Hey everyone! Thanks so much for the reviews for the first chapter! I was happy that everyone seemed to like the idea od the story..so thank you to: gizziefan118, marlyp, bohemiangirl, brightandshiney, beth1814, and cl06 for reviewing! I reallt did love your reviews, they were great and very encouraging. So you guys are the reason that Im updating already. So anyway, here is the next chapter, so hope you all like and please read and review! :-)
Kat
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Chapter 2
Izzie looked at Mark for a brief second before finally breaking free and running outside. At first she didn't see anything out of the ordinary; just a few people gathered around something on the ground. But as she got closer, she realized it wasn't just something on the ground, it was Meredith. Izzie's eyes widened as she looked down at the puddle of blood that was forming around her friend.
"Meredith," she said, staring down in shock.
"Izzie," Mark said, coming up along side of Izzie. "What happ-" he began, but followed her gaze. He looked down at Meredith's motionless body, then suddenly looked around. "Where's Derek?"
Izzie didn't look though. She didn't even acknowledge Mark's presence. But then it suddenly kicked in. The gravity of the situation suddenly kicked in.
"Meredith!" Izzie said, bending down to check her friend's pulse. "She has a pulse, its faint, but its there," she said, looking up to find that Mark wasn't standing there anymore. She looked around and saw him a couple of feet away, crouched down next to someone else.
"Did anyone call 911?" Izzie asked, looking around.
"Yes, they're on their way," some man said.
"They're only across the street, how long does it take?" Izzie yelled, starting to panic. Izzie looked down and began searching for the source of the bleeding. She turned Meredith onto her side and saw a bullet wound in her back. "Shit, she's been shot," she said under her breath. Izzie looked up to see the paramedics pulling out a stretcher.
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George spotted Lexie walking down the hallway with a vase full of flowers and sighed deeply.
"Lexie!" he called out, catching up to her.
She turned to see him and smiled. "Hey George. Look, I found some more flowers. Don't you think they'd look great by the-"
"Lexie, you cant keep taking stuff from the hospital," he whispered to her.
"Well the patient just left them in her room, so I figured since they were going to throw them out anyway, I might as well use them," she said, hoping he would see her point.
"Yeah, but-" he began, but his pager went off. He looked down and saw it read 911 just as Lexie's went off too.
"911," she said, knowing they were paged for the same thing. She set the flowers down and followed George to the ER.
"What've got?" he asked, looking at Bailey.
"There was a shooting at Joe's and they're bringing in the gunshot victims," Bailey said, heading out the door. She pushed open the door with George following closely behind.
The ambulance pulled up and the doors flew open. George looked up to see Izzie standing there.
"Izzie?" he asked, feeling confused.
"Female in her 30's, gunshot wound to the mid back," the paramedic said, taking the stretcher out.
"It's Meredith," Izzie said, stepping out with the stretcher.
George looked down and to his horror; Meredith was indeed lying there, unconscious.
Bailey watched as Izzie and George took Meredith away and was tempted to follow, but was shaken from her thoughts by Lexie.
"Sorry Doctor Bailey, I was caught up in there," she said, smiling. "Are the gunshot victims here yet?" she asked, completely oblivious about who was just taken inside the hospital.
"Uh, yes, theres another ambulance," she said, as she heard the sirens and saw the ambulance pull up. The doors opened and Bailey was again, greeted by a familiar face.
"Move out of my way!" Doctor Mark Sloan shouted as they pulled the stretcher out.
Bailey looked down to see Derek Shepherd lying on the stretcher.
"Dear God," Bailey said, following Mark into the hospital.
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"Its lodged in there pretty far," Izzie said, examining the bullet wound. She finally got a hold of the bullet and was trying to extract it when the heart monitor went off. Izzie looked up and swore under her breath. "She's losing too much blood!" she yelled.
She finally got the bullet out and prepared to stitch up the wound when the monitor flat lined.
Izzie looked up and stared at the monitor, frozen in fear.
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"He's lost too much blood," Bailey said, throwing away yet another blood soaked cloth.
"No he hasn't," Mark said, as he noticed Derek's heart rate drop. "He's not breathing!" he said, moving to start CPR.
"Paddles!" Bailey said, as Derek flat lined. "Sloan move!" she yelled, reaching out for the paddles. "Charging at 200!" she said, placing the paddles to his chest.
Mark watched as Derek's body jolted, then fell back to the table. "Derek," he said, feeling completely helpless.
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"Doctor Stevens!" someone yelled, snapping Izzie back to reality.
"Give me the paddles!" Izzie said, holding out her hands. "Charging at 200!" she said, as she shocked her friend. She watched the monitor and saw no change. "Again, charging at 300!" she yelled, before shocking her once again.
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Bailey looked down sadly as she stepped away from the operating table.
"D-Doctor Bailey, are you going to call it?" Lexie asked, as tears filled her eyes.
Bailey looked at Lexie for a moment before looking over at the clock. "Time of Death, 11-"
"No!" Mark yelled as he began CPR again. "I will not give up. I will not let you die. You hear me Derek? You can't die, you can't leave me!" Mark screamed as he pressed down on Derek's chest.
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Izzie ripped off her scrub cap as she hurried out of the OR.
"Izzie!" George called after her.
Izzie hurried away, not wanting to talk to anyone at the moment. She just needed to get away, and think. She ran around the corner and into the nearest linen closet. She shut the door behind her and closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. She opened her eyes and saw Mark Sloan sitting there on the floor, staring blankly at her.
She opened her mouth to say something, but found herself unable to speak. She just simply looked at him, as if silently asking if he was okay.
He looked at her for a moment before looking away. He didn't want her to see him like this. He didn't usually let people see the softer, more vulnerable side.
Izzie walked towards him and sat down next to him, taking his hand in hers. He looked down at her hand and gave it a tight squeeze, communicating to her that he was thankful she was there.
