Code Black strikes at SGH. How will everyone cope with the trauma? The shock? The suprises that will unveil? Telling you the pairings would be too simple... Based on the Song Grace By Kate Havenik...Such a great song!!
Chapter 1 - She'll Be Fine.
I'm on my knees
only memories are left for me to hold
(Kate Havenik - Grace)
I'm scared.
I know, you can do this. It'll be over in a second, you can do this Meredith.
Ok.
Ok.
The words ran through Meredith's head. She had been told to think of someone she liked, to help her stay calm. She thought of Derek. Dr. McDreamy. The love of her life, her soul companion. She tried remembering their last kiss, but she couldn't remember. Instead, she explained she was scared, as usual Derek reassured her, and told her exactly what she needed to hear. Carefully, Meredith began to pull the live ammunition out from the motionless body infront of her. The head of the bomb squad, Dylan, leaned in closely, slowly taking it from her hand. He turned ever so slightly on his heel, and began to walk out of the door. Meredith took a long, deep sigh of relief, and quickly glanced over at the door. She began to follow, why? She didn't know. She just needed that small sense of closure, telling her that she would live for another day. Dr. Burke watched her as she left, and began to stitch the body back up.
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Derek had finished operating on Bailey's husband, Tucker, and was now also stitching his patient up. He threw his bloodied gloves into the bin, and scrubbed his hands sterile. Christina also scrubbed her hands clean, and there was a slight sense of tension through the scrub room.
''She..She's OK, right?'' Derek blurted out, looking at Cristina. His eyes were pale, and weak, his face looked gaunt and terrified. Cristina uncharacteristically placed a hand on his shoulder, and smiled at him.
''She's Meredith Grey. Of course she's OK. She's gonna be fine,'' Cristina realised how sencere she had been, and suddenly got back into her McBitch routine. ''Not that you'd care, you stayed with the She-Shepherd.''
Derek smiled, and wiped his hands. He headed towards the elevator, when he heard a small noise coming from the other end of the hospital. He turned to look at Cristina, who shook her head, even though she too, was thinking the worst. He headed in the direction of the noise, Cristina rapidly in tow.
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Meredith had been caught in the backfire, the force of the explosion had sent her flying across the hallway, smashing her head against the floor. Smoke coated the corridor, 'pink mist' floated in the air, along with pieces of debris, and small flames. Preston was still inside the OR with a few of the nurses that had helped him prep the room. He ordered them to finish stitching the body together, and hurried out to the hallway. He choked as he ran out, and covered his mouth with his sleeve. The hall was pitch-black with smoke, he leaned against the wall to find his way to the corner, and turned into a seprate hallway. If only he had leaned onto the wall opposite him, he may have found Meredith, who was lying unconcious on the floor. Why did she have to run? Walking would have been fine, if she had walked, if she had been a few more feet away, she may not have lost consciousness, and she may have been found by Preston.
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As Preston pressed the button for the elevator, he saw Derek running up to him, shortly followed by Cristina. ''What...What happened?'' Derek gasped, leaning against the wall, catching his breath back.
''The bomb,'' Burke choked, also trying to get his breath back. ''Exploded.'' Derek stood up straight, and followed Burke into the elevator.
''What about Meredith, where is she?''
Burke exchanged glances with Cristina, and then turned back to Derek. ''We'll find her. But we have to find the Chief first.'' Burke explained. Once again, he turned to Cristina, and nodded at her slightly. The elevator doors closed, and Cristina headed to the smokey hallway, covering her mouth as she did so.
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The staff of SGH gathered around the elevator doors. Chief Webber stood, with his arms crossed, waiting for their arrival. The doors opened revealing his two best surgeons. Derek stepped out first, and searched around the crowd of people, looking for his favourite coloured hair, and those two beautiful pale green eyes, that wide yet petite smile.
''Where is she?'' He asked, still searching for his intern.
''You had to be the cowboy...''
''Where is she?!'' Derek interrupted, his voice demanding and answer.
''She's right here.'' Dr. Webber stepped aside, and a tall, leggy, bouncy-haired red head scurried towards him.
''Derek! Thank God, you're alive'' She said, her voice on the edge of breaking. Adele, Chief Webber's wife, glanced over at the couple, noticing the look of utter disappointment on Derek's face. She leaned into Richard, and whispered in his ear;
''That is not the 'She' he was asking for.''
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Cristina squinted her eyes around the room, the smoke was clearing now, she could see through the smoke. She headed down the hall, and noticed a body on the floor. Crouching down she saw the familiar blue scrubs, the flak jacket, the dirty blonde hair, she knew it was Meredith. Cristina checked for a pulse, it was there, but very faint. She searched the hallway for a gurney, but they had all been damaged in some way by the impact of the explosion. Cristina grabbed Meredith under the arms, and pulled her out into the hallway she had just appeared in. Luckily, Izzie was happily bounding down the corridor towards them, unaware of the incident that had just happened.
''Oh my God? Meredith? Cristina? What's going on?''
''Shut up Princess, just get me a gurney!'' Cristina ordered her. Izzie didn't need telling twice. She grabbed the perfectly stable one next to her and helped Cristina lift Meredith onto the bed. They pressed the button for the elevator, and Cristina explained what had happened.
''...So we need to get her to upstairs to the Chief or someone and they'll know what to do.'' Cristina clutched her forehead and leaned against the wall. They entered the lift, and both looked down at Meredith. Cristina looked up to Izzie, noticing her face was full of concern and worry.
''What's wrong Princess?''
''She...She's,'' Izzie checked Meredith's pulse. ''She's not breathing!''
Cristina grabbed the stethoscope from around Izzie's neck and listened for a heartbeat. ''Her heart's stopped!''
Izzie started compressions, only to be overtaken by Cristina. The elevator stopped, and the doors opened. Everyone stood still as the saw the scene unveil.
''CODE BLUE!'' Izzie yelled, unknown what else to do. A few nurses ran to get a machine, and Izzie pulled the gurney out onto the floor. Derek saw the gurney and the bloodied face of the intern. The intern he so desperately loved, and needed and cared for.
''MEREDITH!!'' He yelled, pushing Addison aside. Burke stopped Derek from moving any closer to Meredith.
''Get off me!'' Derek's eyes were full of anger, and sorrow.
''You'll only make matters worse!!'' The chief began to help Cristina and Izzie,
''Charge 200'' He told the nurses. Flatline.
''Charge 300'' He ordered once more. Still, nothing.
''Charge 360!...Charge again!...Charge again!!'' The room went eerily quiet, the atmosphere was tense. The only sound to fill the area was the cold, sharp sound of a flatline.
''Time...Time of death 14:26.'' Richard stuttered, and walked away in disbelief. One of the nurses switched off the monitor. The room was deadly silent. Everyone turned to face Derek, who had fallen to his knees, staring at the lifeless body of his soulmate.
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