Crash Into Me Chapter 2: Harder To Breathe, a grey's anatomy fanfic

The title of this chapter and song is Harder to Breathe by Maroon 5.

"Bones break. Organs burst. Flesh tears. We can sew the flesh, repair the damage, ease the pain. But when life breaks down there's no science, no hard and fast rules. We just have to feel our way through."

Meredith Grey

How dare you say that my behavior is unacceptable

So condescending unnecessarily critical

I have the tendency of getting very physical

So watch your step 'cause if I do you'll need a miracle

You drain me dry and make me wonder why I'm even here

This Double Vision I was seeing is finally clear

You want to stay but you know very well I want you gone

Not fit to fuckin tread the ground that I'm walking on

They say the eyes are the window to the soul. If you looked at the dark brown eyes of Savannah Young you would see a bright young doctor full of life and always happy. If you really looked into her eyes, you would see anything but. Nobody bothered to look deeper. Nobody saw what really went on behind those eyes.

"Good morning Sunshine," she heard the voice of Mark Sloan.

Savannah sat alone in the cafeteria eating breakfast, "What did you call me?"

"Sunshine," came his non chalant reply as he took a seat next to her.

She rolled her eyes in a playful manner before taking a bite of her strawberry.

"So how you enjoying Seattle Grace so far?"

She smiled, her eyes lighting up, "I love it here. Everyone is super nice. Except the head of plastics. Guys a real jerk. I hear he thinks he's a god."

"You wound me sunshine," he dramatically put his hand over his heart.

"Must you call me that?"

"Yes," he smirked.

"Hey Sloan I had a great time last night. Hit me up when you want to have fun again," a petite blonde burse spoke as she walked by.

Savannah pursed her lips, You barely know the guy. You cant be jealous. "Girlfriend?"

Mark shook his head, "She wishes."

She let out a small laugh, "You think that highly of yourself."

He smirked; that Mark Sloan smirk and winked, "When your as good looking as me you have to be."

What a gorgeous man. Savannah stop. He'd never go for you.

"Whadda we got?" Savannah questioned as she walked into the room and over to the patient she had been paged to see.

"Elizabeth Masters, twenty three, possible concussion, multiple contusions on abdomen," April Kepner informed her as she worked on stopping the bleeding coming from her temple.

Savannah began to feel her ribs, placing pressure on it, "Her ribs are broken," she quickly determined, "What happened?"

"She fell down the stairs," a male voice spoke up.

"Who are you?" Kepner questioned.

"James her boyfriend," quickly responded the male.

Elizabeth began moaning in pain, "You're gonna be okay Lizzie," he told her reaching out to grab her hand.

It was a split second but Savannah swore she saw Elizabeth flinch at the gesture.

"Get her down for a CT scan and page Dr. Shepherd."

April nodded and began moving the gurney with Elizabeth, James followed suit. "You need to stay here."

"No I'm going with her," his voice raised.

"Kepner go."

Savannah didn't trust James' story, "There's nothing you can do for her. We will come and get you once the results come in." Yeah right.

"Grade one concussion. Dr. Shepherd says no major swelling," April informed Savannah who appeared distracted.

"Dr. Young is something wrong?"

"Elizabeth Masters has been to the hospital three times in the last six months," Savannah searched her file, "Broken ribs, fractured jaw, sprained wrist. Claimed they were all accidents."

Kepner raised an eyebrow, "You don't believe that?"

"Not at all," she answered pulling out her cell phone.

"What are you doing?"

"Something that should have been done six months ago. Calling the police."

"You called the cops," a furious James yelled. The police had just left Elizabeth's room after hearing her side of the story.

"No I swear I didn't," she pleaded.

Owen and Savannah both entered the room, "I did."

"What the hell lady?"

"As a doctor I am a mandatory reporter of domestic violence."

He quickly replied, "Domestic violence? I've never laid a hand on her."

"Her previous injuries tell a different story," Savannah stood her ground.

James walked over to her; mere inches away. He rose his hand; she flinched which did not go unnoticed by Owen, "I want you out of here."

Before Savannah could open her mouth, Owen spoke up, "Dr. Young your off the case."

She stormed out of the room without saying a word. Once she rounded the corner she could feel her heart beating rapidly against her chest.

When it gets cold outside and you got nobody to love

You'll understand what I mean when I say

There's no way we're gonna give up

And like a little girl cries in the face of a monster that lives in her dreams

Is there anyone out there 'cause it's getting harder and harder to breathe

What you are doing is screwing things up inside my head

You should know better you never listened to a word I said

Clutching your pillow and writhing in a naked sweat

Hoping somebody someday will do you like I did

When it gets cold outside and you got nobody to love

You'll understand what I mean when I say

There's no way we're gonna give up

And like a little girl cries in the face of a monster that lives in her dreams

Is there anyone out there 'cause it's getting harder and harder to breathe

Savannah found Owen in his office later that day. "Dr. Young," he began.

"Dr. Hunt Elizabeth Masters is an abuse victim. I stand by that."

"She says she's not."

She sighed, "Of course she wont admit it. Her boyfriend hasn't left her side since she got here. If you would let me"

Owen cut her off, "Not going to happen Dr. Young. She told the cops she fell. She's not pressing charges."

"You really believe that story," her voice more irritated and louder.

"It doesn't matter what I believe. Her injuries are consistent with a fall and that's what she says happened."

"He pushed her," she yelled.

Owen folded his arms across his chest, "There's no proof of that. Why are you so sure this wasn't an accident?"

"All the classic signs," was her quick response.

Owen sighed, he had a feeling something else was going on but didn't bring it up, "I'm sorry Dr. Young there's nothing else we can do I suggest you drop it."

"Dr. Hunt…"

"Drop it!"

Savannah stormed out of the room without another word, walking straight into Mark Sloan in the process.

"Already getting on Hunt's bad side Sunshine," he smiled.

"Leave me alone," she yelled.

After a long day a mentally and emotionally drained Savannah finally made it back to her apartment. Once inside she put her purse down on the counter and opened the fridge to grab a cold beer.

After a few sips she placed the beer on the counter and grabbed her purse to search for her cell phone. Having been busy all day she had been unable to check her phone until now.

The screen instantly lit up. 3 Missed Calls. 4 Text Messages. Voicemail. Logan.

When it gets cold outside and you got nobody to love

You'll understand what I mean when I say

There's no way we're gonna give up

And like a little girl cries in the face of a monster that lives in her dreams

Is there anyone out there 'cause it's getting harder and harder to breathe

"Where are you?"

"Answer your phone."

"I'm not playing Savannah?

"You bitch!"

Does it thrill

Does it sting

When you feel what I bring

And you wish that you had me to hold

When it gets cold outside and you got nobody to love

You'll understand what I mean when I say

There's no way we're gonna give up

And like a little girl cries in the face of a monster that lives in her dreams

Is there anyone out there 'cause it's getting harder and harder to breathe

With trembling hands she dialed her voicemail. Heart pouding when she heard his voice.

"You can run but you can't hide."

Is there anyone out there 'casue it's getting harder and harder to breathe

She's banged up. Mentally and emotionally. Literally and metaphorically. But everyday she walks outside with a smile on her face because that's who she is.