Thanks for reading. Sorry I didn't update sooner, I was out of the country. This chapter like the last is going to be short, but the next chapter which I am going to post today is going to be much longer. I just wanted one more quick cliff hanger before I really got into the story. I hope you like it. Once again I don't own Grey's Anatomy or any of its characters.
"What have we got?" Derek questioned as he rushed into Trauma room two where Bailey and the Chief were attempting to stabilize Izzie. Derek did a double take when he realized who was lying on the gurney. "We think she may have an aneurysm, we're sending her down for a CT now, we want you to go with her. Don't leave her side." The Chief ordered exhausted. "Right." Derek said stunned as he began to follow Izzie's gurney out the door. He turned around for a moment. "Are you going to page her friends?" Derek asked unsure of what he wanted the answer to be. "I'm going to do that now." Bailey said as she shuffled over to the phone once again. Derek nodded his head and turned around to catch up with Izzie.
As Christina let the air from the vents sweep through her the incessant blaring of her beeper broke her from her reverie. As she looked down at it, the simple statement was all too familiar. "Izzie 911" It read. Immediately Christina was flying through the halls on her way to find out what was going on. George too had a strange feeling of déjà vu as he read "Izzie 911" He literally dropped the charts he was working on and frantically tried to find out what was happening. Meredith however would not have the same luxury of dropping what she was doing to respond to her page. Her beeper just out of hands reach lay in a pool of blood, her own. Bordering on consciousness she stared at it buzzing on the floor, her only lifeline to reality, she had to hold on.