This chapter is with thanks to mcDreamy's intern97 who gave me the idea. So I hope you all enjoy. And also you have to review. REVIEWS are good.

Owen through his scrub mask angrily at the wall, it fell limply into the bin. Owen proceeded to scrub his hands furiously as Karev walked through the door, throwing his scrub mask in the bin as well.

Karev scrubbed the soap on his hands and partially up his arms. He turned to look at Owen whose brow was furrowed.

"I'm sorry we lost her."

"You did good work in there Karev."

"Thank you sir."

"You were right Karev. There was nothing we could do, there was too much bleeding." Alex nodded as he wiped his hands dry, leaving Owen alone in the scrub room.

"Zola." Zola turned to face Derek. Her eyes lit up, a smile stretching across her face. She giggled throwing her giraffe to hit Derek in the face. She giggled again clapping her hands in delight. "Was that funny, was it?" He smiled. She tried to grab at Derek's hair, falling forward and rolling over onto her back, legs kicking. "Alright then baby," he said as he scooped her up, "we had better get you back to your mummy before she bites my head off."

"What the hell is up with you Avery?" Lexie slammed the door shut behind her as she followed Avery into the living room.

"Nothing," he turned to face her, dropping his keys on the nearby coffee table.

"So you've told me," she snapped.

"Then what's the problem?"

"What's the problem?" she repeated in a rather mocking manner. "You don't even look at me anymore. At dinner you barely spoke a word. You won't even touch me." She buried her head in her hands momentarily before looking back up at Avery. "And yet, you look me in the eyes and you tell me nothing is wrong."

"I don't know what to say Lexie. I don't want to hurt you."

"It's a bit late for that." Avery could see the hurt in her eyes. He didn't know what to do, how to make things better. He carefully moved closer to her, stretching out his hand he placed it gently on Lexie's arm. She shrugged him off dismissively. "I think you had better go," she said coldly. He shook his head slightly, picking up his keys before pushing past her and out the door.

"What was that about?" Meredith asked as she stood in the open doorway, Zola resting in her arms. "Everything alright?"

"Yeah," she lied wiping her eyes before facing Meredith. "I'm just going to go out for a while."

"Ok."

Meredith rolled over in bed, trying to go back to sleep. The crying continued. She sighed rolling out of bed she slowly made her way over to Zola's crib, rubbing her eyes with a yawn.

"What's wrong baby?" She asked almost to herself as she pulled her into a comforting hug. "What do you want?" she asked as she ran her fingers across her face. She stopped. Running her fingers back across the crying baby's forehead. "You're hot," she whispered. "Poor Zola" she said as she rocked her in her arms. You're very hot, too hot, yes, no. I don't know. I should know. I am a doctor. I was a doctor. A good doctor. Doctors know things. From just feeling a forehead I should know if someone is too hot. "Yes," she said worriedly. "Too hot. I think you're too hot." She quickly pulled up a blanket from Zola's crib and wrapped it around her. "Don't worry Zola I'll look after you." She carried the crying Zola out of her room and down the hallway. "Lexie," she called out. No response. She must be sleeping she thought. "Lexie," she called again pushing open her bedroom door to see her made unslept in bed. "Alright it's fine," she said reassuringly to Zola, but more to herself. "We'll just – we'll go to the hospital." She quickly changed, and carried Zola to the car. "See Zola, everything will be fine," she told her as she strapped her into her car seat.

Cristina rolled over hugging her pregnancy pillow. She was uncomfortable and hot. She kicked the blankets and sheets off herself angrily. She heard Owen murmur something beside her. Something about being kicked or something she didn't really know. As a matter of fact she didn't care. She had to carry this baby which she seemed to think weighed a ton around inside her for nine months. Yes, he should stop hi whinging she thought. She decided he should be kicked more often. Knock the annoyingness out of him. She would swear he was a lot more annoying now she was pregnant. It was all about how she was feeling. She couldn't even eat a sandwich without Owen asking if she was nauseous. She stopped thinking. She looked down at the bed a spreading wet patch appearing.

"Oh no."

"It's ok Zola," she stressed as she tried to comfort the screaming child, as she sped down the highway. It was a horrible sound, you could hear the pain in her cry as it pierced your ears. "Zola please stop crying." She rubbed her head with one hand, keeping the other on the wheel. She looked to her bag which sat on the passenger seat, trying to keep her eyes looking forward she rummaged through the bag, before pulling out her phone a dialling a number with fumbling fingers. "Come on Derek, pick up." She whispered, pleading to the phone. She could hear Zola's desperate cries in the background. She turned around rubbing Zola's leg in comfort.

It was as if her ears had burst, the piercing sound of metal bonding and then splitting. It had happened so fast, she had barely anytime to react. There was a loud beeping, she thinks. Causing her to turn her attention away from Zola allowing her to see the incoming bright light. Closer and closer it came, it was moving so fast. She had remembered wondering if this was it, if this was the last thing she was ever going to see, with that thought she turned her head in fear to see the face of Zola, if Zola was the last thing for her to see, well she thought that would be better. The image she would take to her grave. When they collided it felt like she was being ripped apart. The car shot backwards, Zola letting out a high pitched squeal of fear as the car twisted and spun out of control. That was the last she remembered of it. Nothing else but the faint cries of Zola as she drifted in and out of consciousness.

It is a bit of a short chapter but deal with it. I hope you like the 'big' event I realise it is a bit like Callie's accident but whatever this is different. I wanted to do something with like the whole child crying in the back distraction thingy, I don't really know what I am talking about. Anyway hope you like it so far.