitations will be in the mail next week, as a matter of fact," April replied. "Matthew's mother is, well… eager to get started."

"How about your mother?"

"I'm sure her mother is all over that Mr. Nice Guy she's marrying," Cristina interrupts. "So traditional- not that there is anything wrong with that," she added. "Are you taking his last name? Wait… does he have a last name?"

Arizona rushed through the doors, putting a stop to further wedding talk.

"We have a problem. The motorcycle casualty is the Mayor's son… teenage son, out for a joy ride. They've diverted the others to Seattle Pres, he's our sole priority," She said as she pulled her trauma gown on. "We can't lose this one."

The ambulance screeched into the bay, "Ok people you heard her, let's move." Derek said.

The doors to the rig flew open and the paramedic jumped out relaying vitals.

"Tachycardic and hypotensive en route."

"Obvious head and chest injuries," Arizona said.

"He's hemorrhaging."

"Wait. Hold on. Is that blood coming from his chest?" Cristina asked.

"Extraocular movement's intact," Derek said. "Pupils equal and reactive. Depressed skull fracture with a probable bleed."

"Tell C.T. to get ready for him."

They moved through the packed ER to the first trauma room, and started their initial damage control.

"No obvious spinal deformities," Callie said.

"He needs a central line."

"I'll do a subclavian," April said. "I need a central line kit and sterile gloves."

"Come on. Come on. Come on."

"Call upstairs and tell 'em to prep an OR," Arizona directed.

"V-fib!" Cristian yelled.

"He's crashing."

"Start bagging him."

"Come on. Get him on his back," Callie urged.

"Starting CPR," Cristina said.

"Okay, get me an intubation tray, please," Derek said. "Ready to intubate. Hold in-line stabilization."

"Charging to 120. Clear." Meredith placed the paddles of the defibrillator on the boy sent a jolt through his body.

"Still in V-fib," Cristina said.

"All right. Charge the paddles to 200."

"Charged to 200." Arizona said.

"Clear," Meredith said. Another shock.

"Sinus tach," Cristina said.

"He's back."

"Let's move. Here we go. Everybody, ready? Grab that. Grab it," Arizona said, as she led them out of the room.

"All right. Go, go, go. Let's move. Go." Derek demanded.

"This is too much for us, you know who we need." Meredith said, as they trailed along behind the gurney.

"You're right, he's stable for now. You two get him CT," Callie said to April and Derek. "We'll go get the Chief and meet you in the OR."


Meredith, Cristina, Callie, and Arizona stood in front of the door marked Grey Sloan Memorial Hospital: Chief of Surgery. Callie reached out and opened the door, and they entered the office. There was a massive, beautifully crafted mahogany desk- an elegant leather chair sat behind the desk, facing away from the door. They walked slowly, as if in reverence, towards the Chief.

"Uh, hi. We have a problem." Meredith said.

The chair behind the desk spins around to reveal blonde bombshell, Izzie Stevens, dressed very sharply in a black tailored jacket, she looked both polished and professional.

Izzie smirked and exuded confidence.

"Sounds like you could use my help."