Alex and Jo are paged to the E.R. one day, only to find out that the emergency is about Lyla.


"He's maxed out on his pain meds, so no more morphine but page me if his vitals start tanking." I scribble my name at the bottom of the chart, close it and hand it to the nurse that's sitting at the nurses' station. I have a free minute so I think I'm going to head down to the daycare and go see my baby. I miss him, he always puts a smile on my face and after the patient I just had to deal with; I really need to smile. I just had to treat a drug addict that broke his own collarbone so he could get drugs. And of course, I'm a doctor so I had to give him morphine for the pain but he made me so mad with the way he kept lying. He told me that he fell while playing flag football and broke his collarbone but I've been doing this whole orthopedic thing long enough to know that the kind of break he has was caused by self-inflicted, blunt force. He would've fractured his shoulder AND his collarbone if he fell the way he's saying that he did but he just has one hairline fracture in his collarbone. He did it himself and he's looking for drugs.

I'm irritated and all I want is Alex. Not big Alex either, little Alex. He makes me smile and it's literally impossible for me to be in a bad mood when I'm around him. I need cheered up so I'm going to go spend a few moments with my baby boy. I put my hands in the pockets of my lab coat and head for the elevator. I kind of want to run down to the daycare, bust in the room and grab him. I can't wait to have him in my arms. He's all chubby and cute and he's so precious. Ugh, I miss my baby. I step on the elevator and push the number "2" so I can be dropped off right at the ramp to the daycare. As soon as the elevator doors close, my pager starts going off. I sigh and glance at it. It's not a 911 so I'm not going. I don't usually ignore my pages but I really need to go see my son. My mommy hormones are racing, I miss my baby and I need to smile. So sorry, but I'm ignoring my page since it's not a 911.

The elevator doors open up and spit me out on the second floor, so I step off and start heading for the ramp that leads down to the daycare. As I start walking down the ramp, my pager goes off again. Begrudgingly, I snatch my pager back out of my pocket and look at it again. It's a 911 this time. I'm being paged 911 to trauma room three. "Dammit." I mumble to myself, slip my pager back into my pocket and turn around. I sling my arm across my chest because my boobs are still sore and filled with milk and I have to run. I run up ramps, down the hall and turn the corner. I run down two flights of steps until I get onto the ground floor and eventually, I slow down. Suddenly, from behind, someone bumps me and I jump up. "Whoa…sorry." It's nobody but Alex. He was too busy staring at his pager to pay attention to where he was going, which is why we bumped into each other. "Where are you headed?" He puts his pager away and walks close beside me.

"Trauma room three." I turn the corner that leads to the trauma rooms and he turns it right along with me.

"You were paged to trauma three too? So was I…" He mumbles. "Probably a kid with a couple broken ribs or a broken leg, yeah?"

I giggle. "Yeah, probably. It's kind of weird though because I thought Torres was on all traumas today yet they're paging me. Is it bad that I'm hoping for some type of open fracture? I want blood… I just had to deal with the most despicable human being on the planet. I was about to go see the baby but I got paged…I need blood. It's been a hell of a day already and it's not even 12:30 yet." I sigh and put my hand on the doorknob to trauma room three. "How's your day been?" I tilt my head and ask him. I admit that I'm starting to feel bad for the way I've been treating Alex. I haven't necessarily been treating him badly but I haven't been making as much of an effort as he's been to mend our relationship. He's been busting his ass with Lyla and with the baby just trying to make things happy and I guess he might think that sometimes I don't really care about our relationship but I do. I care about making this work; not only for the sake of Lyla and baby Alex but also for our sake. I do love him and I want to make this work. I should probably start acting like it though. "Anything…cool?" I reach up and pluck a piece of lint out of his hair.

"Not at all. Couple of Pyloric babies, a bowel obstruction…boring." He looks at me with longing, sorrowful eyes. I can't fully forgive him for cheating on me. It hurts too badly. When I look at him, I still see the man I love but I can't shake the feeling of betrayal. He's sorry. I know he's sorry and I know he regrets doing what he did but I just can't shake the feeling. "If I get a good surgery, you wanna scrub in with me? It'll be like old times…you, me..surgery…"

"Sure." I nod my head and fashion a smile at him. He starts leaning in for a kiss and I think I might actually want to kiss him back, so I lean in too. I haven't kissed Alex since Alex was born and before that, I had gone months without kissing him. I just wasn't feeling on kissing the man that I so badly wanted to hate. But when Alex was born, I realized that I still loved him with all my heart and we kissed when the nurse set my bloody, gooey baby on my chest. We haven't kissed since then though. I close my eyes and tilt my head to prepare for the kiss, but just as our lips are about to touch, I hear screaming coming from trauma room three. Hard screaming too. The screaming of a child that's clearly in pain and crying tears. I pause the progress of our kiss and listen. "Alex, doesn't that sound like…" I hear another loud whine from behind the door. "Alex, that's…" We both realize the exact same thing at the exact same moment and without any more words, I twist the doorknob and he pushes the door open.

"Why hasn't anyone paged Wilson and Karev yet?!" Dr. Torres barks at everyone bustling around the trauma room, not noticing that Alex and I are actually standing in the doorway. Standing off in the corner is a familiar brown-haired woman, clutching a purple and pink Monster High backpack to her chest and holding a pink Hello Kitty lunchbox in one of her hands. She's standing by the paddles crying almost hysterically while the most hysterical person in the room is laying on the trauma table. Dr. Robbins is holding the little girl—my LYLA—she's holding her head still so she won't move around too much while Dr. Torres has her hands around her arm. Her screaming is filling up the entire room. "DID SOMEBODY PAGE WILSON AND KAREV?!" Torres can't get a good grip on her arm because she's flailing around too much. One of the paramedics insists that they paged Alex and I already and Callie rolls her eyes. "Then page them again!"

I had to pause for a moment because I really didn't know what I was looking at for a second there. It seemed like I was looking at two of my superiors trying to calm my daughter down and in that moment, I couldn't' believe that I was seeing exactly that. But once I get out of shock, a mixture of mommy hormones and medical training takes over and I storm into the room. "What the hell is going on?!" I pull the ponytail holder off my wrist and start yanking my hair up in a ponytail so I can get to work. "Somebody get me a gown and gloves…." I take off my white coat. "What the HELL happened?!" I bark at the woman, who happens to be Lyla's teacher, that's standing over by the paddles. She's crying hard and she just shakes her head. She better have answers for me!

"Wilson, we're gonna need you to stand back…you know the rules about treating family members." Torres puts her hands up at me and waves me back but Alex has her chart. If I'm not allowed to touch my baby as a doctor because she's MY baby, then how the hell is he allowed? "Lyla…" Torres uses her best mommy voice possible to talk to her and she smiles at her in hopes of calming her down. "Hi there, pretty girl. I want you to calm down, okay? Your mommy and daddy are here…yeah, they're here. You have to calm down though."

Arizona starts to grab Lyla's chart out of Alex's hands but Alex snatches away and keeps staring at it. "Alex, step back." Arizona pulls her chart out of Alex's hands. "We've got this."

I stomp over to the head of the table and look at her. Her little face is bright red and she has tears coming out of her eyes and slobber coming out of her mouth too, from crying so hard. "Hey baby…" I put my hands against her cheeks and start stroking them. She looks up at me and whines. "What happened? Can you tell mommy what happened?" Personally, I'm freaking out right now. I'm freaking out, I'm ready to hurt someone, I'm ready to break down and cry too but I'm holding it together. Barely, but I am. I'm holding it together. "Tell mommy what happened." I slide her headband off her head and start rubbing her hair. Lyla shakes her head and starts trying to get up again. "Ooh, no bubbles…you can't get up. You gotta lay here." I keep stroking her hair. "Can you guys push one of morphine? She's in too much pain, I really need you guys to get her out of pain…please give her something." I look around. "And somebody tell me what the hell happened?!" I glance down at the arm that Torres is messing with. It looks like her arm is making an "S" shape. It's broken pretty bad. That's a nasty break. It's a radius break, I can tell that just by looking.

"A five year old doesn't break her arm like that on her own!" Alex is snatching her backpack and her lunchbox out of her teacher's hands and yelling at her. "What happened?!"

"There was an incident on the playground at recess. I turned my back for one second—one second…" The teacher shakes her head again.

"So what. The hell. Happened?!" Alex's scary voice is very intimidating.

"They did this, didn't they?" I reluctantly leave my baby's side and walk over to Alex and the teacher. "Those girls…they broke her arm…didn't they?" My eyes well up with tears. "How'd they do it?"

"The monkey bars…" The teacher whispers and immediately, I get sick to my stomach. I have to put my hand over my mouth and look around. Seriously? Seriously… I had a talk with those girls' parents last week. Last week, I talked to them and they still didn't do anything? Now her arm is broke and they're still going to tell me that they can't enforce any specific rules about bullying? What kind of school are they running?

"Alex, she's not going back to that school." I hold my own tears back and shake my head. "She's not going back. I'm pulling her out and she can go to private school or catholic school or…I'll have her homeschooled. She's not going back. I told you last week I tried to put a stop to it and they did nothing. I can't…her arm is broken!"

Alex puts his arm around my shoulder and pulls me close. "We'll figure something out."