"Change, quickly and run that trauma." Richard instructed and pointed to a room. Meredith nodded and hurried into the locker room. It was deserted. She ran to the locker Richard got her. There was a pair of scrubs and a lab coat in it. She looked down at her outfit. She was wearing fitted jeans with a slight boot cut and a lavender v-neck shirt. It was slightly looser around the stomach. She looked down at her shoes and sighed. She was wearing boats. She let out a frustrated groan.
"We need some help over here." She heard a nurse yell from outside.
"Fuck it," She said to herself in a huff and grabbed her coat. She hurried out throwing it on.
She hurried down the hall to the trauma room.
"What do we have?" She said grabbing the chart from one of the many nurses that filled the room.
"Who are you?" A nurse said.
"You can't be in here." Another nurse chimed in.
"You don't work here." Another continued.
"Dr. Grey?"
Meredith looked up from the chart to see Olivia smiling at her.
"Olivia. It's good to see you. But, can you tell me what is going on here?" She said.
"Oh, yeah, 28 year old female, her car was stuck under another. Her heart rate is… unstable. Breath…" She started to explain.
"She's not breathing."
"Damn it," Meredith cursed.
"Her airway is too closed up. I can't get a tube down it." A nurse said.
"Let me try," She said trying to squeeze by. "Damn it's too tight. Scalpel."
The nurse passed her one.
"Olivia get me a tube."
"Yes doctor. What size?"
".7" She requested. Olivia passed her one. Meredith used her fingers to pull the skin further apart. Then, she swiftly placed the tube in before attaching it to the oxygen. "I need an MRI on her chest."
"I have it, Dr. Grey." Olivia said on her way out. She walked down the hall and passed Debbie, one of her nurse friends. "You will not believe this."
"Something juicy?" Debbie said and raised an eyebrow.
"Oh yeah."
"Spill."
"Meredith Grey is back."
"Dr. Grey? Back?"
"Yes. She's in Trauma 6, working a patient."
"Juicy." Debbie said and walked the other way.