Wow, chapter 14! It flew by, I have loved writing this story and still have a lot up my sleeve so stay tuned I hope you like this chapter, once again sorry for the bad medical jargon, I try my best… haha! ENJOY!

Disclaimer: All characters belong to Shonda Land

DR. OLLIE WATKINS- The world froze. In an instant, I was underwater again, the alarms of the machines sounded as if they were a mile away. I held a scalpel in my shaking hand, trying to visualise the position just right. We didn't have an ultrasound, but this had to happen now.

…concentrate Ollie…. Concentrate…. I pierced her skin with the scalpel in my right hand, handed it off and held out my other hand. My other shaking hand. I stared directly at Dr Hunt. After a slight nod he lowered the needle. I wrapped my fingers around it. My mind was racing. I turned to Meredith. I couldn't bear to look at her face, so I looked directly downwards at her bruised chest and the incision which was now bleeding, I inserted the needle about an inch in the direction of her shoulder. Don't piece the heart… Don't piece the heart… please don't piece the heart…. and then I heard something, I couldn't take my eyes off of the needle, but as I was guiding it in further, it got louder. It was a quite sort of groaning?

Oh no. Not now. Please not now.

It was Meredith.

She was groaning. Shit. She's woken up. Crap. Crap. Crap. I can't stop, I carried on pushing the needle in further and she began squirming in pain trying to take off the oxygen mask, Dr. Hunt held her down, but her groaning soon escalated to a scream and her squirming escalated to her writhing in pain. Come on, come on, come on, just a bit further… there.

Come on. Blood needed to come through… any second now, come on…. I had to risk it. I pushed the needle in just slightly further. And just for a moment, I thought, what if I was wrong, what if this needle was going directly into her heart. My mind was spinning with dread, until it was interrupted by the blood squirting out of the needle. I finally exhaled along with everyone else in the elevator. I was covered in blood since we hadn't had time to attach a bag, but it didn't matter, Meredith may just hold on for a bit longer.

AK- I've always been emotional. It was just part of me. But growing up on the farm, watching my childhood pets be slaughtered everyday helped me to build up a thick skin.

But at times, just sometimes, that tough skin softens. That was the case with Reed, seeing your best friend in a pool of blood on the floor shot in the head doesn't just dull the tough skin but it shatters it. It took me a year of therapy to even think about her without having a mental breakdown. But still, the cracks were there and right now they were being tested.

I was running down the hall with both hands braced on the edge of the stretcher willing it to move faster. The stretcher holding Derek Shepherd, the man who made sure I went to therapy for that year, I wouldn't be the person or surgeon I am today if it weren't for Derek Shepherd. But right now, the roles were switched, I held his life in my hands.

As we were approaching the trauma room, Derek continued to ask us about Meredith, but we all knew that was the shock talking. The beeping of the monitor had been fast but consistent which was reassuring suddenly increased to a blaring alarm signalling low blood pressure, as well as Derek's eyes rolling to the back of his head and relaxing his previously tense frame.

As we ran into the room, I began barking orders just like Hunt taught me to,

"We need a blood panel, send blood for a cross match! Someone get an CT now! Stomach is severely bruised and distended, showing signs of ecchymosis around the liver" I was so focussed on yelling and examining Derek I didn't even notice Arizona doing a neuro exam, she knew this was no time for thinking like friends, Derek needed surgeons and we needed to stop being friends and be those surgeons.

I reached out to the Intern holding the portable ultrasound and flicked my wrist to position it over Derek's chest, it almost felt like a formality now, all signs pointed towards internal bleeding and as the ultrasound just proved, there was blood in the abdomen, likely a ruptured liver but we needed a CT to confirm. I threw my head up to Arizona, with one look, one look filled with sadness but also purpose, we began wheeling Derek towards CT. Running past the other trauma room which seemed to be full of yelling.

AK- "Shhshssh, you're safe Yang!" she carried on yelling. "Oh, for god's sake, will you just shut up already?!"

"B-but Meredith! She needs a hospital! Please listen Alex! She needs you, go find her, help her!"

"Yes-Yes I know, will you just stay still for a second, Bailey has got her, she just came in"

"A-a-and Lexie, please Alex, go help them!"

"I will but can you please just let me help you first!" I shouted back. She had been like this ever since she woke up, thankfully, she was the best off out of all of them, apart from superficial wounds, she just had a bad break in a few places down her arm where the impact must have been. It was still bad though, one of the worst actually, I'd never seen a compound fracture like it. I had paged Callie but regretted it as soon as I had, Meredith needed her by the sounds of it. It made me wretch just thinking about Meredith in danger again. I couldn't lose anyone else, I had only just got to seeing Meredith as my family, or my 'person' or whatever they called it. The most I could do for her at the moment was help Yang since she was part of our little fucked up family however much I hated to admit it.

After I shouted at her, silence fell over the room, just to be replaced by the beeping of the monitors and our heavy breathing. I held eye contact with Cristina with almost identical tears appearing at both of our eyes. Just then, while I had her still and concentrated, I snapped her arm back into place. Her piercing scream echoed through the whole hospital.

CT- There was a moment of silence as Hunt reached to the elevator buttons as if it was in slow motion.

Everyone was covered in blood, standing there staring at the doctor who had just done the impossible. It threw me back to heart in the elevator. I smiled to myself, Yang and Grey were so jealous. But George was dead now… I'm not going to lose Grey too.

As the elevator doors thrummed open, it felt as if everyone snapped out of the trance of shock everyone had been in. All hands reached for the stretcher carrying our suffering friend and we began running.

MG- There is a certain type of pain. The type of pain doctors warn you of, the pain which is all consuming as if needles were stabbing every inch of your body.

I understand that pain now. As soon as I felt any semblance of consciousness, the pain exploded in every area of my body, all I could see was a blinding whiteness which made the world feel like it was spinning. Though it all though I could feel one of those needles more than any other. On my chest, someone was doing something, it felt like that specific needle was double the length and dipped in alcohol, only to be jammed right in my heart.

The silhouettes in my vision froze for a second, before moving again, the light became flashing, as I head people yelling over me accompanied by the rattle of the hospital floor. At least that's where I think I am? I couldn't feel anything apart from the dizzying electric current of pain making its way through my veins, but every now and then, I could feel a pressure on my bruised hand, it hurt but it helped.

CT- "She's crashing! RUN!"

Oooooooh, sorry to be leaving you guys with so many cliff-hangers! But it's so fun! Hahaha, I hope you liked this chapter, loving the reviews, keep them coming, I will try to update soon but I have a lot of work, so we'll see….