Chapter 2
The staff gathered at the corner of the meeting room, all cowering on the floor, afraid as Martin swung his gun back and forth, aiming at whoever that looked like they were making a false move. Then, Miranda shifted herself carefully towards Richard, Addison, Derek and Preston, who happen to be together. "Chief." She whispered, Richard turned around, careful not to let Martin see the communication going on that might freak him out. Catching Richard's attention, Miranda continued.
"You do realize that we will be here for a long time, and the interns are on their own-" she started. The chief raised an eyebrow, not getting what Miranda was suggesting. "Well, I was thinking maybe we could put one of our interns in charge." She said. "Or two, even. I mean, just in case something goes wrong, they freak out-"
"They don't need to know about our situation." Richard explained. "Knowing about our situation will cause all of them to panic."
"But—"
"Richard's right." Preston cut in, overhearing their conversation. Miranda started to argue but shut her mouth again. "Alright." She gave in. "But if something crazy comes up, I'm putting one of my interns in charge, whether you approve of it or not."
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Izzie's voiceover:
Responsibility is a pain. When things go bad, people have a natural tendency to run away. Being in charge means that you can't and you have to pick up after other people. It also means putting off your own personal pleasure.
Dr. Isobel "Izzie" Stevens walked out of the locker room and casually listened to the gossip the other doctors talking about. Most everyone got their gossip like that. Since the chief and all the other high level surgeons were at a meeting, today's gossip was who people would most likely be chief of surgery under. Everyone seemed unanimous on Meredith. She sleeps with the boss and they like her to be the boss. Can't a girl ever get ahead around here?
Izzie went off to the first patient with Alex. He kept his physical distance from Izzie, worrying her. It's definitely the professionalism. We don't want to freak out the patients by being all over each other. "So do you want to explain it or do I?" She asked him.
"Michael Green complaining of chest pains and limp arms," Alex began in his most monotone voice, "We need to do get the labs back to determine whether we have a heart attack or a panic attack."
Dr. Meredith Grey sutured yet another patient in the pit when a seemingly healthy young girl, about ten or eleven years old came up to her. "Hello there, what's your name?"
"I'm Hannah. Hannah Sara Jones," She said as she messed with her blond hair, taking it out of a bun. "Sorry about the hair. My mommy and daddy insist on doing it like that for a hospital. I hate it. Do you know where Dr. Stevens is?"
Meredith looked puzzled. People don't ask for the interns. "She's busy right now. Anything I can do to help? If not, you to get back to your mom. I'm sure she's around here somewhere. Then you two can wait together if I can't assist."
"Thank you," Hannah said, "I'll wait here. I don't think you would understand."
Dr. Izzie Stevens and Dr. Alex Karev had just finished the rounds. Currently, several neurological patients were waiting on surgery along with a few patients needing tests to determine the exact cause of the problem. So far so good. No one is fatal.
Then, the doctors began wheeling in another patient. She was full term it looked like. Her screams disturbed everyone in the pit. "She just got in a car wreck. Currently, she's full term and in labor. The child is just hitting the uterus though and not coming out."
Izzie pulled her hair out of the bun and looked around, as if Addison was there. Then, she remembered about the meeting. "Alex, can you prep OR 1. There we can stabilize her until Addison gets out of the meeting." Alex nodded and Izzie bolted for the scrubbing room. As she changed, she sent Addison a text message.
"Addison, pregnant woman in a car crash with complicated labor. Help."
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A loud beeping sound caught Addison by surprise. It was her pager. There was silence when Martin jerked his head over to Addison, pointing a gun at her. Derek shifted, attempting to move in to protect his wife.
"Don't even think about it." Martin said, the gun pointed at Derek's temple. Addison swallowed hard, lifting her pager from her scrubs and holding it up in the air.
"Put it there." Martin instructed, gesturing to the table. "Alright, don't hurt—"
"I said put it there!" he demanded. Nodding, Addison placed the pager carefully on the table, but not without taking a look at the paged message first. It was Izzie.
"Addison, pregnant woman in car crash with complicated labor. Help."
That was the page. Studying Addison's face, Miranda had gotten a rough idea of what was going on. She leaned closer to the chief as her voice dropped into a whisper.
"All hell is breaking loose, Richard."