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Warning for possible triggers from implied drug use and car accidents in this chapter.

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April sighed as she took up her place at the centre of the trauma station, ensuring charts were in order and organising staff. Emergency service workers were bringing more and more patients in, many of them children. The ER room was steadily filling up. This was going to be a long day. A tragedy had occurred. A truck driver, transporting produce to a local factory, had worked far too many shifts and ahd decided to substitute meth-amphetamine for sleep. In his exhausted state he had tried to run a red light and had subsequently collided with a school bus transporting the schools middle school baseball team to an early morning game. Nine students were injured. Their coach was on life support, and the bus driver had died on the way to hospital. The truck driver was currently in a coma. Of everyone, ironically he seemed in the best condition.

Additionally three cars had been caught in the accident as the semi trailer swerved out of control, injuring another seven. Two of the car passengers had died and one driver was currently fighting for her life on the operating table. Most of them had not been wearing their seat belts. April didn't get it. So much time and effort had been put into ensuring that school buses had safety belts and yet no one was willing to make the students to wear them, and as for the cars... the one person who had worn a seatbelt was now fighting desperately for her life in OR2 as Bailey and Yang struggled to stabilize her. She may have saved her three children's lives though, as she had strapped her kids in safely and kept them in the back seat. Sometimes Jesus didn't make sense. How could he let something like this happen?

Looking down at her beeper, she once again paged Doctor Torres, they was going to need her. Where was she? A page had been sent over an hour ago. It was not like Callie to be late. While she thought about it where was that intern, Leah? Did Leah want to have a complaint against her, if so she was going the right way about it.

She directed the nurses and a couple of the interns to triage and treat the patients as they came in. Well, the interns really. The nurses knew what they were doing.

There were a lot of broken bones. Broken bones and small broken bodies. Hopefully the hospital could work hard to ensure that this didn't become a bigger tragedy then it already was. She sighed. Why didn't they make it law to wear seat belts in cars? It would lighten her job considerably. This was such a waste. She hated waste. She had to stop thinking about seat belts, and waste. April tended to fixate on certain details when she was sleep deprived. This was not the time for daydreaming. She still had to sort out details such as the ids of the injured. The parents of the children were in the process of being contacted. April was also trying to reach the school to obtain a roster and verify the patients identities. She also had to let the next of kin know. Those who could be called had been, but some remained out of contact. She had no time to ruminate on seat belts or interns, or waste. A certain intern who worked nearby Dr Avery, caused her to frown momentarily. Talk about waste.

Doctor Robbins and Doctor Karev in the meanwhile were consulting over a badly injured boy. The boy was in a critical condition. He appeared to be between the ages of 12-14. It was hard to tell. However old he was- it was too young for something like this.

Finally Doctor Torres arrived, looking frazzled. She approached April.

"What happened here?".

"A truck driver collided with a bus and wiped out three cars in the process. Doctor Robbin's needs you for a consult on that young John Doe, immediately." April filled her in on the details.

Callie headed over to the boy. Alex had now moved onto the next patient, leaving Arizona alone with the boy. April took a moment to relax. The calm before the storm. It seemed as if Doctor Robbins and Doctor Torres might actually be able to work together without killing each other.

They were communicating! That was really good. From the corner of the room she saw Leah approach. Two steaming plastic coffee cups with lids on them in her hand. She was making a beeline for Arizona, her wide grin changing to a grimace as she took in the scene. April wasn't exactly sure what was going on in that little 'shituation' but she was sure it wasn't good. She watched in horror as Leah sidled over to Arizona positioning herself just a little too closely to Arizona to examine to the patient. The girl was trying to flirt! Openly and in front of Callie. Did Leah have a death wish?

"I brought you coffee," she said to Arizona.

"Thanks Leah, that was really thoughtful of you."

"Pleasure is all mine", Leah whispered in her ear, loudly enough for April to hear. If April could hear... that meant. It was official, Leah was suicidal. How soon was too soon to run interference?

April watched as Callie's eyes grew to the size of saucers. She opened her mouth to speak and then shut it. Her hands were going white, and her face was turning red. Now would be a good time to do something. She gulped. Yep. Definitely. Now. She nodded to herself and then headed on over.