Callie's POV
"Shit just look at me again. Ah there!" I wave my arm as quickly as I can but see that it comes out in slow motion. She comes to me with the baby. She talks to me about an ambulance and pain. If she would just listen, I don't care about my pain… just listen to me!
I explain as quickly as I can that she needs to release the baby from the car seat. She argues with me, probably doing as she was taught and protecting a fragile neck. I try to convince her and she does it. As soon as the baby is not bound by the tight straps he comes to life. My head starts to swim as I see her trying to allow him to breathe. My eyes are heavier now and I cannot fight their weight. I hear his cries. Then nothing.
Arizona's POV
Thank God, another responding officer arrives on scene and I scream at him to take my place with the child. Hastily explaining how to hold the child and allowing him to cry, I move to the woman in the rear car, the woman who had been so selfless when she had been equally as traumatized. Bad gash on her left leg. Metal from the door cut into her scrub clad thigh. "God these old cars are like death traps" I thought out loud and silently cursed the doctor's vintage t-bird. Grabbing a tourniquet from my bag, I reach in through the window and try to place it under her thigh. After a good bit of fighting, I am able to lift her pinned leg enough to place the material underneath. I quickly tie it above the gash and began applying pressure. I did not glove my hands before running to assist, cursing myself as I saw blood on both hands and on my right sleeve. I hear the screams from other injured motorists. I hear the infant's cries. I glance to the motionless woman in the middle car. As the gravity of the situation hits me, I did something that I had not done for years. I bowed my head, closed my eyes, and prayed. I prayed for the lives of all involved. I prayed for the life of the amazingly selfless woman whose blood now covered both of my hands, and I prayed that I could find a way to take away their pain. As I begin speaking these words out loud, looking for help from the heavens, I hear the wail of sirens as the ambulance approached.
"Six subject involved, possible fatality in middle car, infant injured but breathing, airway is clear, lead car has one code delta and two code charlies, I have not seen their injuries, this one is a code Charlie with blood loss. Pulse is weak and thready. Wound has been tied off but she will need to be extracted. Fire department is enroute to assist with extrication. We need a line for a field transfusion. She is still bleeding through the gause and the tourniquet." Arizona knew that this was unconventional and that normally their injuries would be assessed and treated after extrication. But she knew that something had to be done. This one was not going to wait. She was not going to die on her watch.
Arizona held the bag of O negative blood as the fire department cut through the steel doors of the vintage t-bird. The paramedic had started an IV in her left arm to try to replace some of the blood that had been lost. The piercing sound of the saw cutting into metal deafened her. If the beautiful doctor would be awake to see this she would surely contest the cutting of his beautiful machine. She focused on her imaginary dialogue that this woman would have with firemen to keep as much of her car intact as possible. The thoughts kept her from thinking about the fact that the woman was quite possibly dying in the car while they waited helplessly outside of her window.
The woman in the middle car had since been pronounced deceased on scene by paramedics, the three teenagers in the lead car which caused the accident were transported to the hospital as well as the infant who was screaming with all of his might. He had been given a good prognosis and the wound had stopped bleeding before he was placed in the back of the ambulance. She was able to see his little arms and legs flailing in a fit of fear before they closed the door. As much as she wanted to go comfort that child, she was not leaving the doctor's side.
"Please pull through, just pull through. You don't get to die tonight ok? Open your eyes." As she pleaded with the unconscious doctor, the cut door fell off of the vehicle, giving the responders full access to her limp body. Arizona handed off the bag of blood and grabbed a neck brace from the paramedic. Placing it gently around the neck of the Latina, she then grabbed her shoulders, keeping her head evenly placed between her own arms as she turned her body to extricate her from the vehicle. Paramedics placed the backboard underneath the doctor's shoulders and Arizona was able to drag the doctor backwards onto the board. It was then that she saw the name tag pinned to the waistband of her scrub pants. Dr. Callie Torres. "You will be ok Dr. Callie. I promise, you will be ok." As she handed over the backboard to the second paramedic she whispered to no one in particular "take care of her ok? " Arizona watched as the Doctor was wheeled to the waiting ambulance and saw the shake of her body as they lifted the stretcher into the back. She saw her head shake from side to side with the movement of the stretcher as it locked into place. And the doors closed, and she was gone.