Chapter 3
Dr. George O'Malley looked at the completed labs that he had just received. One patient had a heart attack. Two others had brain injuries that should be operated on as soon as possible. The rest would depend on the patient's history. Today, one thing was certain. There were going to be an abundance of life saving surgeries. He looked into the hallway. Izzie and Alex were not in the hall to give the test results to.
He peered in OR 1 carelessly and saw them prepping. Surprised, he entered without scrubbing in. "I don't think you're supposed to do that."
"She'll die if we don't do something now George." Izzie snapped, "Join in if you want, but we are doing something. I texted Addison, maybe she can help." Carefully, Izzie fit into her size six gloves and got ready for an unplanned surgery.
Alex turned and gave George a look that told him that neither of them will be able to do anything to stop Izzie from going on with the surgery. George opened his mouth, about to say something but stopped, walking out without a word.
"Scalpel." Izzie said, holding out a gloved hand. A surgical nurse placed it there, her eyes shifting from the pregnant lady's stomach to Izzie's trembling hand. Alex stood beside her, looking on.
"Are you sure you can do this?" he asked, only to receive an evil glare from her. Moments later, George entered a bandana over his head and a mask around his face. Izzie looked up, her eyes conveyed confusion and curiosity.
"I'm in." he shrugged.
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She knew what Miranda wants, she knew what Richard wants, and she knows what she wants. With Martin keeping such a close eye on them, there was no way she could discuss her thoughts with anyone, no matter how close their distance from each other is. Addison shifted behind Derek and Preston, hoping to hide herself from Martin's view. Slowly and carefully, she took out her cell phone and started a text message to Izzie.
"We're held hostage in meeting room by intern, Martin Malone. Do everything you can to help the patient, have faith in yourself. You are now placed in charge of all the interns. – Addison."
Yes, Izzie is the best of what Addison has seen in years, and she is giving Izzie this very chance to step up and realize her own potential. She selected Izzie's number and clicked sent. Just that very moment, a rough hand slapped Derek and Preston away, reaching in and dragged her out roughly, pulling her into a chokehold, pointing the gun's nuzzle at her temple. He cocked the gun, a psychotic sneer spread across his face. Addison cast one last lingering look at Derek before squeezing her eyes shut, preparing for the worse to happen.
Oh god, no. No Addison. Not like this. That thought ran through Derek's mind over and over again as he forced himself to stay in his position while watching his wife being placed in a life threatening situation, right in front of his eyes. Everyone in the room looked on, frozen in their position for they all knew—if anyone makes a sudden move, the gun will go off.
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"Female, 28, fallen from the roof. Fractured neck, possible broken bones in her legs. BP 76. We need to get her into an OR. Move, people!" Yang said, pulling the gurney across the hospital. She glanced up briefly to check for an available OR as they pass the OR board.
"OR 1!" She instructed, noting that OR 1 and 3 are empty. "Someone page Dr. Bailey!"
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"There are people in OR 1, Dr. Yang!" a nurse announced, the gurney stopped outside the OR. Christina turned around, frowning. It wasn't recorded on the OR board. She thought. "Don't you have the day off anyway?"
"Bring her into OR 3 then." Christina said, leaving the rest to push the patient over for preparation. "I saw the girl fall off the building, so I figured I would see the case through. Then I could go come."
"Izzie!" she exclaimed, grabbing a mask and walked straight into the OR. "What the hell are you doing?" she demanded. "When Bailey gets wind of this, she'll kick you out of the program."
"Performing a c-section." Izzie replied flatly. What does it look like I'm doing? "Saving this patient's life and the life of her child are more important than following protocol."
"Cool surgery? Where's Addison?" Christina inquired, making her way closer to examine the operation.
"Not answering my page. If we wait any longer to operate, we'll be losing both the mother and child." Izzie explained, as she started to cut the patient's side. Then, her pager went off.
"About time Addison replied," Izzie commented, handing the scalpel to George. "Hold this for a moment." Then, she went ahead to check Addison's message. Alex shot George a dirty look as he tried to stabilize the woman.
"What!" George asked, noticing the look Alex had thrown at him.
"I came here first and you get to carry on with the surgery." Alex simply said, shifting on his spot.
"Well, she gave it to me—"
"Guys, don't kill my patient." Izzie warned, pulling off her mask as she checked on her pager.
Alex grumbled under his breathe. George looked down at the half-done operation, and then looked up at Izzie, his expression clueless. Alex laughed.
"Izzie—"George started, but was cut off by the panic written all over her face when she turned to face them.
"Alex, why don't you come with me?" Christina said, "We've got another surgery." Christina started to leave with Alex, but the sound of Izzie's voice stopped them.
"Guys, you'll never believe what she said." she reported, her voice trembled. This is worse than Code Black...Much worse.
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Several pagers continued going off inside the room with Martin Malone. Martin pulled back the hammer to his gun, but his arm stayed firmly around Addison. "Shut those pagers and phones off now! Throw them into the wall! You aren't doing any surgeries anymore. The interns are the competent ones. They'll take over from here, doctors."
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Dr. Callie Torres continued suturing up another patient in the pit when she saw Meredith come in with a little girl. "Who is the girl?"
"Hannah Jones," Meredith answered, "Is it just me or are the nurses trying to upset the surgeons with all the incessant broadcast paging?"
Even then, another page interrupted them asking for Resident Jacques to go to OR 2. The message then repeated. "Oooh, someone's in trouble!" Hannah said, "Do you guys have to be told five times to do something? I'm not even that bad. My adopted mother only has to say things three times."
"The Nazi, lax?" Meredith croaked, "This is just an off day." She brushed aside her hair, trying to hide the fact she was really embarrassed about Hannah knowing the problem.
"Yeah, an off-day where the big wigs are totally irresponsible," Callie snickered, "What's Hannah doing here anyway?" Meredith explained that Hannah was here to see Izzie and that Izzie was no where to be seen. "More irresponsibility, this was supposed to be the most difficult program. Then again, maybe the residents took off as a test and we're all in some really weird alternate dimension where…"
"Callie," Meredith said, "You are just like George, stop talking."