This is a little filler, kk? But, there is relevance! All Greys anatomy belongs to the wonderful Shonda Rhimes
"911,"He said softly under his breath.
Derek was startled when he heard another beep, this time coming from the young lady next to him. She picked it up slowly, still drunk, "911?" She complained, "Man, can't people ever just take care of themselves? It's freaking eleven o'clock!" She tried standing up straight, previously slouching, arms reaching her knees. She cracked her back, turning slowly to the right, glancing at a small black purse on the counter.
A few more pagers went off in the bar, including Burke's, Cristina's, George's, and even Callie's, all reading 911. Izzie, startled from her gaze at the purse, sighed, leaning back on Derek's arm, "Damn. . . This can't be good."
As the doctors rushed to the hospital, they were greated by many other interns and nurses. Well, if running around like a bunch of chikens with their heads cut off, practically shoving you to the ground meant greating. Izzie quickly jumped out of her drunken stuper, as she knew something really juicy had just happened. Derek and Burke were first to run to change, while the interns were awestruck with the chaos in the building. They had rarely seen anything like it. "Let's go let's go!" Bailey yelled loudly, comming toward her interns. George was the first to hustle to the lockers, followed by Izzie, Cristina, and Alex. "Where the hell is Grey?" She yelled at the four, turning to see that they were already gone, "Better not be drunk again."
"Somebody tell me what we have!" Burke yelled at the panicked nurses, as Derek joined him.
"A large accident sir," the nurse responded, "Involving two vehicles, one small the other large, as well as a bus full of citizens. Head on collision, and a tipped bus, swerving to avoid the crash. All citizens on the bus, excluding the driver, are in stable condition. The other two weren't so lucky. One, umm," she glanced quickly at a chart, "Kirtus Green, age 49, was wearing his seatbelt. Unfortunately, he broke both of his legs and fractured his spine in three different places."
"And the other?" Burke inquired as he took the chart away from the nurse, "Who is that? And how are they doing?"
"We are unsure, Dr. Burke. There was no ID found with the woman. Early to mid thirties, I think is what they said. She wasn't so lucky. She was not wearing a seatbelt, and delt some serious blows to the head. They are thinking TBI."
"Traumatic Brain Injury," Derek chimed in.
"Thats right Dr. Shepherd, right where you come in." She smiled to him. He slightly smiled back, this was going to be a long night.
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The interns ran quickly to Bailey, dressed in their clean, crisp, blue scrubs. "O'malley, you sticking with me today, Karev, you will be assisting Dr. Burke in his surgeries, Izzie and Cristina, pitt."
George quickly followed Bailey at the heels as she walked away. Alex turned arround, smiling at Izzie, "Have fun today," He quicly turned around and head toward the OR, meeting Dr. Burke.
"Ass," Izzie repeated from the conversation not too long ago.
Cristina sighed slightly, glancing at Izzie, "Oh shut up," she said before turning around, running to the pitt.
The pitt was as, if not more hectic than the rest of the hospital. There was patients constantly coming in from the bus wreck. Some problems more serious than others, Izzie and Cristina fought to find the best one. Patients moaned and gasped, some coughing blood, while other waited patioently on their beds. It was an inters dream come true.
Burke approached Kurtis Green in his hospital bed. He placed his hand gently on his shoulder, "How are you doing there, Mr. Green?"
"Oh, fine, just swell," he said, shifting his eyes at Burke. His head was placed into a cast for support, it was very likely he could injure his back even more if he were to move his head. "I amgoing to be ok, right?" He asked kindly and sincerely.
"There is no need to worry, Mr. Green, we are going to fix you right up." Alex just made it into the room as Burke finished his sentence. "This is Dr. Karev, we is going to be with you for the next couple of minutes, taking you through all of the necessary proceedured."
"Oh, thank you so much,"Kurtis said, "Please, please call my wife, and my daughter. I have three of them you know! Only one is old enough to go off on her own though. She's pregnant, did you know that? She just told us yesterday!" Kurtis smiled as a tear came to his eye, "I'm finally going to be a grandfather!"
Burke smiled, slowly taking his hand off of his patients shoulder, "Thats wonderful." He turned to leave, nodding at Alex as he left, "Take care of him." Alex quickly nodded as he picked up Kurtis Green's chart, making his way to the bed.
Meanwhile, Izzie and Cristina both raged in competing patients. One would always choose one slightly better than the other, as the citizens came through the hospital doors. "Last one," A medic said, rolling one last patient through the doors. He was a large man, with a short comb-over, and lightly bleached eyebrows. one hand was wrapped securely, preventing bleeding, while the other was wrapped around a foot-long hot dog. Izzie and Cristina both looked at him, then each other, and then back to him.
"Good luck with it!" Cristina exclaimed to Izzie, before darting away with her previous patient.
"Wait! Cristina- you can't-Why?-Cristina! You can't just-"she glanced back up at the old, fat man, "Leave me with this."
A medic rushed back into the room, looking straight at Izzie, "Are you his doctor?"
Sighing heavily, Izzie had no other choice, "Yeah, thats me, Dr. Stevens."
"Glad I caught you before you left," he said handing her two red ice-chests, "Here's his finger. . . and here's his leg."
She quickly lit up at the statement that she had just heard. It was like music to Izzie's ears, "Alrighty then, let's go!" She said, this time almost over-enthusiastically.
Passing by Cristina, she smiled, holding up the two ice chests. "Damn you," Cristina mumbled to her. As always, Cristina wanted the better case, which she had just given up. Finishing her sentence, screams came from behind the two interns.
"Move! Move! Out of the way!" Two medics yelled at Cristina and Izzie as they ran straight through them.
"Man do I wish I had that case." Izzie said, more to Cristina than herself. The two male medics had just rushed a young lady right passed Izzie and Cristina. They were headed straight for an OR with the worst looking patient at the hospital. "Damn, it's even a better case than mine!" She glanced over at Cristina, who was stopped dead in her tracks. "Cristina?" Cristina's jaw hung open, as she stared at the group that had just passes. "Cristina, whats up?" Izzie sounded now more worried than curious.
"That was Meredith." Cristina choked.