Title: Shattered Picture
Author: Me
Warning: contains child death
A/N: Ok so I know your thing great another child death story but trust me this one is different.
Disclaimer: If I owned anything than there would be no break between seasons. I only own Ella and Ethan.
The sound of a gunshot woke him, but he dismissed it as a car backfiring and laid his head back onto his pillow. He had worked a 24 hour shift and was exhausted. Meredith who slept like a log was next to him curled into the fetal position. A blood-curdling scream had him running from his room and down the stairs. He knew what he would find when he got to the den but he prayed that his kids: Ethan his first-born the one who loved to wrestle on the living room floor at the ripe age of seven, and Ella his baby girl who at four was able to convince him to dress up like a princess all day, were both safe in their beds sound asleep. The door was closed and he paused for a split second to collect his thoughts, the screaming had stopped but whimpering was heard from inside. He saw the blood first and then the small arm covered by princess pajamas on the ground. He only had time to gasp before his world started to spin and then turned black.
His world was shaking, literally.
The haze that came after passing out was still heavy but slowly everything came back, the blood, his baby girl on the floor, a gunshot. He bolted up knocking Ethan over in the process who had been the cause of his world shaking.
"Where's your sister" his voice was frantic and as he asked the question he looked around the small den that had been added on after Meredith found out she was pregnant with Ella.
"It was an accident I swear, Daddy. I'm so sorry it was an accident."
"Call 9-1-1." When his son him and continued to repeat the sentence he yelled startling the child.
"Now Ethan!" the boy ran out heading towards the nearest phone, in the kitchen which still seemed to far.
For the second time since becoming a surgeon Alex Karev froze. The first time he was in an elevator and luckily George had been there, but now he had no one. He wasn't about to take the chance to run and get Meredith.
Finally his instincts kicked in and he grabbed a sweatshirt from the back of the nearest chair brown leather and applied it to the gunshot wound that, he quickly assessed, went straight through his daughter chest, near if not directly through her heart. The blood didn't stop flowing, and he felt nauseated for the first time at the sight of it pooling under her small frame and forever staining the beige carpeting.
The shaking slowly slowed as he closed him self off as he had to do when Ethan had stopped breathing his second day home from the hospital.
Suddenly arms were enclosing his pulling him off his angel. He realized it was the paramedics when he whipped around ready to attack the person. He hadn't even heard the sirens or the front door open.
Meredith appeared next to him shock stopping the sobs he knew would come later. He turned expectantly towards the paramedics trying to figure out why they hadn't wheeled Ella out already.
"Time of death 4:37"
His mind shut down. The only sounds that he heard was the sobbing coming from where Meredith had flung herself onto their daughter's body continuing compressions with every thing she had in her, and to his right where Ethan was clinging to his leg his eyes shut tight mumbling that same sentence.
"It was an accident I swear, Daddy. I'm so sorry it was an accident."
A/N: ok so I was going to stop after Alex passed out but I felt that would be too mean. This isn't the average child death story so review and tell me what you think, should I continue or not.