Disclaimer: I don't own Grey's Anatomy, I just borrowed the name of the characters for entertaining, no intention to violate any copyrights.
A/N : I apologize for the long wait. And I apologize for the hostile language that you're going to see in this chapter.
All mistakes are mine, I am sorry.
Chapter 76
Mark pulled up his charming smile when the blonde stripper walked up to their table after seeing his wave of hand.
"What's your name, gorgeous?" He asked, ignoring the grunt coming from the woman sitting next to her.
"Misty." The young girl, couldn't be over 20, putting on a fake smile under her heavy makeup, swinging her naked hips along the rhythm of the music, the sequin bras pushed up her boobs that twinkled as she moved. "Do you want a lap dance?"
"Yes, but not for me." Mark gave the stripper a wink and tilted his head to the side. "My friend is getting married in a few days. She needs a good lap dance before she's forbidden to have fun ever again."
"I... I don't need a lap dance." Color drained from Callie's face when Misty shifted to her. The brunette looked everywhere except the pair of sparkling boobs jiggling a few inches away from her face. "Really. And marry or not, I don't need this kind of fun. Not that I'm forbidden. I mean, I don't..."
"You're cute." The stripper poked at Callie's nose smiling mischievously. Following the beats, she turned around and bent down slowly, showing the woman her creamy white rear end under the lace skirt as she shook her hips. "I'd have thought that you two are a couple and looking for some excitement together."
"No, we're definitely not a couple. And I don't think I'll call him my friend after tonight." Callie grunted again when Mark laughed out loudly.
"Come on! Lighten up, Cal." The man reached into his pocket pulling out a stack of dollar bills and handed them to his friend. "Misty in here is doing a great job but you don't even look at her. The least you can do is showing her a little affection. Enjoy the dance."
"God!" Callie took a deep breath. Glaring at the smirking man, she held out one of the bills, carefully trying to slip it in the band of the mini skirt with as minimum physical contact as possible. But Mark grabbed her wrist and tugged it forward. In result, half of her hand shoved into the waist band and the back of her hand was touching the girl's skin.
"I am so sorry!" The brunette exclaimed and pulled her hand out quickly as if she was burnt. Her face turned even redder when Mark rolled out a belly laugh with his head throwing back, and the stripper turned around looking at her with an amused smile.
"Your friend is right. You need to lighten up, and relax." Misty stood between Callie's legs. She put her hands on the brunette's knees to spread the legs and moved toward the flustered woman's face. Chuckled lightly after hearing a surprise gasp, she lowered herself as her hips rocking from side to side. All the while, she kept the eye contact with the brunette. "You're adorable."
"Please, please don't!" Callie was horrifying to have another woman's face so close to her crotch. And she turned to Mark when she found a phone was pointing at her. "No, Mark! Don't you dare taking picture and send it to Arizona."
"Oh no, put away your phone." The stripper laughed out and waved her hand to the man. She wasn't in this business for too long but she had had met with enough creepy men or wild party girls. She found this pair of friends endearing and didn't want them to get into trouble. She jerked her head back toward the entrance. "No photo in here. Put away your phone before Big Mac drags you out of here."
"Big Mac?" Mark craned his neck trying to look pass the other patrons. "The bouncer? He's busy right now."
Following the beats, Misty slowly worked her way back up and turned around for another booty shake. Her movement stopped to a halt when she cast a glance at the entrance. The bouncer was arguing with an old man by the door.
"Misty, Misty? Are you all right?" Callie and Mark exchanged a look before patted on the young girl's arm.
"Yes, yes. I'm sorry. I was just... distracted." Misty turned back to her customers with a stiff smile. She resumed her dance routine but was less smooth as earlier, and intentionally avoided showing her face toward the entrance.
"Misty, seriously you don't seem okay. I mean, if you want to stop..." Even the lighting was bad, it wasn't hard for Callie to see that the stripper was acting weird.
"No it's fine, I'm just distracted." Misty insisted. Another glance toward the bouncer and the old man, her face turned paler seeing the argument was getting heat. Swallowing hard, she suggested to the pair of friends. "How about we move this dance to a private room?"
"Oh no no no no no!" Callie shook her head rapidly. "We're just going to have another drink and then we're out of here. No private show necessary."
"Please... ah... Cal, right? We're having fun, right?" The girl jumped on the brunette laps, pulling the arms to wrap around her own waist. She leaned forward whispering into the brunette's ear as her hips kept grinding slowly. "We'll have more fun in the private room. Anything you want."
"I don't need more fun. If my fiancée knows that I get in a room with you, she's going to kill me." Callie pulled her hands back and held it up, hesitating if it was appropriated to push the girl off of her laps by the naked shoulders. But the stripper grabbed her hands quickly.
"Your fiancée is a woman? You're gay?" Misty's face lightened up slightly. "Then you've got to help me."
"What? And... what?" The brunette pulled her head back staring at the girl. The confused look on her face made Mark leaned closer to join in their conversation.
"That's my father out there with Big Mac. He hit me when he found me kissing a girl. I ran away from him and I have no idea how he knows I'm here. I don't want to see him right now." Misty pleaded with her brown eyes, and the tear was shinning under her long fake eyelashes. "A sister to a sister, can you help me?"
"You can't hide away in the private room all night." The man asked. He looked over to the entrance. "Your old man seems very persistent. I think he really wants to see you."
"Big Mac won't let him pass. I just... I can't let him find me and make a sense in here. I'll lose my job and I can't lose my job." The stripper's gaze shifted between the 2 friends, saying desperately. "Please?"
"Fine. Let's go." Callie closed her eyes and sighed. She really couldn't handle a crying girl on her laps. Going into a private room with a stripper might upset her fiancée, just hope Arizona would understand that it was for a good deed.
"Cal, are you sure?" Mark grabbed the brunette's wrist while the stripper got off her laps. The grin on his face was too big to suppress. Callie in a private room for a lap dance would be a story he's going to tell for years.
"We have to wait for Derek and Owen anyway." The brunette threw him an eye roll before followed the young girl. She added quickly. "No funny business inside the room."
"Yeah, we'll see." Mark jumped up and cheered. He sent out a quick text on the way down the hall.
And he didn't see the uproar behind him, all started with the big, heavy bouncer guy dropping down on the floor after a gunshot.
Arizona stopped her conversation with Teddy after hearing a chime from her phone signaling an income message. She was about to grab it from the top of the bags but her friend was quicker than her.
"No." Teddy pointed a finger at the blonde before shoved the device inside one of the bags. "I told you, no cellphone tonight."
"We're doctors. It possibly is Alex asking..." The blonde pouted, watching her friend pushed the bags on the table further away from them.
"You're off the clock. Especially you're on your marital holiday. Alex knows better to brother other doctors who are at work." Teddy smirked.
"Can I at least just check the message? I just want to see how Callie is doing." Arizona twisted her lips whining at the Cardio surgeon. She was bored. Baseball was a bad idea. None of them was athlete and no one really interested in picking up the bat. So instead, they just sat by the table watching April swinging the bat like a fool with Lexie next to her.
"Yeah yeah yeah, it was Callie telling you that she wishes you were there." Bailey snickered behind her beer bottle. She was sitting on the cooler next to the two blondes. "You can check that later. Tonight, you're Callie free."
"I don't need a Callie free night." The blonde laughed out. "I am going to spend the rest of our lives together, remember?"
"Right. You and Callie, and little Sofia. She's getting cuter everyday." Patting her friend's knee, Teddy said with a proud smile. "I can't believe you actually pulled it off, Arizona Robbins."
"Yeah, remember the time I busted you with that nurse in a supply closet?" The General surgeon cut in. "Who would have thought that the pretty blonde doctor who had slept with half of the female nurses in the hospital, becoming someone's wife, someone's mother?"
"How can I forget that?" Arizona stretched her hand clinking her beer bottle with Bailey's. "You dragged me out of the room and gave me a little speech about true love. And 2 weeks later, Callie arrived in town."
The three friends walked down the memory lane with laughter, and the chatter stopped when Lexie staggered toward them.
"How do you know Callie is your true love?" The young resident flopped down on the grass with the beer bottle grabbed tightly in her hand. "I mean, how do you know she is the one that you want to spend your life with, having children with?"
"Hmm... how much do you have, little Grey?" Bailey scrunched at her resident, who was seemingly drunk.
"Just two." Lexie shrugged a shoulder looking at the one in her hand. "Or three. But I haven't had eaten all day."
"She's always been a light weight." Arizona explained for the resident. "What were you asking?"
"I was saying... what was I saying?" Lexie scratched the back of her head with a silly smile. "Oh, right. I want to know, how do you know Callie is the one that you want to marry? How do you know you want to have children with her? How do you know you want to be Sofia's mother? I mean, she isn't your daughter..."
"Whoa, you have a lot of questions." The Peds surgeon opened her palm stopping the drunken girl from talking further more. "First of all, Sofia is my daughter. She wasn't coming from my body but I am her mother."
"I don't mean to offend you..." The young brunette stuttered out. The beer had washed away the filter in her brain.
"I know. I just want to make it clear." Arizona gave the girl a firm nod. She knew Lexie didn't mean to demean her importance in Sofia's life. A dreamy smile showed on her face as she continued. "And for your other questions... I just know. I love her. Simple as that."
"Simple as that." Lexie's eyes dulled and gazed at the attending blankly. "How? I mean, I love Mark. I am in love with him but..."
"Oh, not that again." Teddy sighed into her beer. This party blew, she knew it. And Lexie moaning for an hour about her breakup with Mark wasn't helping at all.
"Teddy!" Arizona slapped the taller blonde's shoulder subtly. She turned to the devastated girl once again. "Lexie, he wants to have children and you don't. You can't force yourself to give into a relationship wholly when you don't want the same thing."
"I want children. I want to have his children but I just need a little more time..." Lexie ran her hands through her hair and sighed.
"Yeah, when a man says babies or breakup, that's not the kind of man you want to stick with." Bailey shrugged a shoulder throwing in her two cents. "My husband... ex-husband complained that I spent too much time at work so I gave him a son as he requested. See how it turned out? He still complained and divorced me."
"But you love your kid, right?" Arizona asked.
"Of course I love my son. I'm not a monster." The short woman sneered at her colleague. "I had him when I was still a resident. To be honest, it was exhausted to take care of a baby after a 16 hours shift. But seeing the goofy smile on his face when he saw me arriving home, or the silly things he did... I wouldn't change it for the world."
"Right, you had Tuck when you were a resident..." Lexie turned her attention to the doctor that she always admired. "How did you do that?"
"You just do it. There is no good time to have kids. They take all your time, all your focus, all your patience... But if you're waiting for the perfect time to have kids, you're never going to have kids." Bailey took another swig of her beer. "Not to lie about it, I had Tucker doing most of the jobs in the beginning."
"I think that's important to have someone by your side." Arizona nodded her agreement. "I mean, Callie is also a resident and she is not able to spend as much time with Sofia as I do. I don't mind taking care of our daughter at night when Callie's at work, or needing her sleep."
Suddenly, Cristina and Meredith jumped up from their sitting place far in the corner, running toward the others with the phones in their hands.
"Hey, why no one is answering their phones?" Cristina yelled. "Owen called. There's a shooter in the strip club!"
Callie looked around whilst settling down on the couch with Mark. She had never imagined herself in a private room of a strip club, with a stripper.
"Misty, you don't have to... umm... you don't have to do this." The brunette gestured at the pole in the middle of the room where the girl was strutting around after turned up the music. "We're here so your father couldn't find you, and maybe we can talk. You don't have to dance."
"I have to." Leaning towards the pole with her butt slightly out, Misty jerked her head to the upper corner subtly. "There's a camera. They'll see it if I don't dance."
"There's a camera in the room?" Mark's eyes widened. "You mean someone's looking? When I... you know... when I..."
"When you rip it out? Oh yeah, they always do." The young girl laughed out.
"Eww... Mark!" Callie screwed up her face and moved a few feet away from her friend.
"That's what the private rooms are for." The man shifted uncomfortably on the couch. His face went paler thinking about how many footages of him groping the strippers were out there in some guy's computers.
"God! Men are disgusting!" The brunette just rolled her eyes and heaved a sigh. She was glad that she was going to spend the rest of her life with a loving woman.
"Tell me about it." Misty smiled. She rocked her hips from side to side, swinging her behind down toward the floor as she swayed.
"Seriously, Misty. I don't need you to dance for me." Callie rubbed her forehead with the back of her hand. "I just want to... tell me what I can do to help you?"
"Help me hiding from my father is good enough." The girl winked with a grateful smile while wrapped a leg around the pole then bending backward.
"No, it's not. You can't hide from him forever, especially not in a strip club." Tanned hand waved around the tacky room. "How old are you?"
"I'm 17." Misty mumbled under her breath with her head away from the security camera. It said she was 22 on her fake ID.
"17?! You should be in school. You shouldn't even been in here!" Callie exclaimed.
"I know. It just... the money is good, you know?" Gyrating her hips, Misty slid down the pole answering casually. "I'm on my own. Waiting table doesn't make enough."
"You don't have to be on your own." The brunette shook her head, scarcely noticing to the sexy moves that the girl was performing for her. "There are organizations out there helping kids like you."
"I think there are a couple of LGBT centers around town." Mark picked up his phone starting to poke around. "I can look it up for you."
"I don't need that. I'm doing fine." Slowly pushing her hips back and raising her body up, the girl tilted her chin up. "I don't need their help."
"Misty, you're not doing fine. This shouldn't be your life." Callie pushed it. "And there is no shame for getting help from someone that can actually help you. I ran away with my family too. And I wouldn't make it without the helps from my friends."
"You ran away too?" Misty stopped her movement and her posture softened.
"I did." The brunette leaned forward, glad that she had the attention from the girl and about to share her story. They were all startled when the door burst open suddenly.
"Pa?!" Misty swiveled around, momentarily stepping back seeing who was at the door.
"Mabel! Look at you! Dress up like a fucking whore!" The angry man lunged at his daughter with a hand holding high. Before anyone knew how to react, he fetched the poor girl a terrific slap in the face that sent her onto the floor.
"Hey! This is a private room! Misty doesn't want to see you! You have to leave!" Mark shot up from the couch inserting himself between the father and daughter. Everything happened so far that he didn't notice what was holding in the man's other hand until a gun was pointed at his chest.
"That is my daughter and her name is Mabel! You dirty pig!" Bloodshot eyes didn't even blink when he pulled the trigger.
Arizona jumped out of the car as soon as it stopped. She charged into the small crowd gathered on the street with one mission in her mind. She had to get to Callie. But her path was stopped by a police blockade line.
"Ma'am, you have to step back." A police held up a hand to stop the blonde from crossing the line.
"Officer, my fiancée is inside. I have to..." Arizona waved her hand, fresh tears rolling down her already drenched cheeks. "I have to..."
"Ma'am, the shooter is still in there. The SWAT team just went in and they are going to take care of it. But before they clear the place, no one is allowed to get inside." The police explained.
"But... but..." The blonde was shivering with fear. The shooter was still inside and Callie wasn't answering her phone...
The rest of the girls caught up with her and Teddy wrapped a protective arm around her best friend before the poor woman collapsed.
"Derek and Owen are over there." Meredith waved at the other side of the blockade, the two men moved passed the crowd to get to their side.
"What's going on?" Lexie asked eagerly, clinging onto the arm of her sister.
"Mark sent us a text saying that they have moved to the private room." Derek waved the phone in his hand. "And when we arrived, the police have always lockdown the place. I think they're still in there."
"Private room? What are they doing in a private room?" Bailey asked.
"I don't know. The police said a man was arguing with the bouncer by the front door. It seemed that he was looking for his daughter. And he took down the bouncer to get inside." Owen pointed to a small crowd of police by the ambulance. "One of the stripper got out. She said the man has shot a couple guys in the main lobby. So maybe it's a good thing that Mark and Callie are not there."
"No! This is not a good thing! They are not supposed to be in there in the first place!" The crying blonde glared at the two men before looking back at the lockdown strip club. "Callie should be at home with me, preparing for our flight to LA tomorrow. Oh god..."
No one dared to say anything. They all fixated at the door of the strip club, praying that this madness would end soon and their friends would walk out unharmed.
A gasp left Arizona's lips when the SWAT team carried an unconscious man out of the door, and another. She could see those were not the ones that she was looking for but her feet carried her toward the team nevertheless. And the rest of doctors ran along.
"There are a few more inside." The group overheard the conversation between the SWAT team and the EMT. "We'll get them out but you should get these guys to the hospital first."
"Take them to SGMW. I'll get the trauma rooms ready." Derek pushed past the people, following one of the victims got into the ambulance. And Owen was already taken off with the other one.
"I think we should go back to the hospital. They are gonna need some extra hands." Cristina looked between the doctors, and Bailey was already heading toward their cars.
"I..." Teddy glanced at the PEDS surgeon who was still staring at the strip club. She couldn't leave her best friend. "I'm staying here with Arizona. Yang, can you holding it?"
"No problem." The Cardio fellow couldn't be happier. "Mer, you coming?"
"I..." Meredith hesitated. She wanted to be a good sister for Lexie but as a surgeon, gunshot victims from a massive shooting were quite tempting.
"Go." April who was standing on the other side of Little Grey nodded to the General surgeon fellow. She put her hands on Lexie's shoulders as she said. "I'll take care of her. You go save those people."
"Thanks April, I owe you. And Lexie, call me, okay?" Meredith kissed her sister's temple before taking off with her twisted sister and the head of her department.
Arizona was oblivious to anything that was happening around her. She just prayed and prayed over in her head, hoping her fiancée would walk out of that damn door in the next second. Or answering her calls.
"She'll be okay, Arizona." Teddy hugged her friend tighter.
"She doesn't answer her phone." The blonde broke down, sobbing in her friend's shoulder.
Callie could hear her phone was ringing like crazy in Mark's jacket, but she couldn't go get it.
After Mark dropped on the floor, the angry father turned his attention to his daughter. And the brunette took the change to crawl toward her best friend.
"Oh god oh god..." Callie hovered above the man. She had dealt with trauma patients of course, but when it was your best friend bleeding in front of you, all the training you had just thrown out of the window. "You're bleeding, Mark. He shot you in the chest."
"Son of a bitch..." Mark gritted his teeth with eyes squeezed tight. He had never felt this pain before. "He shot me!"
"Yes... yes... shh..." The brunette put her hand over Mark's mouth as she turned her head around looking at the shooter. Luckily, the gunman was busy kicking his own daughter to care about the man he just shot.
"Pa! Pa! Please stop! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Please stop!" Misty, aka Mabel was curling on the floor, kick after kick landed on her as she begging with bellows.
"You're sorry? You're sorry, huh? Were you sorry when you kissed that cunt?!" The father roared. "Were you sorry when you ran away from home and became this fucking slut?!"
Callie winced seeing the vicious and cruel whacks that the man was putting on his own flesh and blood. But she couldn't do anything because the bleeding man starting to laugh out loud between the groans of pain.
"Mark, stop laughing... please stop laughing." Callie pleaded. She didn't know what else to do except pressing hard on the wound and begging the man to stay calm.
"I... I've always forgotten that they are someone else daughters..." Mark chuckling with his face screwed up. He was in a great deal of pain, but in the same time, he couldn't help to think of the irony. "You and Derek and... Blondie... always said that I don't treat the girls properly. God, it hurt... And now, I'm gonna die... by the hand of a father... of a girl..."
"You think it's funny! Huh?!" The gunman was infuriated by the laugh coming from the other side of the room. He turned away from his daughter and strode to the two on the floor, raising his leg and stamping on Callie's side that sent the brunette crashing onto the injured man.
"Ugh!" Callie felt a sharp pain in her ribs but she didn't have time to check her own injury. Without thinking, she hugged the angry man's leg before it connected to her friend. Another sharp pain in her head made her losing the gripe and flew backward. The gun holding hand clouted her right on the side of her head.
"You want a bullet, huh?! You want a fucking bullet? I'll give you a fucking bullet!" The man raised his gun pointing at the brunette. Pain filling brown eyes stared at the gunman with fear.
"Police!" A shout coming from the other side of the door startled the man. "Drop your weapon and come out of the door! Now!"
"Go... go away before I kill everyone!" The gunman shouted back. His expression changed. For the first time, he realized what he had done. Holding his head with both hands, he leaned against the wall and his widened eyes flicked between the persons on the floor.
"Mr...?" Wiping the blood away from her face, Callie picked up her courage asking between ragged breaths.
"Clark. Gary Clark." The man answered with a glare.
"Mr. Clark, the police is here, there's no way you can get away from this..." The brunette swallowed thickly. She didn't know how to negotiate with a gunman but she needed to try. "Please let us go before it's too late."
"It's too late. I've shot all those people outside." Gary took a deep breath. He gazed landing on the young girl who was squirming on the floor and his face hardened again. "I just wanted to take this fucking bitch home! I wouldn't shoot all those people if not for her!"
Another wave of anger rolled back in his chest, Gary stepped closer to his daughter and dragged her up by the hair.
"You ungrateful bitch! I raised you! I fed you! And you repaid me by turning into a fucking dyke! You repaid me by coming here to be a fucking whore!" The man yelled at the shaking girl, practically foaming at his mouth.
"Papa, please don't!" Misty screamed with tears pouring out of her eyes. Her whole body hurt and was scared for another blow. Instantly, Callie called out.
"Mr. Clark, please stop." The brunette tried to stand up but she grew dizzy and flopped back down. "It... it isn't her fault."
"Not her fault?" The father shoved his daughter back on the floor heavily made the girl groaned. He turned his stare back to the stranger. "You think it is my fault? You think this is my fucking fault that she is going to burn in hell?!"
"All she needs is a little understanding." Call said quickly. "She made a mistake. She shouldn't run away from home. I can see that you care about her..."
"She is my fucking daughter!" The man pulled his leg back and kicked hard at his daughter's abdomen. The poor girl couldn't take it anymore and her body went limp.
"Mr. Clark..." Callie winced inwardly. She could be next. In a split second, the faces of the 2 most important persons in her life flashed in her mind. "I... I have a daughter. I know how you feel. You want the best for her."
"Of course I want the best for her!" The father said between grit teeth. "She's supposed to marry a man! Be a wife! Be normal!"
"You love her. I know how you feel because I love my daughter, too." The brunette wetted her lips. "Misty... Mabel doesn't mean to hurt you. Believe me because I am a daughter, too. I too did something that upset my father but no children would deliberately hurt their parents. Mabel just..."
"What have you done?" Gary asked, glaring at the woman. "You said you did something upset your father. What have you done?"
"I..." Callie took a sharp intake of air. She shouldn't have mentioned that. "I had a disagreement with him and I... I ran away from home."
"About what?" The man asked again.
"We... it's water under the bridge, Mr. Clark. I made peace with my father. And he is going to walk me down the aisle... in 3 days." The brunette's heart skipped a beat. Her wedding. She looked between the man holding a gun, the girl lying on the floor and her best friend bleeding from his chest, she suddenly fear that she couldn't make it to her own wedding. "Mr. Clark, don't you want to see your daughter getting married someday? Mabel needs to go to the hospital. Please, let us take her to the hospital before it's too late."
"Is he?" Gary's resolution had begun to stagger. He pointed to the groaning man lying next to the brunette. "Is he the man that you're going to marry?"
"No, he is my best friend." Callie put her hand on Mark's leg and her heart ached watching the man. His chest was drenched with blood and the color of his face didn't look good. "He is my best friend that throwing me a bachelorette in here."
"A bachelorette party at a strip club." The gunman scoffed. "And your fiancé is okay with that?"
"No, she is not." Callie smiled bitterly. She didn't notice her slip of tongue.
"She?" Gary glared at the woman fiercely. His jaw clenched, and so did his gun holding hand.
"I..." Brown eyes widened with a horrible fear.
"You are one of them!" Gray's hand rose up quickly pointing at the brunette. "You too are a fucking dyke!"
"Please don't!" Callie exclaimed...
"Bang!" "Bang!"
Arizona's heart almost jumped out of her chest seeing the paramedics ran into the strip club with stretchers. It only meant more wounded victims were inside and Callie hadn't come out of there yet...
The first one wheeled out of the door, both her and Lexie gasped simultaneously. That was Mark, lying on the stretcher lifelessly. Little Grey shook off April's hands on her shoulders and ran toward the man. The police let her pass the blockade because from the tear drenched face, they have no doubt that this woman was related to this injured man.
"Mark! Mark!" Lexie leaned forward and her tears falling freely on the unconscious man's face. "Please don't die. I love you, Mark. Please don't die."
"Dr. Grey," The paramedic recognized the doctors from Seattle Grace. "Dr. Sloan has a GSW to the chest. We need to get him to the hospital now."
"I'll come with you." The crying woman sobbed out without taking her eyes off of the colorless face.
"Matthew," Arizona walked haltingly toward the paramedic with Teddy holding her up. "Have you seen Callie? Have you seen Dr. Torres?"
"Dr. Torres also has a GSW." The man looked at the blonde with sympathy. He knew the couple. Everyone knew the loving couple in Seattle Grace hospital. "She's coming out right now. I am so sorry, Dr. Robbins."
Arizona turned her head back to the door of the strip club. She almost dropped down on the ground seeing it was her fiancée being wheeled out.
Blue eyes opened slowly. She was disoriented. The only feeling she had was pain.
"Ma'am, can you hear me?" Someone was talking to her. She tried to turn her head to the voice but she was restrained by the hands on her neck. Next she knew, a cervical collar was wrapped around her neck. "We have to stabilize your neck, please stay still. What is your name, ma'am."
"Murphy. Leah Murphy." Leah breathed out. Her chest was heavy and she could feel the bloody taste in her mouth. "What happened?"
"Your car crashed into a tree." The paramedic answered whilst he and his partner carefully placed the girl on the stretcher. Leah took a last glance at her car when they wheeled her away. The car was totally wrecked.
"Take me... Take me to Seattle Grace." Leah used her last energy saying to the paramedic before she lost consciousness. She needed to go back to Seattle Grace hospital. She needed her former colleagues to see what they had done to her.
"She wants to go to Seattle Grace." The man yelled to his colleague in the front of the ambulance.
"We can't." The second paramedic answered after talked into the radio. "Seattle Grace is closed for trauma. There's a massive shooting downtown and they have taken everyone in. Their capacity is full."
"Where are we going then?" The man checked Leah's pupils and shook his head. "Blunt-force trauma to the chest and abdomen, scalp lac, multiple fractures... We don't have a lot of time."
"Seattle Presbyterian is grade 1 but it's about 30 minutes away." The other paramedic started the car after received the instruction from the radio. "Dillard is the nearest."