Author's note: Well, this is heading along in an interesting way. I'm really torturing Cristina, and now getting into Bailey's head. I do love traumatized main characters... *snort*. Thanks to anybody who commented and to anybody who will comment.
Medical info mentioned here is based on... Wikipedia search. I have no medical training, just many hours of TV medical dramas and well... worked for a while at a hospital as an administrative assistant... *second snort*, so basically this means that I beg your forgiveness for any medical discrepancies you will surely find here, but I did try my best to make things sound somewhat believable. *blushing*

Disclaimer: Not mine at all. Love torturing them, is all.

MEGA WHATEVER - Chapter 2
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Miranda Bailey was tired. Now, instead of resting she was running like a mad woman looking for help for Cristina Yang, one of her better students who'd obviously lost it. Why in God's name would somebody with a relatively minor injury choose to do absolutely nothing, thereby turning a simple broken nose into major trauma? Miranda was annoyed. This was a waste of her good time. Well, at least that's what the old Miranda would say, she realized. The old Miranda who wasn't in love with a sexy anesthesiologist, acting like a silly lovey-dovey, and the old Miranda, the one that hadn't been forced to sit by and do nothing while one of her residents died in her lap.

The new Miranda was even more emotional than the old one. The new Miranda looked and sounded just like the old one but she was a complete mess within. So to in all truth, poor Cristina making a fool of herself was actually a good distraction, in a way.

Och. Shut up, Miranda shushed her over-excited mind. Where was everybody? Actually, who could help her with Cristina's injury? She rushed to the ER, there she caught the sight of Mark Sloan. Perfect.

Sloan was writing down orders next to the admitting desk. Miranda moved to his side and tapped his shoulder to grab his attention. Mark looked behind him. It took him a second to register that he had to set his vision somewhat lower than usual. By now this had stopped annoying Miranda. Instead it sort of amused her. "Down here," she chided him.

"Bailey," Mark said with feigned surprise. "How can I be of help?" He continued half-mockingly. Certainly there was no big love in the air between them.

Miranda took a deep breath. "Errm. Can you come with me?" It annoyed her having to ask this man's help. She would have preferred going straight to Owen Hunt, but she recognized that he and Yang had something going on, and one of the things she knew she shouldn't do, was to get somebody emotionally involved, involved at all. So, regrettably, she had to do with what was available, and that was Mark, whom she believed to be full of himself, and with no good reason in her opinion.

"I'm kinda busy down here if you don't mind." Mark wasn't inclined to giving her an easy time; that was for sure.

Miranda huffed. "You think I'm here asking you to come for some hanky panky? If I ask you to come with me, it certainly isn't for one of your usual closet quickies!" Even she realized that she'd gone a tad too far once the words had left her mouth, but they did have the desired effect.

Mark shrugged. "If you put it that way."

"Move it!" Miranda urged Mark Sloan along the corridors. Damn! The Man moved like an elephant considering he was built so elegantly, she mused.

All in all it had only been five minutes since she'd left Cristina, but she had a bad feeling about it and she usually had good hunches, although she wished she didn't sometimes.

Mark kept to himself, thank God. Obviously her mean retort made him think twice about opening his mouth. Just as well, she muttered inwardly. Bad enough having her own thoughts running wild, but to have this 'I-am-in-love-with-myself' Adonis blabbering about would have driven her up the wall. What was wrong with her? She was never that testy. Even when she'd torture her interns, inwardly she was usually as calm as a cucumber. It had been a while since she'd been such a nervous wreck.

Losing Charles like that had shaken her core. She had to get her equilibrium back, but now was not the right time.

It seemed as if it took them forever to reach the spot where she'd left Cristina, when in reality they'd reached her in seconds flat. By then others had found her and were gathering about yelling orders. Still they were the only doctors on the scene and she rushed to take charge.

Of course her hunch was in perfect cue with the events that unfolded. Things were not looking good. Yang had collapsed. Moreover, it seemed she'd had a more than nasty fall. Bailey feared the worst.

Mark looked at Cristina with utter shock, then back at Bailey. "You could have at least warned me!" He berated her.

"I didn't want to alarm Owen," Miranda said quietly as they quickly approached the lifeless Cristina. "And she was in a better state when I left to get you," she added.

Two nurses were laying Yang on a backboard just as they leaned next to her. Miranda felt her pulse; rapid strong beats but she wasn't in tachycardia. That was relatively good. Next she examined her pupils; equal and responsive. Maybe things would turn out for the better. But Cristina's response to her thoughts was to start convulsing, which put a halt on all the good, happy prognosis' Miranda was already playing in her head. SHIT!

"SHIT!" Mark echoed her thoughts out loud.

Mayhem broke loose as people started yelling orders all at once.

"HEY!" Miranda topped the din with a loud no-nonsense shout. "Everybody calm down!" She looked about the group that had formed around Cristina's still-thrashing body. "You!" She pointed with her finger at one of the nurses. "I want 2mg Lorazepam IM, now!"

The nurse acknowledged with a nod of his head and rushed back to his department to get the anticonvulsant.

Alongside Miranda, Mark Sloan was trying to assess Yang's injuries. "This is looking like head trauma," he stated the obvious. "We need Derek."

"Very funny," Miranda retorted. "I guess I could hop by his hospital bed and ask him to drop by and assess her condition, eh?" she continued with a snide. "Oh, right, he's had major heart surgery, but I betcha he can do everything, now, can't he?" Miranda did all but spit at his face. Derek Shepherd, my ass! They needed to get a neurosurgeon to take over for Derek, but they'd only just realized this yesterday, not to mention that Derek wasn't only the senior neurosurgeon, but he was also the hospital director, i.e., the guy calling all the shots, and he was stuck in bed, with minimum function, and he will be this way for a while. Meanwhile they had a situation over here. God, Cristina! What on earth were you thinking? They were already short six doctors and a nurse, and now this! Man, she was so damn tired. So tired. All she really wanted to do was stay at home, with Tucker. But no. She had no choice in the matter. With too many doctors missing, there was no option but to come in and lend a hand, even if you were suffering from obvious PTDS. They hadn't even had the chance to go talk to somebody, to try and get over their trauma. There was no time. Not now. Even if now was the time to get help.

The sound of somebody running raised her out of her reverie. The nurse had returned with the drug and was now administering it. They all watched as Yang's body slowly relaxed. Once she'd calmed down, they all jumped on her, checking her vitals and confirming that aside from her convulsions, her state hadn't changed.

"Let's get her to the ER!" Mark ordered.

"Ehmm… Mark, there's that little issue we spoke about," Miranda hinted, trying to remind Mark that Owen was there.

Mark had none of it. "Dr. Hunt is the only doctor who's on duty who also has the best training to help Cristina! There's no other option right now. He'll have to make do for now."

Miranda knew he was right, but she hoped that Hunt would be able to handle this. She sighed, but nodded her assent.