Sloan was face down on the stretcher. His hair and perfect figure his defining features, but at least he was conscious. He kept trying to lift his head against the tape that was keeping him in place. 'Callie.' His voice was muffled but the desperation in his tone was unmistakable. 'Torres?' The muffled shout was slightly louder. 'Torres? Say something supposed to be sarcastic and insulting to me. Torres?!'

'You need to lie still Sloan. We haven't cleared your spine, you have multiple stab wounds and… Aren't you in pain?'

'I got morphine in the field and the stab wounds on my front have the pressure of my weight stopping the bleeding. Why am I still on my front though, by the way?'

'How much morphine were you given?' Hunt asked, they were now in trauma 2 and he was hooking Sloan up to the IV as Alex checked the vitals he could reach.

'Don't know. I was the patient. Why? Where's Callie?'

'Let's worry about you for now.'

'Where. Is. She.' Mark spoke softly, threateningly, then yelled, furiously fighting his restraints. 'Where's Torres!!'

'She's in trauma 1 man. Stop yelling.' Alex was checking the spine. He turned to Hunt. 'Spine feels fine.' Hunt looked at him incredulously. 'Oh. Yeah.' Alex looked down.

Hunt bent down to speak to Sloan. 'Your neck seems fine but the stabber. Well…he left the knife in your back.' Sloan visibly stiffened. 'We can't turn you over. We need to x-ray first.'

'Yeah. Obviously.' Sloan's voice seemed to thicken. 'Why can't I feel it?'

'It might be the morphine. It might be that the knife's not too deep. Can you move your toes?' Alex asked.

'I dunno. Are they moving now?' Sloan sounded worried. Hunt and Alex looked to his feet.

'No, sorry.' Hunt said.

'Wait.' Alex walked to his feet and bent down to look at them. 'It's slight but yeah, they're moving.' Sloan sighed with relief.

Hunt looked to the nurses and Alex. 'Okay let's hurry things along. Karev, let's head to x-ray. Now.'

They pushed the door open and hurried the gurney to the elevators just as, in Trauma 1, Meredith called a code.

'I don't get it.' Meredith was saying to Christina. 'If they were in the car when they were attacked, why does Sloan have his most serious stab wounds in his back?' Christina shrugged, uninterested. The EMT who had yet to leave turned to Meredith. 'It was more a gang than an individual. They seem to have attacked the car from both sides and from what we could tell the male passenger, sorry – Dr. Sloan, had put his body across Dr. Torres to protect her. Of course, by the time he had done this she'd already been stabbed in the chest.' Meredith nodded as the EMT continued. 'The wounds seem random, like the guys with knives couldn't even see what they were doing they just reached inside the car and started stabbing.'

'With some force.' Christina interrupted.

'What?' Meredith turned to Christina.

'Well she's been stabbed in her upper left chest area and it's really deep.' Christina put her fingers into the wound which was still bleeding quite profusely. 'Yeah, I can't feel where it ends. It may go all the way through.'

'Christina? Are you ok?' Meredith was shocked.

'I'm going to go. I have another shout.' The EMT was backing out of the door. 'Call us when something changes, if you can, they're good guys.' Bailey nodded in response to this and continued attaching the IV and pushing blood as she yelled to the nurses to get more units and drugs.

'Christina?' Meredith said, more urgently.

'Yeah. Why wouldn't I be? I love traumas. Shame it's the left. Not as much chance of a good cardio surgery.'

'Christina. It's Callie.' Meredith was incredulous. She knew how people regarded Christina as a robot. She knew better than that but here she was definitely talking to a robot.

'Whatever. A patient's a patient.'

Bailey interrupted. 'When you're finished, I'd like some help.' Her tone dripped with sarcasm, despite the panic and desperation in her gestures. 'She's lost a lot of blood, mainly from the chest wound, she's still not conscious, she's covered in blood and I don't know where it's come from and whose it is! So if you don't mind, some doctors would be nice!' Meredith and Christina nodded guiltily and hurried to the gurney. Meredith began to cut off Callie's dress to see if she could tell whose blood was whose and gasped. 'Bailey?' Blood was trickling steadily from a second serious stab wound in her gut. The tight fit of the dress had been keeping pressure around the wound. The blood flow increased as Meredith removed the fabric of the dress. 'Bailey?!' Bailey walked round to Callie's other side.

For a split second she stared and gasped. Then she regained herself. 'Grey. Did you go to Med school? Apply pressure! Yang get more blood we've got two serious stab wounds. Book an OR she's going to need some repairs.'

'Yeah. Bailey?' Christina was putting pressure on the chest wound. 'When I said it was deep…' Bailey walked back to where Christina was standing. Blood was spreading out onto the gurney from Callie's back so that she was lying in a pool of her own blood. '…I think it's safe to say it went straight through.'

Bailey kicked the brakes off the gurney 'OR. Now.' At that second the machines began to bleep.

'Code Blue.' Called Meredith as Alex and Hunt wheeled Sloan past the doors on his way to x-ray.

I'm going to include other characters as the fic progresses which means that there's quite a bit of jumping around but hopefully the fic should still flow. I love writing this one so i will update as regularly as i can but i also love reviews so please feel free. Thanks. x