Alex stood at the nurses station charting, and as he finished the chart for Mrs. Cameron, a twenty something woman who came in for an appendectomy, he turned to the nurse sitting at the desk.

"Have you tracked down my stupid interns yet?" He said, an impatient tone in his voice.

"I've paged them three times, none of them are answering."

"Well, page them again!"

The nurse rolled her eyes and got up from her chair, grabbing her pager. Alex rolled his eyes at her back as she walked away, and went back to charting.

"Can you find your interns? None of mine are answering my pages." Meredith said as she and Cristina came up to him.

"No, I can't find them. My shift ended half an hour ago, and I want to go home but I can't until I find my stupid interns to finish off my charts." Alex said, just as Bailey walked up and handed a chart to one of the nurses.

"Karev, is there something the matter with your hands?" She said, and Alex knew Bailey well enough to know where this was going.

"Well, no, - " He started, but she cut him off with a wave of her hand, saying,

"Then you shouldn't have a problem with doing your charts yourself!" She said, giving him one of her classic 'Bailey looks', and stalked off.

Alex muttered, "Whatever" and went back to charting, as Meredith and Cristina walked off towards the pit.

"Alex needs a girlfriend." Cristina announced as soon as they were out of earshot from him.

"He does? Why?" Meredith asked, looking at Cristina quizzically. Cristina couldn't be about to do something nice for Alex, could she?

"Because I want his room." Cristina said, and Meredith got even more confused. Normally she could figure Cristina out, but this was a bit random.

"You have a whole apartment. You just moved in with Owen, remember?"

Maybe she's having second thoughts, maybe she wants to break up with Owen.

"Of course I remember. I just…remember when Derek first moved in with you, and you decided to clear out your moms den for him to use? And he felt bad, so he let you and me have the trailer for us to go if we have the dark and twisties? And then Alex and Izzie moved in and then Izzie left and now there are builders everywhere on that land? Alex needs to move out so we can have space for us to have the dark and twisties."

By the time Cristina had finished her little speech, she and Meredith had arrived at the ER.

"Okay. I think it's a good idea. And it means Alex won't be all hung up on Izzie anymore, he won't be lonely." Meredith smiled.

"Whatever. I just need somewhere to be dark and twisty." Cristina said, and then ran over to the ambulance bay.

Meredith watched Cristina go and wait for the incoming ambulance, and then walked over to the first curtain.

"What've you got?" She asked the nurse standing outside the curtain with the chart.

"Pregnant female, Molly Jacobson, 19 years old, passed out in a grocery store. Baby is 23 weeks." The nurse lowered her voice. "I also noticed when her scarf moved when she lay down that she had a number of bruises on her chest. They looked bad, you should have a look at them, maybe get an x-ray. I'll be over at the desk if you need me to get scans or anything."

"Okay, thank you." Meredith said as she took the chart from the nurse.

"Hello, I'm Dr. Grey, I'm going to do a quick exam on you if thats okay. First I'm going to ask you a few questions, and I want you to answer them as specifically as possible. Who is your OB-GYN?" Meredith said as she opened the curtain.

Molly Jacobson was a small woman, so small that her pregnant belly seemed a few sizes to big for her. She was lying on the bed with her head propped up by pillows, watching Meredith take blood from her vein in her elbow. It had taken Meredith a few tries to get a good vein, but eventually she had moved to Molly's left arm and it had worked better. They sat in silence as Meredith watched the blood fill the tube and Molly watched Meredith. Suddenly, there was a loud voice carrying throughout the ER.

"Where is he? Just tell me where my boyfriend is, okay? Just tell me! Tell me! Why aren't you telling me?"

Meredith quickly walked into the crowded ER, and went over to the woman that was yelling. "Where is he? Where have you taken him? Please! Where is he?"

"Are you alright? Is there a problem?" Meredith put a hand on the woman's arm, and she jumped and slapped Meredith's arm away.

"What is your boyfriends name?" The nurse who she'd been yelling at asked softly. Meredith looked back at the woman, and was surprised to see that in the time it had taken the nurse to ask her what her boyfriends name was, she'd completely calmed down. Her face had visibly relaxed, she had stopped shaking and she was now looking just like a lot of worried people that came into the hospital looking for loved ones. Confused, shocked, scared. I looked at the nurse, and her face expressed just how I was feeling.

"His name is Kevin. Kevin Barton. Please, he was in a car accident, I just want to know if he's okay. I'm so sorry I yelled, I'm just so worried about him." Her voice was quiet, and as she spoke she rested a hand on the nurses desk, as if to steady herself.

"And you're his girlfriend? What's your name?" The nurse asked, looking down at a chart that she had picked up.

"Teresa Gibson. Is that his chart?" The woman asked, leaning over the desk to get a glimpse of the chart. The nurse abruptly closed the chart, and stood up.

"Yes, we have a Kevin Barton in a trauma room at the moment. Unfortunately, I cannot let you see him while the doctors are working on him, but I can get you a coffee or water while you sit in the waiting area down the hall."

The nurse spoke timidly, and Meredith could tell she was afraid that Teresa would start to yell again. But Teresa didn't say anything at all except, "How long until I can see him?", and the nurse replied that she didn't know.

"I'm sorry about that, there was a situation in the ER. How are you feeling, Miss. Jacobson?" Meredith said when she got back to Molly.

"I'm fine, just tired, you know. I'm always tired." She gave a feeble laugh, and Meredith smiled with her. "A nurse came by and put those papers down over there. She told me to tell you they were there." Molly said, pointing to a few sheets of paper lying on the spare chair.

"Oh, those will be your results from the blood test." Meredith picked up the sheet of paper and nodded.

"This explains your tiredness and lack of energy. You are extremely low in iron and B12. I'll just grab another doctor to write you a prescription for some iron tablets, and I think you'll need the B12 injections, because it is dangerously low. I'll be right back." Meredith smiled, and went to go and find Bailey.

She found her doing a consult for Arizona in the Pediatrics wing. "I have a patient in the pit, and the blood test results show that she has both iron deficiency anemia and pernicious anemia. Can you write her the prescription so I can give her the first injection now?" Meredith said, while showing Bailey the blood results.

"You want me to write a prescription? Aren't there more urgent cases in the ER for you to work on? She could get these pills and injections from her regular doctor." Bailey said, looking at Meredith oddly.

"I know, but there isn't anything in the pit at the moment apart from two car crash victims, and Cristina and Jackson are on those cases. I promise, if anything urgent comes in I will give her the prescription and send her away." Meredith said, and she could see the surprise on Bailey's face.

"Okay, here you go." Bailey said, scribbling down her signature and handing Meredith the piece of paper.

"Thanks."

Meredith didn't really know why she was wasting her time with Molly, but she really wanted to have a look at the bruises that the nurse was talking about, and she felt like she had to spend a bit more time with Molly first. So she was giving injections. When she could be cutting someones brain open, she was giving injections.