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Ch 4 The Arrival

Mrs. P was anxious walking through the doors of Seattle Grace Hospital. She had heard of it before in professional circles, this facility housed one of the best surgical teams in the country which included Dr. Derek Shepard who she knew on a more competitive basis. He was also a widely renowned brain surgeon and it would be a pleasure to see him again. Veering slightly right, she made her way to the elevators to go up to the third floor. Following Wade's excellent and very precise directions, she knew exactly where she would find her daughter's room. After stepping into the elevator, and smiling to the pretty brunette doctor inside, she noticed the name Grey before turning to look at her other two children.

"Now, where are we?"

"In a hospital," said Tim.

"What does that mean to you two?"

"That we be on our best behavior," said Jim.

"Yes, but it's more than that," replied Mrs. P. "You two are not to touch anything medical: wheelchairs, gurneys, any kind of surgical or medical equipment. You are not to alter or otherwise disturb any type of monitoring machines. Jim, if you touch a heart monitor like you did with Mrs. Zalwinski two years ago, neither of you will so much as look at a wrench or other said tool until you graduate from your Doctorate. Do I make myself clear?"

"Six years without tools?" The boys asked, aghast.

"Yes. And there will be no going around your father on this one, do I make myself clear?"

"Yes mom, we understand," they quickly replied in unison.

"Tim that doesn't mean that you get a carte blanche to mess with the monitors either. And you are not to interfere with the doctors, do not get in their way."

"We will not manipulate any type of medical equipment be it hardware of software of any kind for the duration of our stay except with express permission and instructions to do so by medical personnel," said Tim who was sporting a serious face.

"Also, we will not stand in the way of any medical personnel for they are in the business of saving lives and do not have the time, resources or patience to handle our brand of chaos on this day." Jim continued in a solemn voice.

"Neither do any other type of person who contribute to the running of this hospital."

"Hoo-sha," agreed Jim.

"Good boys." Mrs. P broke out into a relieved smile.

At that point, the elevator doors opened to reveal a brightly lit hallway and Mrs. P lead the way to the right with an immediate left at the nurse's station. Making another left she continued to make her way down the hall until she spotted the number 334, exactly where Wade said it would be. She really would have to get him a thank you gift when she got home. The darling dear had made all of the arrangements for her and the boys to travel to Seattle for an indefinite stay, seeing as how no one knew how long Ron would have to stay in the hospital.

Mr. and Mrs. Stoppable had left Ron in the Possible's care when they had left for a relief trip with the Red Cross to South America. Strangely enough, even though no communication could get through the mountains surrounding the village where they were being housed, Ron had seen his parents four times since they had left while on missions with Kim. The world is weird that way. Even so, the Stoppables had signed over temporary custody and power of attorney for Ron over to the Possibles so that if anything did happen, they could sign any waivers to get him the care that he needed. And now, Mrs. P was thanking those above for their foresight.

So the only thing Mrs. P and the twins needed to do was pack a bag and grab necessary legal papers for Ron, and head to the airport. While en route, which was taking a lot less time than she had originally planned when traveling to Seattle, Wade had again contacted her with the reservation information at a hotel which was conveniently located down the block from Seattle Grace and since it was so close, there was no need for a rental car.

Mrs. P had convinced her husband that he should stay at work and finish up his project as quick as he could so that then he could come out later if it was necessary. From the other information that Wade had sent her, namely Kim's and Ron's medical charts, she knew that Kim would be alright after a possible surgery to her shoulder and several weeks of R&R and physical therapy. Ron was a little more touch and go, his injuries would be fine with proper care as long as any complications were caught quickly and then eradicated. And that was exactly what Mrs. P was going to make sure of on this trip. Checking into the hotel had taken all of twenty minutes since all they did was drop off their bags, and headed straight out the door and down the street to where her poor baby was hurt.

All of her internal musing went through her head in the three seconds it took to reach the door handle of room 334, and she did not notice the slight frown from behind as the brunette doctor from the elevator watched the trio enter the room. Even if she had noticed her, Mrs. P would not have cared much, she was in her doctor mode and it was an automatic reaction to look at her sleeping daughter's chart to determine what updates had been made in the last two hours. Looking over at the machines and monitors surrounding Kim's bed, she frowned as she took in the data given out by the vast array of screens.

"Can I help you ma'am?"

Mrs. P turned her head and finally noticed that the doctor from the elevator had followed them.

"Perhaps, are you assigned to this patient's case?" Mrs. P asked.

"Yes I am. My name is Dr. Meredith Grey. May I ask what you are doing with Miss Possible's chart? That information is confidential."

"I would like to talk to the nurses assigned to her please. I am to be informed of my daughter's treatment and what has been accomplished up to this point. Also, I will speak to the physician in charge of Ron Stoppable. I was under the impression that he would be sharing Kim's room with her."

Meredith did not know what to make of this woman. She had warned her kids not to touch medical equipment, or interfere with the people who run the hospital like a drill sergeant lecturing at boot camp only without the yelling, and now she was demanding to be informed of her patient's condition? And she knew about Ron being in the same room? She did not stop at the nurse's station to get any information, so how was she getting it? Wait, did she say daughter?

"Excuse me; did you say she is your daughter?"

"Yes. My name is Mrs. Dr. Possible. I'm Kim's mother."

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