"Get out! Jesus Christ, Jo, get out!" I cried, pulling the bed sheet up to cover me.
"What the hell is she doing here?" Alex asked, he sat up and the sheet fell off of him making me get a different kind of hungry.
"I'm so sorry, she has a key."
"That sucks, you had to cover up." he complained, pulling the sheets back down to cup my breast.
"Stop . . ."
"I'm getting kind of hungry." he said, laying over me to kiss his way to my chest.
"Alex . . . oh God!" I moaned, forgetting for a second that we weren't alone.
"Stop getting freaky up there, I'm hungry!" Jo shouted from downstairs.
"So am I, leave so I can eat." Alex shouted back.
"Stop it, get up." I told him, pushing him back.
"I am up." He cheekily replied.
"Out of my bed!"
"Not fair." he complained.
I straddled his waist and kissed him quickly, moving away before he could grab onto me.
"Definitely not fair." he groaned.
"Life's not fair, get over it." I said, walking into the bathroom.
"Do you have . . ."
"Bottom two drawers in the tall dresser has t-shirts, sweats or basketball shorts." I interrupted.
"Jackson's?"
"No, I've got a new toothbrush here too. I hang out with a lot of interns and sometimes they crash on the couch after drinking too much. We've done home hangouts and I learned that it's easier to have backup here just in case anyone gets called in."
"Smart move . . . so, did I hear something about French toast?" he asked with a smile.
"Yeah, if you get dressed quick enough I'm sure Jo will leave you some. She freaking inhales it."
After brushing my teeth, I walked into the closet and pulled out a pair of Adidas running pants, a white t-shirt that I tied in a knot and my white adidas for later. I've got a few things to do so I'll just throw on a jean jacket and a hat when I leave.
I made it downstairs before Alex did, he asked me if he could take a shower and tempted me to hop in with him. When I walked into the kitchen Jo was giving me googly eyes and I threw a cup at her.
"Hey!"
"You interrupted my morning." I stated.
"How was I supposed to know that you brought Karev home?" she replied.
"Can you two talk about this later? I really don't want the details about your night." Deluca said.
"I'll spare you Andrew, don't worry."
"Thanks!"
"How tough was she last night?" I asked, knowing that a drunk Jo is difficult sometimes.
"She decided to leave the apartment half naked." he said.
"Oh my God, welcome to the wonderful of Drunk Jo Wilson." I told him, while I pulled out supplies.
"I thought I'd be used to it by now." he sighed.
"The way the two of you talk it's like I do this all of the time." she complained.
"Every other weekend can count as all of the time." Andrew said, kissing her temple.
"Bacon?" I asked.
"Yes please." both of them said.
"One of these days I'm gonna be busy and there won't be any Saturday French toast. What are you gonna do then?" I asked them.
"Die of hunger and abandonment issues." Jo said with a smile.
"You realize the issue here right?" I asked her.
"No, what?"
"I'm Kat's mom, not yours."
"I've adopted you as a mom/best friend. You're stuck with me."
"You owe me, Wilson." Alex said when he came downstairs.
"I don't owe you a damn thing." she replied.
"Yeah, you interrupted my breakfast." he told her.
"Out, the three of you. Go do something while I cook." I told them.
"You don't have to tell me twice." Jo said, running off to the living room.
"You sure you don't want help? I'm good in the kitchen." Andrew said.
"I'm good, I promise. Go try to keep her out of trouble." I said.
"Good morning, Velez." Alex said, wrapping his arms around my waist when Andrew left.
"Good morning, Karev." I replied, getting on my toes to kiss him.
"Can I help?"
"No, go to the living room with the two of them. Keep them out of trouble."
"I'm not the right person to keep anyone out of trouble." he said.
"That might be correct, do you have to work today?" I asked him.
"As of right now I don't but you never know. Come back to the hospital."
"No, not interested."
"That's the biggest lie you've ever said."
"Maybe but I'm not going back." I told him.
"I'll go wait with them." he said, kissing me again.
We had a good day, the three of them were paged in at around 4 due to some emergency trauma freak accident. I took advantage that Katherine is with her father to go food shopping because if she's with me I'll buy a ton of junk food. While putting my bags in my car I hear the unmistakable sound of a crash; screaming, shouting, glass breaking, metal creaking all that jazz.
Being the nosy doctor I slam my trunk closed and run over to the crash. The driver was sort of a mess, looks bloody from her head hitting the glass. She was telling someone that she hit a girl on her bike. I figured that could use more of my expertise so I ran around the car and yeah, it's gonna use my expertise.
"Someone call 911 now!" I shouted.
The girl was underneath the car and it doesn't look good.
"Can you hear me? I'm a doctor, what's your name?" I asked the girl, checking her pulse.
"Me . . . lis . . . sa. I can't breathe." she wheezed.
"Okay, Melissa we're gonna get you out of here."
She started wheezing and I weighed my options, this isn't gonna be easy but I have to find a way to get this car off of her. She needs to breathe, I need to get her out from under this car.
"I'm a doctor, she can't breathe. We gotta get this car off of her." I told the men that were standing behind me.
"I'm on the phone with 911 and they say don't move her. The paramedics are on the way." one of them said.
"She can't breathe! She will die before they get here!" I argued with him.
"Look, I don't wanna be responsible if she's paralyzed." another bystander said.
"Don't you see she's dying under there? Do you want to be responsible for that? I need someone to help me move this car! Is anybody gonna help me!" I shouted.
Together, the men and women around me rallied to lift the car and a few of them helped me pull her out. It was a risky move but I had to get her out in order for her to breathe.
"Come on dammit, breathe! Come on, breathe!" I shouted, tipping her head back.
After making sure that Melissa was breathing I ran over to the driver to asses the damage. She's gonna have one hell of a headache, some cuts and bruises but no fractures, no stitches either. I don't know where it came from but someone handed me a first aid kit so I started to clean her up.
When the ambulance arrived I informed the paramedics of what happened and they insisted that I go to the hospital with them. They informed Grey-Sloan because it was the closest hospital. As soon as I hopped into the ambulance they gave me alcohol and had me clean up. I put on a pair of gloves and helped intubate and stabilize Melissa.
"Jo!" I shouted when we parked and walked into the ER.
