Chapter two
By greyeyedgirl
Dedicated to bebec.
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"Preston?" Burke turned, having just entered the door to Seattle Grace, and saw Richard Webber coming towards him.
"Yes, Chief? I'm sorry, I'm in a bit of a rush, I need to check on Denny Duquette and I'm on a bit of a tight time frame-"
"This won't take long. I need you to go to the ER and get Addison Shepherd, tell her to go to room 517, a patient named Camille Webber-"
Burke nodded, turning, then glanced back at him, confused, but Webber had already turned back and rushed in the opposite direction.
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Bailey stepped off of the elevator, exhausted. She'd left her patient with one of the ER interns, who didn't know their ass from their esophagus, and now was heading to get the book she had left that morning in an on-call room, after working a long shift. She sighed, pushing her hair behind her ear. What do I still have to do today? Get the results from Mr. Johnson's labs. Check on Denny Duquette. More importantly, check on Izzie. Make the appointment for William at the pediatrician-
Bailey stopped, having opened the door and started to trip over something. She had to hold back a scream, the blood rushing from her face. "Somebody get two gurneys!" She heard a foreign voice that sounded like her own, but most certainly could not be, scream down the hallway. She felt tears rushing to her face, reaching over the man still holding a gun to his head and felt for Cristina's pulse.
She let out a large breath of air, feeling the beat at her wrist, and Cristina's eyes fluttered open, as she tried to move and her arm gushed blood.
"Cristina, don't move! We're going to get you on the gurney, it's going to be okay." By that time three nurses had arrived, pushing two gurneys. Olivia and Tyler started picking Cristina up and lifting her onto the gurney; Debbie looked down at the other body and raised one eyebrow to Bailey concernedly.
"That one's already gone," Bailey said, looking down at Petey's body with no pity in her eyes. "Page the morgue," she told Debbie quietly, following Olivia and Tyler's footsteps, as they rushed Cristina down the hallway towards the elevator and to Trauma.
"GSW to the right shoulder, no exit wound spotted yet but we'll be able to get a better look once we get to Trauma. Patient is conscious but drowsy-"
Cristina was making a sort of moaning sound, Bailey leaned down to hear her. "What is it, Cris?" She asked softly.
"Burke," Cristina muttered, quietly but clearly.
"We'll page him immediately, of course. I believe he's still at Mercy West, but we'll get him as soon as we get a hold of him, Cristina."
Cristina shook slightly, then tried to sit up, as they turned the gurney to push it into a Trauma Room. At that moment, Burke pushed open the door to the ER, still wearing his jacket and looking rushed. He wiped at his face, tired, then glanced up.
He stopped frozen in his tracks, seeing the back of Bailey pushing a gurney into the room, and got a glimpse of Cristina's face, drained of both color and life, and a mass of curly dark hair.
Burke pushed past a row of filled up gurneys, including Cristina's patient and her ducking fiancé, almost sprinting to get to the Trauma Room, not being able to believe what he had seen, feeling the fear grip at his chest.
He could see her struggling through the blinds, and he threw open the door to the Trauma room, entering as he tried not to show his franticness. "Cristina!"
"Dr. Burke---" Bailey said, looking up at him and trying to calm him down.
"Burke, I'm fine," Cristina mumbled, as he, without thinking about it, pushed Tyler out of his way in his haste to get to her bed.
"What happened to her? What--" He stopped, noticing the vast amounts of blood that was staining her scrubs and the gurney. He seemed at a loss for words.
"She has a GSW to the right shoulder, with no exit wound. The shooter was the one responsible for the shooting earlier at the restaurant, his picture was on the news. He…shot himself."
Burke seemed to be slightly disbelieving, he looked down at Cristina trying to hide his fear. "What's her temp? BP? Why aren't you ordering labs?" He yelled. He turned to Olivia. "Go page Meredith Grey. Tell her to get here, now." He looked at Tyler. "Go let MRI know we're coming, and page Shepherd. Go!" The nurses scattered out of the room. Cristina actually allowed a small smile.
"Temperature is spiked to 102.1. BP is 150 over 90 and rising." Bailey looked down at Cristina, sadness etched onto her usually passive face.
Burke looked down at Cristina, feeling his heart try to rip itself apart. "Can we have a moment?" He asked Bailey numbly.
Bailey looked nervous. "Of course sir. But…only a moment. We don't want to waste any time." Her voice trailed off, and she slipped out of the room, looking uncomfortable.
"Hey," Burke said quietly, leaning over Cristina's bed and speaking to her for the first time. "It's gonna be okay. Whatever you need, whatever I can do for you…it will get done. Cristina, I--" His voice broke off, and he bit his bottom lip, his eyes almost glistening.
"Burke," Cristina murmured, knowing he was about to apologize.
"No, Cristina," he said, moving his hand so it was touching her hair, and brushing across the side of her face.
"Cristina, I'm so sorry…" He whispered hoarsely. "What happens at home should stay at home, I know, I---"
"Burke," Cristina said again, still quietly, but this time slightly more forcefully.
Burke took her left hand in his and squeezed. "No, Cristina. I have to say this. What I did was completely unprofessional, it--" He seemed to be trying to find the right words, he bit his bottom lip harder and looked towards the ceiling.
"Cristina, I---"
"What the hell is going on here?" Chief Webber came barreling into the room, looking shocked. There was a moment where a look of regret came over his face, in which he seemed to realize he'd walked into a pretty intimate moment, but he quickly tried to make his face impassive.
"We have a member of the SGH staff in trauma, and I wasn't paged? What is going on here?"
Dr. Bailey came rushing into the room, subtly trying to keep a distance between Webber, who looked like he was trying to look professional, and Burke, who was gazing at him dazedly.
"Sir, there was a shooting in the fourth floor on-call room…the shooter killed himself, we've paged the appropriate people to get the body taken care of---"
"There was a shooting on hospital grounds? Actually IN the hospital? Why didn't anyone get a hold of me? Why---"
"Because it only happened a few minutes ago, Sir," Bailey said quietly. Richard turned, looking at her, then glanced down at Cristina, who was still bleeding and looking white. Richard averted his gaze immediately, looking stung.
"What's her BP? Temp? Is there an exit wound, how is she doing?"
"Sir, I'd love to finish this conversation with you, but we need to get her down to MRI immediately, as soon as Dr. Shepherd gets here to---"
"I'm here. What have we got?" Derek came hurrying into the room, then froze. It was obvious Tyler had not mentioned the patient's name.
"Come on. I'll get you briefed." Burke looked down at Cristina one last time, before pulling Shepherd out of the room, the chief following. "Take care of her," he said quietly to Bailey over his shoulder.
"Cristina…I need to take care of your wound, stop the bleeding. Then I'll get you some morphine and some stuff to help you fight the infection---"
"Bai…Bailey. Bailey, I---"
"Shhh," Bailey said, looking heartbroken. "It's okay…Don't waste your strength."
Cristina was shaking her head, trying to talk between moans.
"No…Bail-Bailey, I'm pregnant."
Miranda Bailey stood up, looking at her in shock and some horror. "Cristin-"
"Okay. Let's get her down to MRI, now." Derek said, coming into the room but now followed by only Webber. Bailey stared with her mouth open, trying to process what she'd just heard.