Disclaimer: Well, its no surprise that I don't own Grey's Anatomy, but lets not dwell on that fact, I wish I owned it. Actually, I wish I owned Patrick Dempsey.
Hello, this isn't my first story, even though it might appear that way. I have another account but I have a couple unfinished stories and I felt that I wanted to write a better story, so I deemed it necessary to make a new account. So hello, thanks for reading. Please review, reviews help. This story is probably going to be pretty typical...and I know that, don't remind me!
Its called What I Wouldn't Give and in it, we lose a character. Just warning you, keep your brains open! Thanks.
Meredith slowly opened her eyes, but immediately regretted the action. She could feel the blood flowing steadily down her cheek, frowning she reached up to wipe it off, but her arm wouldn't budge.
"Iz?" she called next to her, "Iz, are you awake?" Gathering the strength to open her eyes again, she saw Izzie's lifeless body slumped forward against the dashboard. Everything had happened in a flash, one moment the two had been crossing an intersection, and the next moment they were upside down.
It hadn't been Meredith's fault, the light had obviously been green. The person that had caused the accident had been flying through the intersection, oblivious to the fact that his light was red. Izzie had sworn at the top of her lungs to get Meredith's attention, but Meredith knew that all she could do was keep driving, and hope for the best. Now one of her closest friends was unconsious, bleeding next to her.
Meredith sighed, trying to move. Izzie wasn't moving, Izzie wasn't awake. "Izzie?" she called again, her voice sounding weaker. She could hear the sirens approaching from the distance, and she knew that the paramedics would help Izzie, but Meredith wanted to know for herself if her friend was going to be okay. As the sirens came closer, Meredith finally gave in and let the darkness take over her body.
"Where is Stevens?" Callie asked the rest of the residents angrily, she didn't tolerate it when people were tardy, especially Izzie.
"I don't know," George shrugged, "I came in early, she was riding with Grey."
"Well in that case..." Callie began, suddenly noticing the absence of Meredith, "Where is Grey? Do they think that they can just come and go as they please? Is saving lives just not important enough for them?"
"Do you want me to - " Cristina was cut-off by the pure anger rising in Callie's voice. The past week had been extremely rough for Callie and her temper had fluctuated to an all-time high.
"No!" Callie barked, "I want you to go to the pit help with any incomings," Callie shrugged, "Karev - you can scrub in with me."
"The pit?" Cristina asked, "Why can't I go with Hahn? Izzie and Meredith are late, they can help in the pit."
"Do not," Callie stared Cristina down, "Just do not cross me today, not today. I have too much on my plate to deal with the 'I'm Cristina Yang and I'm better than you' bullshit. Take your interns with you."
"Yes mam," Cristina hung her head and headed towards the elevators.
"We have two incoming ambulances," Cristina confirmed to her interns, tying on her yellow smock, "One and two, you take the first ambulance, three, four, and five - you take the second ambulance."
"Do we have any idea what to expect?" Lexie asked, the pit was her least favorite place to help at the hospital.
"Hopefully blood, lots of blood, and guts," Cristina smiled, watching the ambulances pull towards them.
The doors of the first ambulance swung open, and Cristina noticed blood on the paramedic.
"28 year old female, driver t-boned at an intersection, lacerations all over the body, obvious injuries to both legs and arms, possible spinal injuries and head injuries, stomach bruising," the paramedic told Cristina as the two interns helped get the stretcher down from the ambulance.
"Okay people let's - " Cristina paused as she looked at her best friend laying on the stretcher, "Shit...Meredith!" Cristina's head began to spin, she was frantic. It seemed that every bit of medicine she knew had vanished.
Cristina couldn't move, she was frozen to where she was standing. Too many times had Cristina stood in the same position, preoccupied by the fact that Meredith was about to die. Two other times had Cristina cried tears of joy when she found out that her friend would make it to see another day. For once, Cristina had little faith that Meredith would make it.
"Take her into Trauma Room 1 and page the chief!" Cristina commanded, wondering if Izzie was going to be in the next ambulance. Cristina couldn't think straight, frankly, she didn't know what to think.
"Three, four, five, what have you got?" Cristina asked, trying to forget how her best friend had looked coming into the hospital on a stretcher.
The three interns turned around, looking shaken. With a sympathetic glance towards their superior, who they knew was friends with the victim, Lexie was the first to announce, "It's Dr. Stevens...she, she didn't make it."
Once again, Cristina found her feet frozen to the ground. Most people would instantly break down, but all Cristina could do was turn and run towards the building. Ignoring the fact that Izzie was dead and Meredith was unstable in a trauma room, Cristina paused, leaned against a wall, and slid down to the floor, throwing her head in her hands.
Cristina hadn't been able to move from where she was seated. Leaning back against the wall of the hallway, she watched as people whizzed past her. She hadn't even thought to page anyone, she could only think about the life that was lost and the life that was fighting.
"Hi," she looked over as Lexie Grey sat down awkwardly next to her, "You know - Bailey, Torres, and the Chief are all in there fighting for Meredith's life...I think she'll -"
"Okay," Cristina began, turning towards her intern, "I don't know what made you think that you could talk to me. First, my best friend and my sister, who is closer to me than you could ever hope to get with her, is in that room fighting for her life. My other friend, Dr. Stevens, she DIED this morning, and right now I'm dealing, and to me dealing involves NO INTERNS BUGGING ME. If you want to do something useful, page Dr. Karev and O'Malley, tell them to come here."
"Yes mam," Lexie frowned, standing up and heading towards the waiting room. Cristina was angry, no one had bothered to come tell her anything, and the only person she had to sympathize with her pain was a lowly intern who talked too much too often.
Five minutes later, Alex came strolling towards Cristina, looking extremely pleased.
"Dude, Callie's surgery later is going to be - "
"Shut up," Cristina cut him off, "Just..." Looking at one of her 'family members' made the tears finally rush to her eyes. She and the chief were the only people who knew about Izzie so far, and she needed to tell someone else, "Sit down."
"Cristina, whats the problem? You looked freaked," Alex sat down, looking puzzled.
"I was on pit duty, as I'm sure you remember and...I went out to the first ambulance, and...it was Meredith. She was bleeding, a lot. Izzie was...Izzie was in the second...Alex, Izzie is...Izzie didn't, Izzie..."
"What?" Alex cried, jumping up from his seat, "Izzie...no, is she...?" Alex felt his knees shaking, Cristina hadn't been straight forward, but her point had been made obviously clear.
"Yes, Alex," the tears finally reached Cristina's eyes. Alex froze and sank into the chair again.
"No," his eyes began welling up with tears, "No...please don't...no."
"How am I supposed to tell George?" Cristina asked, notcing Dr. Bailey and George walking towards her at the same time.
"Cristina - what did you need?" George questioned, looking concerned at their faces.
"Cristina - I'm here to give you an update," Dr. Bailey sighed, taking a seat across from Cristina.
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