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"Burke is crazier than I thought," Cristina said, spooning ice cream out of the carton Meredith was holding. "He asked me to go with him to Alabama to meet his mother. I've never met any guy's mother. I've been really lucky so far. My only major boyfriend was estranged from his family, and the guy before him, his mother was dead."
"I'm good with mothers," Izzie added, eating her own pint of ice cream. "They usually love me."
"Mothers hate me. They always think I corrupt their sons," Meredith replied, pulling her ice cream away from Cristina.
"You?" Cristina laughed. " You look like the poster child for a mother's dream."
"So, what did you tell Preston?" Izzie asked, handing Cristina her carton and picking up a cookie.
"Preston? You call him Preston?" Cristina inquired.
"He said I could," Izzie shrugged. "So, what did you tell him?"
"I haven't told him anything. I avoided him after surgery and came here. Have you asked George out yet?" Cristina changed the subject to Meredith, who looked up from her ice cream in surprise.
"We're going to go on a picnic," she responded.
"How sweet," Cristina deadpanned.
"O'Malley, I need you to pick up some charts from pediatrics. They'll be moving a couple of patients for surgery in the morning, and I'd like for everything to be set by then," Bailey told George, handing him a list of names. "Ask for Dr. Alba. She's the pediatric intern on-call. I'm going home."
"Right," George replied as he headed for the elevator. While in the elevator, he closed his eyes to think. He was excited for his date with Meredith, but Izzie's voice echoed in his head telling him it was a bad idea. The ding of the elevator pulled him from his thoughts.
"I'm looking for a Dr. Alba?"
A pretty, petite brunette spun around, her long ponytail hitting George in the face.
"I am so sorry!" she cried out in horror. She pushed her glasses over her brown eyes and straightened up her doctors coat. "Are you all right?"
George stuck out his tongue. "Ugh, hair."
"I'm Dr. Alba. Kimberly Alba." She held out her hand. "What can I do for you?"
"I'm Dr. O'Malley from surgical. Dr. Bailey said you would have charts for me," George replied.
"Right! Give me one second," she said and disappeared under the desk.
"What are you doing?" George asked leaning over the top of the desk to see the girl sitting underneath it.
"I have a strange filing system. Dr. Wright said Bailey would be sending someone to pick up the charts so I put them some place where I wouldn't forget them," Kimberly explained.
"Under the desk?" George said in disbelief.
Kim nodded and handed over the charts.
"Why does everyone look at me like I'm crazy? Its works!
"Uh-huh."
"Don't you have some charts to deliver?"
"Well, aren't you the sassy one?"
Kim cocked a brow at the strange little man in response.
"Are you flirting with me?"
George suddenly found himself flustered. He smiled hesitantly. He really wasn't sure if he was flirting with her or not. All he knew was that Kimberly Alba had a really beautiful smile.
"You miss your trailer, don't you?" Addison asked Derek as they got into bed that night.
"I was thinking, how about we build a house there?"
"We just moved in and you want to move already!" Addison snapped, offended.
"Addi--"
"No, Derek." Addison turned over on her side and shut off her bedside lamp just as her pager went off. She groaned in frustration and kicked the blankets off. She hurried into their walk-in closet and emerged in a velour track suit.
"Addi--" Derek called. He grabbed her arm just as she descended down the stairs.
"I have a 911 to get to. What do you want?"
He took her face in his hands and kissed her firmly.
"I'm still mad at you."
"No, you aren't," he retorted playfully.
"AHHH!" a young woman shrieked as she was wheeled into the emergency room.
"A barricade collapsed at the Chemical Abrasion concert. Twenty-five people were severely injured, fifty more moderately so. More buses are coming. Her name is Samantha Moncrief, age 21. She has no feeling in her legs. There is apparent stomach and pelvic damage," the paramedic listed off to one of the on-call doctors.
"Samantha" a dirty blonde man called out rushing into the ER.
"Sir, you will have to get out of here."
"I'm her fiancé. My name is Mitch West. She's the lead singer of our opening act."
"Mr. West, you will have to go to the waiting room."
"Please," he pleaded. The attending doctor shook his head no and moved on to another patient as five more people were wheeled in.
"Doctors! We have a pregnant woman here!" the medic yelled out as a seven-months pregnant girl was wheeled in on a stretcher.
"Somebody call Montgomery-Shepherd."
Izzie, Meredith, and Cristina were all jolted awake by the sounds of their beepers. Stumbling, they grabbed their shoes, bags, and jackets and were out the door in a haze.
"Look alive, people!" Webber yelled out into the pit.
"Yang, I need you in cube 2. Patient's name is Samantha Moncrief. Her fiancé has somehow planted himself with her. The big man is their bodyguard. The fiancé is the cause of all this. He's the bassist of Chemical Abrasion. Have her evaluated for surgery."
"Chemical Abrasion!" Izzie squealed without thought. "I love them! Mitch West is here?"
"Stevens, you are with Shepherd. There is an 18 year old girl who is seven months pregnant in cube 5. She was in the second row at the concert. Also, watch out for any press. I heard those Chemical Abrasion guys are a big deal," Webber explained.
The doctors split up to take care of business.
"Stevens!" Addison greeted, checking over the vitals of their new patient. "We need to get her into surgery right away. The gate landed above her stomach. It looks like the baby may be in distress. She's lost a lot of blood."
"No, no surgery," the young woman muttered incoherently. "I don't want this. I didn't want this."
"I'm sorry, but it's the only way to save you and your baby," Addison said to the delirious girl.
"Don't want baby," she mumbled before slipping out of consciousness.
"Let's get her into the next available OR."
Izzie nodded and helped push the patient out of the ER.
"Excuse me, Bubba," Cristina said, pushing past the rather large man in front of cubical 2.
"Hello, Miss Moncrief, I am Dr. Yang. I need to evaluate you before taking you up to surgery."
"Has anyone ever told you that you look like Sandra Oh?" was her reply. Cristina looked at the battered brunette as if she had grown a second head. Choosing to declare a concussion to the case, she continued.
"Moving on, you and Bubba will have to leave. We'll be moving her upstairs shortly," Cristina told the man hovering over her patient. Mitch looked ready to argue. Samantha let out a groan of pain.
"Don't play faithful to me now."
The oddly attractive nerd, nodded and disappeared past the curtain.
"So, what happened?" she asked.
"Seattle fans are a little too crazy for CA."
Cristina nodded and helped moved the singer to x-ray.
"She has a pelvic fracture in 3 places, a couple of bruised ribs and a fractured ankle. There are some fragments of bone here and here that need to be removed," Cristina explained. Cristina and Bailey were standing in front of Samantha's x-rays.
"Okay, book the OR and I will call Dr. De Yong. We'll get her in ASAP," Bailey order. "You and Grey will be scrubbing in."
"I don't want this baby! I don't want this baby," the young woman muttered to Izzie repeatedly as she was wheeled into the OR. Izzie looked at the girl strangely. If she didn't want this baby, why in the world was she still pregnant? The question stayed on her mind throughout the surgery.
"Have you ever heard of Chemical Abrasion or Infinite Abyss?" Bailey asked her two interns as they went to work on the lead singer of Infinite Abyss.
"Izzie likes Chemical Abrasion. I have Infinite Abyss's album. I hear them a lot in the morning. Chemical has this really catchy song about not being okay or something. Whatever it is I find myself singing it at the strangest times," Meredith answered. Cristina and Miranda blinked at Meredith.
"What? Like you've never watched MTV or VH1 late at night."
"What happened?" Alex asked walking into the pit.
"Chemical Abrasion concert was wild. They had to end it in the middle of the set because the barricade collapsed," an injured fan told him before he was released from the ER.
"No way," Alex mumbled to himself.
"Karev!" He heard a doctor call. Alex turned to see Izzie rush by with a patient.
"Karev, move it!"
Addison stood over the incubator where the baby boy lay. She had delivered the infant prematurely by C-section.
"Do we know anything about the girl besides her age?" Addison asked, her eyes not moving from the little red-haired child.
"Here name is Amanda Daniels. They found her purse at the venue after it cleared out. Dr. O'Bryan has moved her to a room. The nurses station is trying to find a relative. A friend from the concert is waiting for word about her."
"What was a pregnant girl doing at a concert? Especially in the second row." Izzie shrugged. She wished she had an answer herself.
"Mr. West," Cristina called out to the waiting room. Two guys plus a few others turned to look at the doctor. Mitchell rushed over from the corner of the waiting room.
"How's Sam? Is she okay?" he rambled. "We've been waiting for word for hours."
"Mr. West, Samantha's injuries were quite severe. Her pelvis was broken in 3 places, her ribs were bruised, and her ankle was fractured. We had to operate on her pelvis. Miss Moncrief has a long road to recovery. I hope that this was your last night on tour," Cristina detailed.
Mitch shook his head. "We still have three shows in Oregon and five in California."
"Miss Moncrief will not be going anywhere for awhile. Her ribs will heal in six weeks, and she'll need to stay off that ankle. On top of it all, it could take up to several months for her pelvis to heal."
"Can I see her?" he asked hopefully.
"She has just been moved to recovery. We will have her in a private room within the hour. I'll be able to allow you in then."
"What are you doing?" a groggy voice rasped out to Izzie. Izzie looked down into the brown eyes of Amanda Daniels.
"I am giving you something for the pain. A barricade landed on you. We had to surgically remove your baby. You're really lucky. Other than a cut on your stomach, you and the baby are fine. The baby is 2 months premature so he'll have to stay in the hospital for a couple of weeks for monitoring. His birth weight is on the low side. We'd like to release him at, at least 4 pounds."
Amanda just stared at Izzie. "I didn't want the baby. I only had him because I don't believe in abortion."
Izzie was startled by the confession. Something inside told her that Amanda would not be changing her mind even after having her little boy placed in her arms.