THIS IS ABOUT EPISODES 6X23 SANCTUARY AND 6X24 DEATH AND ALL HIS FRIENDS. ANY RECOGNIZABLE SCENES AND DIALOGE BELONG TO GREYS ANATOMY. SOME SCENCES HAVE BEEN TAKEN AND ALTERED TO FIT THE STORY. THIS STORY USES PAST AND PRESENT CHARACTERS. I GUESS YOU CAN SAY IT'S SET STARTING IN SEASON 6 THOUGH I DONT FOLLOW CANNON.
THE SONG IN THIS CHAPTER IS HALLELUJAH BY LEONARD COEHN
"The tragedy of life is not death…. but what we let die inside of us while we live."
~Norman Cousin
Well, I heard there was a secret cord
That David played and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do you?
Well it goes like this:
The fourth, the fifth, the minor fall and the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Halleluiah, Halleluiah
Stepping into the halls of Seattle Grace Mercy West it felt like any other day. The hospital was busy; patients, doctors, nurses, visitors all going about their normal routine activities. Nothing out of the ordinary had occurred.
Everyone at Seattle was about to find out that it was anything but an ordinary day.
Two hours into her shift, Savannah heard a loud noise, coming from a nearby supply closet. She walked over to see what the commotion was all about.
The next few seconds happened so fast she couldn't react. Out of the corner of her eye she saw someone on the floor, unmoving covered in blood.
Then A gun was pointed straight at her.
A searing pain went through her chest.
There was blood. So much blood.
Somehow with all her might she crawled to the nearest elevator.
Your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the rood
Her beauty in the moonlight overthrew you
She tied you to a kitchen chair
She broke your throne and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
By now, the hospital had been put on lockdown due to the gunman roaming the halls of the hospital. Savannah had hoped and prayed someone would find her and soon.
The doors to the elevator opened and by then Savannah was unconscious. Mark and Lexie Grey stood shocked seeing the bloodied woman lying there.
"Oh my god," exclaimed Lexie.
"Savannah!" Mark screamed in horror. He picked up her unconscious body and carried her to an empty conference room. Lexi right behind him with some supplies to try and save their colleagues life.
Savannah awoke, in an immense amount, "What happened?"
"You've been shot," Mark tells her.
"Mark, we have to get her out here. He can come back Mark. We have to get her out of here," pleaded Lexie.
"There's no exit wound," Mark ignored Lexie's pleading, knowing leaving was not an option, "There's no exit wound. We're gonna have to flip her. Lexie grab her shoulders."
"We have to get her out of here," she continued to plead.
"Lexie's she's losing blood. Shut up and help."
"Start an IV I'll set up a chest tube," Mark instructs her.
Lexie stood by her side trying to keep the scared surgeon calm, "Your gonna be okay Savannah."
"You're doing great sunshine, you're doing great. Now I have to put in a chest tube."
"No no."
The pain was unimaginable, Mark cutting into her skin to insert the tube. Savannah began to scream in pain.
"I know it hurts but you gotta be quiet," he tells her.
Savannah continued to scream.
"Lexie do something to shut her up," it was harsh but they needed her to be quiet; for fear that the gunman would hear the screams and come back.
Lexie grabs a towel and shoved it in her mouth for her to bit down on; muffling the screams.
Baby I've been here before
I've seen this room I've walked this floor
I used to live alone before I knew you
And I've seen your flag on the marble arch
Love is not a victory march
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
After all was said and done Lexie took Savannah's vitals.
"She's losing a lot of blood. She's gonna need a transfusion," the sadness and pain in Mark's voice was evident.
"I don't know what we're gonna do."
"I'll go. I'll go get it," Lexie volunteered.
"That's insane. I'll go."
"No, I don't know what to do. You know what to do. I can't do nothing," Lexie looked down at the surgeon lying on the table, "We can't do nothing. We can't let her die."
"Please be careful," Savannah said, her breath labored.
With that Lexie exited the room leaving Mark and Savannah alone.
There was a time you let me know
What's really going on below
But now you never show it to me, do you?
And remember when I moved in you
The holy dove was moving too
And every breath we drew was Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
"I don't want to die," her voice full of fear.
"You're not going to die. I won't let you."
"I'm scared."
Mark grabs her hand in his, "I know you are sunshine," his fingers stroking her hand comfortingly.
"I'm gonna die."
"No, you're not."
"Mark."
"Do you trust me," he interrupted her.
Without hesitation Savannah replied, "With my life."
"I promise you I'm not going to let you die. I haven't gotten to take you out on a date yet."
Despite the pain she was able to force a smile, "A date? Me?"
"Don't act surprised sunshine," Mark used his free hand to lovingly stroke her hair, "I've wanted you since the moment I laid eyes on you."
"I want that too," admitted Savannah, "But I'm scared."
"I'm not going to hurt you."
"I know," she grimaced in pain "Do you have a date planned?"
"Of course," he smirked that signature Mark Sloan smile.
"That sure of yourself?"
"You can't resist me."
"Tell me about our date."
"First off you wear a tight-fitting black dress that I know you own. Shows off your smoking hot body."
"You're a pig," laughed which was extremely painful, "Ahh."
"Shh," he continued to rub comforting motions on her hand.
"I pick you up at your place with a bouquet of sunflowers."
"My favorite."
"I know. Then I take you to Canlis, the fanciest damn place in the city. After dinner I take you on the Ferris wheel because I know how much you love them. Then we take a walk in the park because neither of us want the night to end."
"That sounds nice." Savannah's eyes start to close, the pain becoming more and more unbearable.
"Hey hey you gotta stay awake. This will be over soon."
"It hurts," she cries.
"I know it does," he places a loving kiss on her hand intertwined with his, "Keep holding my hand. Don't think about the pain."
"Don't let go."
"I won't," he assured her, "Ever."
Her eyes shut. Her breathing continued to be labored. The pain beginning to become too much for her to handle.
You say I took the name in vain
I don't even know the name
But if I did, well really what's it to you?
There's a blaze of light in every word
It doesn't matter which you heard
The holy or the broken Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
It seemed like an eternity before Lexie returned. She was breathing heavily, tears streaming down her face, "She can't die. Please don't let her die. This is all my fault," she cried, "I unplugged his wife."
"She's not gonna die Grey. I won't let that happen."
"You really care about her?" it was more of a statement than a question.
Mark said nothing just nodded. The reality of the situation they were in started to settle in. nit he couldn't think about it at the moment. He needed to make sure of his promise that Savannah wasn't going to die.
"So, the transfusion is working?" Lexie asked.
"For now. But she needs to get out of here soon."
Savannah eyes fluttered opened. A small smile graced both Lexie and Mark's faces.
"Hey sunshine. How you feeling?"
"Like I got shot."
Just then the door to the room swung open. Two members of SWAT entered with their guns drawn, "This floor has been cleared. We're going to evacuate you now."
Maybe there's a God above
But all I've ever learned from love
Was how to shoot someone who outdrew you
And it's not a cry you hear at night
It's not someone who's seen the light
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
"GSW to the right chest we put in a chest tube. She's got three liters of LR two units of packed cells," Mark informed the paramedics along with Dr. Teddy Altman as the stretcher carrying Savannah was rolled out.
"Let's get her into the ambulance. Call Seattle Pres and let them know were coming," Teddy told the paramedics.
Mark attempted to step in the ambulance but was stopped by Teddy. "What are you doing?"
"I'm going with her and you're not going to stop me."
Mark walked straight into the ambulance and took a seat. Once again grabbing a hold of Savannah's hand.
Once at Seattle Pres, Teddy scrubbed in on Savannah's surgery which was now over.
"How's she doing?" a concerned Mark asked as he glanced over to the room Savannah was currently in; a breathing tube in her nose.
"We got the bullet out. It didn't hit any major arteries," she began to inform him, "She lost a lot of blood. Her body is weak at the moment."
"She's going to be okay?"
Teddy shook her head, "Yes. She just needs some time. Her body needs to recover."
"Thank you, Teddy."
"No need to thank my Mark. You saved her life. You and Lexie."
Mark sat by her side the rest of the day and into the night, waiting for her to wake up. Her hand in his the whole time.
"Mark," a hushed voice called out.
"Hey sunshine," he smiled.
"I'm alive," it was a statement not a question.
"Your alive," he placed a kiss on their intertwined hands, "Would I break my promise to you?"
I did my best it wasn't much
I couldn't feel, so I tried to touch
I've told the truth I didn't come to fool you
"Hey how you feeling?" Owen questioned as he sat near his friends bedside the following day.
"I'll be fine," she tried to sound strong but the tears suddenly fell from her eyes.
"What's the matter?"
"I was shot. In a hospital. Where I work," she burst out laughing, still mixed with tears.
"Why the hell are you laughing?"
"I got shot," she repeated, "I left Boston to get away from the abuse and I come here and nearly die," she continued to laugh.
Owen shook his head, "Your something else Savannah."
"Mark told me what happened. How are you doing?"
"I'm fine. I'm more concerned about you."
She sighed, "Any time I close my eyes I see the barrel of a gun. I hear the shot. Over and over again."
And even though it all went wrong
I'll stand before the Lord of Song
With nothing on my tongue by Hallelujah
"Hey Lexie can I talk to you for a minute."
Lexie Grey turned around to see Savannah standing in front of her holding a bouquet of carnations.
"Dr. Young, I didn't know you were back."
"Call me Savannah," she tells the young doctor, "I was released yesterday." It had been two weeks since the shooting. "I haven't been cleared yet. I'm here to see the counselor."
The hospital had mandated that everyone see a counselor and had to be cleared by them before they could return to work.
"I got you flowers," Savannah said, "I know it doesn't equate to what you did for me. I mean what do you get someone who saved your life."
"I didn't."
"You saved my life Lexie. You and Mark did. I can never repay either one of you but here take these," she handed her the bouquet.
"Thanks," Lexie smiled the first time since the shooting, "How are you?"
"I keep having nightmares," she admitted, "I just want to get back here. Surgery takes my mind off of everything. How are you?"
"Everyone around here thinks I'm crazy."
"You're not crazy. You stared down the barrel of a gun and survived. I know what that is. And its not crazy.
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
"Hey how you feeling?" Mark questioned.
"I'm fine," she snapped, "I'm sorry. It's just everybody keeps asking me how I'm doing."
"You were shot."
"I know I was shot. I was there. I felt it. I felt the bullet piercing my skin. The blood draining out of my body. I felt you cutting me open. And for the last two weeks every time I closed my eyes I saw that bullet. I felt the pain all over again. So I guess. I guess I'm not doing okay at this moment."
Mark opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted by Savannah, "But I am alive. I didn't die and right now it's about time I start living my life."
"Maybe it takes a near death experience to make us feel alive"
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