Chapter 1

Sirens blared and lights flashed. People ran out of nearby shops to uncover the meaning behind this commotion. Snow fell in thick sheets, obscuring most everyone's view. Paramedics jumped out of their ambulances and lifted an unconscious woman with red hair onto a stretcher. The paramedics carefully lifted the stretcher into the back of the awaiting ambulance and slid it in. Quickly, they shut the doors and the driver got into the front seat. The ambulance sped away, into the blizzard. A different ambulance stayed behind.

The paramedics with this ambulance were busy trying to pull another person out from in between a semi-truck and a large minivan. Their body was crushed in between the two vehicles, so that all you could see of them was a foot.

"If we don't get them out soon," a paramedic yelled, "they are going to bleed to death." They continued with their fruitless attempts at prying apart the bumpers of the semi and the minivan.

"A tow-truck is on it's way!" Another paramedic yelled. He was covered head to toe in thick, white snow. He had an exasperated expression on his face. "There is nothing we can do but wait."

"I guess you're right." Grumbled the paramedic that had been fumbling with the bumpers. She was a short woman with shoulder length black hair peeking out of her hood. "In the meantime, do we know exactly what the hell happened here?" She gestured to all the people that had been standing around, watching them. They all had the same weary, scared expressions on their faces.

"That redhead was walking on the sidewalk. This semi spun off the road and came flying towards her, she never saw it coming." A man piped up from the back of the crowd. His face

was hidden behind a balaclava and he spoke with a strong New York accent. "But, at the last second, somebody jumped up and pushed her out of the way. The semi came barreling into them instead and crushed them between the semi and this minivan" many gasps arose from the crowd.

"Did anyone see them, before they got hit?" the paramedic questioned the group again, trying to find any clue as to who this mysterious savior was.

"No. Sorry. But, whoever his is, that redhead owes them her life. Whoever got hit, they are a savior." The man with the balaklava said, his voice was wracked with a tone of sorrow,showing pity to the unnamed hero. This time, a murmur of agreement rose up from the growing crowd of people surrounding the scene. Many people were taking pictures, others were calling their loved ones, telling them what had happened. A few were praying.

"The tow truck is here." The other paramedic yelled over the crowd. "Everybody move out of the way. Backup, backup. Lisa," he said, addressing the other paramedic. "we are going to need to get the

m on a stretcher as soon as possible. We are also going to need a lot of gauze. There is probably going to be third degree burns. serious bleeding, extensive crush injuries, and extreme internal injuries. We need to make sure that there is a general surgeon, a neurosurgeon, a cardiothoracic surgeon, a trauma surgeon, and a plastic surgeon on standby, try and get the head of each department. Oh, we are probably going to need an orthopedic surgeon as well. This will be difficult." The female paramedic quickly dialed a number on her phone.

"Yes. This is Lisa, I was..." She ran away to get to a quieter spot. The tow truck latched itself onto the back of the minivan. It started to pull. Slowly, a small gap started to form between the two vehicles. A pool of red, shiny blood was visible under the van. The front number of the van was covered in shattered glass and thick blood. People backed out of the way, craning to get a view of the person that was crushed. The further away the van was pulled, the more noticeable the large, pool of blood on the ground was.

The two truck finally managed to get the van away from the scene. The paramedics rushed to the front of the semi, hoping the injuries wouldn't be as bad as they thought. They knelt down to see if they good help the crushed person, but the truck was in the way, so it obscured the view of the crowd. Lisa sat there on the blood and snow covered ground, her mouth was moving, as if she was trying to say something, but no sound was coming out. The crowd, craned their necks to get a glimpse of what she was gaping at, but Lisa stood up and shouted at the crowd.

"Somebody call Seattle Grace. Tell them to put another doctor on the semi case. Tell them to get a pediatrician."