Yaaaaaayy! Another update, I'm so proud of myself! Oh, and guys, sorry for the AMAZING amount of typos that I tend to have in my updates! . I'm not too good at double checking them and whatnot, so they end up really crappy and all, you know? Well, sorry anyways, I hope that you can still read all of it! Lol
Meredith's day in the pit continued to drag along slowly. Fifty pound weights pulled on the day even harder, making the seconds that she waited for ambulances felt like years by themselves. Even Dr Bailey,Dr. Bailey was leaning against the walls, eyes closed, on the verge on sleep. Alex Karev took this chance to slip away and talk to a beautiful young lady who had lost her way. Meredith was the only one awake, standing tall and alert, waiting for the coming ambulance that had surely hit traffic. She crossed her arms, rolling her eyes as she glanced back at her flirting colleague. Pulling into the hostital, the ambulance's sirens tuned off, and Bailey awoke, rushing to meet it with Meredith following at her heels. The doors swung open, another ambulance pulling in at the same time.
A young male paramedic stepped out of the truck, and began helping the two take the patient out of the back as he spoke to the two doctors, "Jose Ramirez, 9, was hit my a speeding car while riding his bike across the street, the driver presumably drunk. He was lauched into the nearby neighbors tree. . ." As they pulled the young boy out of the car, Bailey and Meredith were absolutely stunned by what they saw. A young boy sitting on a gourney with a tree branch straight through his stomach, still concious, and crying, grasping and clawing at his oxygen mask in attempt to get it off. "Mommma!" He cried inbetween his slow sobs.
"We have been trying to calm him down, give him sedatives, but nothing has been working," The young paramedic explained, "He has been at it since we found him.
"My God," Dr. Bailey said under her breath, "Umm, Doct-doctor Grey, take him. . . just go! Prep him for surgery, and do it quick! He's bleeding everywhere!" Meredith quickly nodded in agreement, taking up her professional tone and attitude, she commanded that the paramedics follow her into the hospital, explainng that she was in charge and would be caring for the young boy.
Alex rushed out quickly to the ambulances, "You gave Grey the case?" He asked, a cocky and angry tone to his voice, "She just got here! I --".
"Shut up Karev! You take responsibility and keep your small dick in your pants, and you might actually be liked and respected around here! I'm tired of your slacking and complaining," Bailed continued, now picking up her pace as she rran along side the driver of the car into the hospital, "Your banned from surgeries today, you've been getting on my nerves way too much lately!" She finished as she dissapeared into the corridors of Seattle Grace. He only glared angrily at her, before tuning and continuing his work in the pit.
Meredith rushed down the hall without Jose. She had been told that she had to get the boy x-rays, and now she was on her way to pick them up, when she ran into Izzie. "Oh, Dr. Grey!" She rushed over to her, Meredith exasperated. "Izzie," She began in between breaths, she had ran every which way in the hospital since the boy was emitted, "Please, could you go pick up results for patient Jose Ramirez?" Izzie looked questioningly at her for only a moment before taking off at a fast pace to retrieve the results. Her surgery with Dr. Schaffer had been canceled anyways, she may as well get in on another, right?
She ran once more back to Jose's room. He was still crying, with no way to calm him down. "Where is the mother?" Meredith asked desperately.
"We called, but here was no answer at the house," A nurse explained, "And we can't get anymore phone numbers out of him."
Meredith decided that she had to take this into her own hands. She rushed to the crying boys side, taking his hands in one of hers, stroking his hair with the other. "Ssshhhh, Jose, it's going to be alright," she tried to sooth him.
"My, my, my, my momma!" He cried out again, grasping her hand with both of his.
"Ssshhh," she calmed once more, "Jose, everything is going to be alright, my name is Dr. Meredith Grey, you can call me Meredith. . ." she began, now checking his pressure, as well as pupil dialation again, "Or Dr. Grey, or just Grey if you like. Merri is nice, or, you know what? Whats your favorite color?" Her voice ws calm and motherly as she began to stroke his hair again.
"I --" he sniffed, his crying dying down a bit, "I don't know, I, I, I like blue, and green."
"Well then, you can call me Dr. Blue or green instead of Grey, how about that? Or you can call me lady, or absolutely anything you want." She was getting desperate, anything to keep the child from having an anxiety attack along with his other extensive injuries. He nodded his head in return, only slightly though, his sobs now only two small rivers running down his cheeks. She wiped them away politely, smiling at him. "Ok."
As Izzie turned the corner, reaching Jose's room, she found a tall man blocking the doorway. He was leaning on the doorframe, and as Izzie glanced inside the room, she realized that she was admiring Meredith, or so it appeared. "Dr. Schaffer?" She asked, interrupting his thoughts.
Standing up straight, he turned to see Izzie, who was giving him a questioning look, "Dr. Stevens," he nodded, acknowledging her, before looking back into the room at Meredith, and then back again at Izzie, "WHat are you doing here?"
"Well," She shifted, both her eyes and body. He was amazingly gorgeous, which made it hard for her to look at him without drooling. "Dr. Grey had asked me to pick up Jose's x-rays, they need them before they start the surgery, to see where they will have to operate."
"Dr. Grey?" He questioned, a smile almost illuminating his face. He knew exactly who she was speaking of.
"Yes," she said, unable to take his peircing green eyes anymore, she stepped into the room, handing the x-ray's to Meredith.
"Jose," Meredith began slowly and softly, taking her hand off of his head and placing them on the x-ray's, "I have to go for just a little bit, ok? I need to check your x-ray's and then i'll come right back, I promise."
"No! Please Dr. Green! Don't!" Tears began to well back in his eyes, "Please don't leave like everyone else!" He pleaded, grasping her hand with the rest of the energy he had left.
She didn't know what to think, what the boy was trying to say. Maybe he was trying to tell her something deeper, or maybe she was just looking too deeply into it. "Don't worry, Dr. Grey," Dr. Shaffer chimed in as he stepped next to her and Izzie, taking the papers into his hand, "I'm the one preforming the surgery, I'll take a look at them." She thanked him with a nod, without really noticing his prescence, her eyes had yet to be taken off of the young boy. Now taking a seat on the bed next to him, she soothed Jose, this time with comforing, embarassing stories about how she got hurt when she was a child. These stories ammused Dr. Schaffer, he was getting to know her without actually getting to know her, and he loved it. Most of the stories she told were silly, or just plain comical. Jose laughed with her, which made her happy as they began to push him into an empty OR. They were greeted by Dr. Burke, who smiled at Meredith. Looking up, she smiled back quickly bofore immediately turning her attention back to Jose. She stood next to him, doctors had already filled he room, as they pulled out "the happy gas."
Jose refused, "I'm scared Dr. Green," He protested.
"Don't be," She stroked his hair as she did before, "Everything will be alright, I promise," and with that, she smailed sweetly.
"But, but everyone else, when everyone else came in, they never came back out," He said sadly, bowing his head.
"Jose," She lifted his head, "Everything will be alright. I will be here the entire time, and nothing can happen to you while I'm here."
"The entire time?"
"The entire time."
"Promise?"
"I promise," she held out her pinky finger as he placed his own in hers.
"Ok."
"Ok."
Dr. Burke and Dr. Schaffer continued to stare and smile gently at Meredith. She was handling everything perfectly. Placing the mask on the young boy face, Meredith asked comforitngly, "How high can you count?" And with that, he began to count for her, not even getting to fiive before he was well asleep on the operating table.
Yaay! Done!