1Disclaimer: Okay... Are these really needed? I mean if any of us had an real say in what goes on in the shows we write about would we really waste our time here? But, I don't want to get sued so... I don't own the characters or the show. There, I said it. But it would be nice to own Chris O'Donnell and Patrick Dempsey. By the way, this is the LAST disclaimer in this story so just don't forget that I don't own any part o grey's anatomy.

Meredith's P.O.V:

My patient was an unusual case, a bit of pole from the bus broke off on impact and flew into the arm but the way that the pole was positioned it was stopping the bleeding. Unfortunately once we took it out there was a large risk of her bleeding to death. Her name was Margery Sampson and the major veins in her arm had been ripped open when the pole flew through it. She was in pain which was odd since most of the nerves in her arm had been taken out. We knew what we had to do, amputate. But it's hard to tell someone that tomorrow they won't have an arm when all they did was ride a bus to get to work.

I was waiting on the results of Margery's tests and x-rays when I realized that I hadn't eaten all day. I looked at my watch and sighed, another 36 hour shift. I tried to decide which I needed more, food or sleep. Luckily my stomach rumbled making it an easy decision. I made my way down to the cafeteria and bought a salad and a soda. I ate quickly and got on the elevator. I pushed the button to floor 6 and leaned against the back wall. I closed my eyes as the elevator crept up slowly. I bell dinged, stopping at the second floor. I didn't open my eyes "Dr. Grey." He said professionally "Dr. Shephard." I matched his tone while my eyes were still closed. "How's your patient, with the pole through her arm?" "Margery? I'm going up to get her x-rays and tests right now." I knew he was looking at me but I still didn't open my eyes.

"So, how long have you been here?" "36 hours and counting." I heard him smile. "Wow, I've been here 15 and I feel like crap can't imagine how you feel." "Tired." I mumbled finally opening my eyes. He seemed shocked. "Mere, are you alright." "Why do you ask?" "It's just your eye, it looks like you have pink eye." "Nope, just blood-shot and tired." I faked a small smile. "You didn't answer my question." "What question?" "Are you okay?" I thought about lying and saying that I was but my floor was approaching and I didn't think I owed him the sugar-coating. "No, I'm not. But I'm working on it." The elevator stopped again and I stepped out and walked to the lab. "I'm here for the lab results for Margery Sampson." "Margery Sampson, here you go."

I smiled at the male nurse behind the desk "Thanks." "Um, Dr. Grey, your eye..." "I've been here 36 hours." He smiled at me "Never mind then." I grabbed the lab results and went to take them to Burke. I opened them and read them over. "Dr. Burke, I just got Margery's test results in, we'll have to amputate, the tissue is completely useless and the nerves are gone. Plus, at the angle that the pole entered, it, it goes up towards the shoulder."I said as soon as I found him. Burke nodded "Okay Dr. Grey, schedule the surgery." I nodded and went to the board and to fill out the paperwork. I booked OR 3 at 3:15, only 6 hours after I was supposed to be oing home. I shook my head, only 7 hours if the surgery went well.