A/N: For those of you who are wondering, I am planning to have this story go on for a good long while. I've always wanted to write a never ending fiction, I wonder if I will be able to make this one a never ending one. I think that would be pretty cool, as long as I don't run out of ideas, lol. Hope you enjoy this chapter!


Chapter Eleven: Serious as a Gun Shot Wound

Arizona had her hands over her ears as she sat in the fetal position in the corner of the restroom. She heard the two shots that were fired, and she tried to block out all of the commotion going on outside the walls of that small room. Her sobs drown out only very little of the noise outside, and her hands over her ears muffled more of it. Still, it wasn't enough to keep her calm. "I wanna go home, I wanna go home, I wanna go home," she whimpered under her breath as she rocked back and forth.


Once Derek had finally gotten Meredith calm and away from the window, they heard the shots that were fired. "Oh my God," Meredith's head flew up from the surface of the desk that it was rested on.

"Meredith," Derek said, trying to grab her by the arm before she got too far away, but he missed and Meredith rushed over to the window, "Meredith!" He shouted after she had opened the classroom door.

"Grey!" The teacher called, but it was too late. She had already fled the classroom and ran across the hall. To her horror, she seen two bodies on the floor. There was blood, a lot of blood. Students began to pour out of the classroom as Meredith was trying to enter, "Lexie," Meredith said, seeing Lexie with tears in her eyes and blood splattered on her face and her clothes, "Where's--" but her question was answered before she was able to ask it.

"Oh my God," her breath escaped her, and she rushed to her friends' sides with the police officer, "Izzie! Cristina!"

"Miss," the officer said, standing to push Meredith back and away, "I'm gonna need you to leave the room."

"But they are my best friends!" Meredith cried, but still, the officer pushed her away until Derek entered the room. He grabbed her by both of her arms from behind, "Meredith, come on," he said in a soft, yet demanding tone.

"Derek," Meredith started, trying to pull out of his grasp. But Derek wrapped both arms around her waist and lifted her from the floor. She kicked her legs in the air, trying to get away. She needed to know if they were okay. She was crying so hard, she could barely get words out. Understandable words anyway.

Derek put her down, and still, she did nothing but fight him, "Meredith, you have to calm down," he said, pinning her against the wall of lockers, "Just calm down."

"Derek," she sobbed, finally giving in. She relaxed her muscles and stopped fighting him, burying her face into his chest. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed the top of her head, "Everything's gonna be fine… shh."

Lexie exited the class, with this look on her face - a look of pure shock. She looked as though she couldn't believe that just happened. But it did happen. She had their blood on her. There was some on her hands from where she placed her hand over Cristina's chest. She wanted so badly to wipe the tears from her eyes, but she had so much blood on her hands. She had never seen that much blood before. She was still shaking harder than she had ever shook before.

She looked at Meredith, swallowing to hopefully dampen her dry throat. "Lexie," Derek said, taking Lexie out of the shocked state she was in, "Are they okay?"

"I-" Lexie stuttered as she shook, "I-I, don't know. They- they called an ambulance. An ambulance is c-coming."

"That's good," Derek said, "That's good, Meredith. An ambulance is coming."


Once the noise had stopped, Arizona felt like it was safe to come out. She was shivering, the fear was too much for her to handle. She had never been so scared in her entire life. She slowly walked to the bathroom door, then peeked out when she cracked it. She only people she seen were a distraught Meredith, Derek, and a terrified Lexie. She stepped out of the bathroom, glancing into the drama classroom. Blood. That was the first thing she seen, "Oh my God," her eyes widened, "Is that Cristina… and Izzie?" Lexie looked at the blonde with tears in her eyes.


Callie and Mark were the two the rushed to the door in the Pre Calc class. Even after their teacher's orders, they proceeded out into the hallway. "Lexie," Mark said under his breath upon seeing her down the hall with blood on her.

"Arizona," Callie said the same way, and the two of them hurried toward the others.

Mark stopped in front of Lexie who looked up at him, still stunned at the entire situation, "Mark," she whimpered, "There's so much blood… there's so much…" She began to break down, and Mark wrapped his arms around her.

"Calliope," Arizona said, holding her arms out for Callie as she ran in her direction, "I'm so sorry."

Callie held onto Arizona, and her eyes widened at the bloody scene through the window of the drama class, "Holy crap… is that?" She stopped, reminding herself to breath, "Are they alright?" She asked, directing her attention to Lexie who was obviously inside the class when it happened.

"They were both shot!" Meredith scorned with tears still streaming down her face, "Do you think they are alright!"

Callie looked down to the floor, knowing that was probably a stupid question to ask. They obviously were not alright.


George was tired of standing there in that building when there was a shooter in his friends' classroom. He hadn't told Owen or Alex the classroom that the shooter was in; he hasn't told Alex and Owen anything. He didn't want to worry them, even though he had already damn near chewed off all of his finger nails. "I can't just stand here. I gotta know what's going on," George said, dialing Meredith's number. He doubted she would know anything, but it was worth a shot.


Teddy heard Meredith's cell phone vibrating in her bag. She stood from her desk and opened Meredith's bag, reading the name on the caller ID. George. "Hello?" She answered it breathlessly, holding back the tears that were building up inside of her.

"Who is this?" George asked, not recognizing the voice.

"Um.. Teddy."

"Where's Meredith?" He asked.

"One second," she said, wiping her nose with the back of her hand. Mr. Emerson stood at his classroom door, "Mr. Emerson, can I give this to Meredith?" He nodded that it was okay, and she exited out into the hallway, giving handing Meredith her cell phone, "Here. It's George."

Meredith was still crying, but not sobbing like she was before. She was able to form sentences now. "George?" She breathed when she put the phone to her ear. Teddy stood there for a moment in shock at the scene inside the drama class.

"Mer," George paused, "What's going on with this lockdown thing? Cristina texted me and said Ingrid Pigg had a gun."

Meredith felt more tears coming, but she tried to hold them back so she could talk, "George," she whimpered, "Cristina and Izzie have been shot."


In one second, everything changed. His facial expression was blank, his eyes were wide, and his jaw dropped. His cell phone fell from his hand and hit the floor.

"Dude, what's up?" Alex asked with furrowed brows.

"O'Malley…" Owen added.

But in a flash, George took off. If it were a cartoon, there would be dust flying up behind him.

"O'Malley! We are still under a lockdown!" The coach shouted, but George didn't care. He was out the gym door like a speeding bullet with Owen and Alex right behind him.


The ambulance finally arrived at the high school and the paramedics got Izzie and Cristina onto gurneys. Meredith pulled out of Derek's grasp and followed the paramedics, "Meredith, where are you going?" Derek asked.

"I'm going with them."

"I'm coming with you," He said, rushing to Meredith's side.

"You don't have to."

"I want to."

Meredith quickly and faintly smiled in his direction, and he took her by the hand giving it a tight, reassuring squeeze.

"Meredith!" She heard her name being shouted from far down the hall. She turned her head to find George, Owen, and Alex running as fast as they could in her direction.

"Meredith, are they okay?" George asked, finally catching up to the two of them.

"Oh God," Owen and Alex said in unison.

"Cristina," Owen's emotions were instantly triggered seeing Cristina laying on the gurney with a gun shot wound to the chest. He rushed along side the gurney as the paramedics hurried to the entrance of the school building, "Cristina, you can't die," he said to her unconscious figure with tears in his eyes. He took her hand and held it tightly while Alex did the same with Izzie. He noticed the bullet hole in her right shoulder. "Izzie, wake up," he said, shaking her hand a little. But she didn't open her eyes.

"I want to come with you guys," Owen said, but the paramedics denied his wishes.

"I'm sorry, but these two are already coming," the woman said, pointing to Meredith and Derek, "We don't have enough room on the ambulance for all of you. It's against the rules… I'm sorry."

"We'll take my car," Alex said to both George and Owen.

"Cristina," Owen said as the paramedic loaded her into the ambulance, "Please don't die. Just… don't die," he wiped his eyes and quickly followed both the guys to Alex's car.


On the way to Seattle Grace Hospital, Meredith and Derek sat where they were out of the paramedics' way. She had tears in her eyes, listening to everything that the paramedics were saying. The woman on Cristina's side had her hands placed over Cristina's chest, "I got a GSW to the chest, there's no exit wound. She's loosing blood and fast, we need to hurry and get her to the hospital."

Then on Izzie's side, "I have a GSW to the right shoulder… there is an exit wound. She passed out from the shock, she's gonna need a morphine drip for the pain."

It was obvious to Meredith that Cristina's injury was more extensive, and it was possible that she could die. She could bleed out and just… die. She didn't want to think about it. The more she thought about it the more she cried. She flipped open her cell phone and dialed her mother's number, hoping to God that she answered.

"Meredith," Ellis's voice sounded annoyed, "How many times do I have to tell you not to bother me at work? This better be important…"

"Mommy," Meredith sobbed, and then Ellis knew that it was, in fact, very important.

"What is it?"

"There was a shooter at school."

"Oh dear God, are you alright?" She asked, concern filling her voice.

"Yeah," Meredith held back her tears, "Yeah, mom, I'm fine. But Cristina and Izzie… they… they got shot."


As the ambulance pulled up to Seattle Grace, Izzie began to open her eyes as the paramedics started to move her. She let out a groan, which pulled Meredith's attention toward her, "Izzie," she said in a low tone, following the paramedics off of the ambulance.

"Are we at the hospital?" She asked, her voice was groggy. She moved a little bit, and a shock wave was sent straight to the bullet wound in her shoulder, eliciting a painful moan.

"Izzie, you were shot. But you're gonna be fine," Meredith told her, then she looked at her worried boyfriend at her side, "Stay with her."

Meredith gave her hand a light squeeze before walking from Izzie's stretcher to Cristina's. She was still out cold, and Meredith felt a tear go down her cheek, "Cristina, you better not die. What am I gonna do without my person?"

Just then, her heard her mother's voice behind her, "Meredith," and the seventeen year old turned, thankful to see her mom coming to the rescue.


Alex, Owen, and George parked their car outside the E.R. and rushed inside. Izzie was being wheeled into a trauma room by Dr. Webber before she grabbed his arm, "Wait, wait, stop," she said, "Meredith. Where's Meredith, I need to tell her something."

Richard exasperated, knowing he should get her checked out in the trauma room as quickly as he could, but he stopped for a second and glanced over the room, "Meredith," he called her name upon seeing her.

Meredith let go of Cristina's hand and her hand was replaced by Owen's as she left to go back to Izzie's side, "Yeah?"

"Meredith, I'm pregnant."

Both Richard and Meredith looked at each other and he turned to the nurse beside him, "Page an OB/GYN attending."

"Izzie!" Alex's voice was heard from the other side of the hospital. He rushed to Izzie's side as well, but Richard pushed him away, "I've got to check this wound, I'm gonna need you two to go wait over there."

"You're gonna be fine, Izzie," Meredith told her, noticing the tears in Izzie's fearful eyes.


"We've got to get her to an O.R. right now," Ellis said, "Page someone from cardio, and tell them we've got a serious GSW to the chest, she needs surgery and fast. There's no exit wound."

Meredith came back to Owen's side as they wheeled Cristina out of the E.R. He was crying, and he placed his hands over his face. Meredith just stood there and looked at him. She was just as worried as he was, but she didn't know what to do. Could she really do anything to make this pain go away? She knew he loved Cristina, the emotions he was displaying for her best friend, she could tell, "Owen," she started softly, but he just shook his head as if he knew she was going to say something comforting. As if he knew she was going to try and give him false hope. So she didn't say anything - instead, she wrapped her arms around him and let him cry into the curve of her neck.

"I love her so much," the sound was muffled, but somehow, Meredith understood him.

"So do I," Meredith told him, rubbing the length of his back.


I think this chapter could have been better, it's not my favorite. But still! Hope you enjoy it! I think I am going to have fun writing the next chapter after everything is a little more calm.

-Shelby.