Author's Notes: I'm going to try to post often, but probably not this often. I will try my best to update fast :)
Please overlook anything wrong with the medical side of this story. I am so not a medical professional and truth be told I almost failed Biology.
Disclaimer: If I had any control over Grey's Anatomy we would have had at least one Jolex bed scene….
Izzie Stevens sat at the nurses' station finishing her last notes of the day. And what a day it had been. All day she had been called to emergency after emergency to handle crisis after crisis. She was looking forward to lounging on her couch with something loaded in sugar. Her cell chimed with a new message from her quasi-boyfriend Matt asking what time she wanted to meet up. She sighed in frustration and inwardly rolled her eyes. Matt was a decent guy, some may even describe him as a perfect guy.
But Izzie had experienced great love before and this just wasn't it. She knew something was missing with Matt. Damn her experienced heart.
She started to text him back, but was interrupted by a nurse, "Dr. Stevens, the ER is asking for some help on an incoming trauma."
"Tell them to page Daniels, he's on-call tonight. I'm off."
She began to gather her things as the nurse clarified, "Daniels is in the middle of surgery. They're asking for anyone to assist."
Izzie sighed before relenting, "Tell them I'm on my way." She quickly jogged down the stairs and entered the ER at the same time the paramedics burst through the doors.
"Josephine Wilson. Twenty-nine weeks gestation with no reported complications previously. Restrained front seat passenger in MVA. Brief loss of consciousness at the scene. Vitals stable in route, large head laceration, and obvious injury to the right wrist," the paramedic rattled off as Izzie walked with the gurney to the closest trauma room.
"My husband?" the pretty brunette asked.
Izzie glanced up to the paramedic who shook her head before answering, "The other team is still working to get him out honey. He's right behind you."
"Thank you," the patient said quietly.
Izzie watched as the paramedic squeezed the patient's uninjured hand and gave her a reassuring smile before backing out of the room.
Izzie began giving orders for tests and medications to the nurses and residents. "Mrs. Wilson, my name is Dr. Stevens. I am a Maternal-Fetal specialist. We are going to take good care of you and your baby. Now can you tell me if you are you having any pain or contractions?" she asked as she prepared the ultrasound machine.
"Jo. And no, nothing."
Izzie gave a quick friendly smile, "Is this your first baby Jo?"
Izzie watched as her patient's eyes teared up, "Yes. Is everything okay?"
"I'm looking for any injuries now, but the heartbeat is good." Izzie said reassuringly as she turned the volume up on the machine and a steady heartbeat filled the room.
"Oh thank God," Jo murmured as she rubbed her head.
A redheaded nurse peeked into the room, "Dr. Stevens, we have a trauma coming in with a significant head injury. Neuro is wanting to steal a resident from you."
Jo raised off the table, "Alex?" she called worriedly.
Izzie took the younger woman by her shoulders and gently forced her back to the bed, "Jo, I need you to stay calm alright. This hospital has a first class neurosurgery program, your husband will be in very capable hands. But I need you to stay calm and let us help you right now okay?"
Jo slightly nodded her head and stared at the ceiling. Izzie's heart went out to the woman. She could tell in just a short amount of time that her patient was deeply in love with her husband. This is the kind of love she longed for and hoped to find again. "Is there anyone I can call for you? You're going to need some support."
Her patient shook her head quickly, "No. There's not really anyone to call. My husband is the only family I have."
Izzie looked into the woman's eyes, "People think they don't have anyone, but at times like these you need people. Even if you haven't gotten along for years or they're a hot mess, or you've pushed them away. Family comes running at times like this and you need someone."
Jo gave a sad smile, "I didn't mean I don't have anyone because of conflict, I mean I literally don't have any family. And I never have, at least not until I met Alex. We have close friends that are like family, but I don't want to call them until I know more about his condition."
Izzie nodded her head in understanding, "Jo, it looks like your little girl is doing just fine. There is a tiny bit of vaginal spotting but I feel it is most likely a very minor placental abruption. We'll monitor you closely and start steroids which will help mature her lungs in case we have to deliver early. In the meantime, we'll have someone stitch up the cut on your head and run further tests to make sure everything else is okay with you and have an orthopedic look at your wrist."
"Did you say girl?" Jo asked with wide eyes.
"Yeah girl. Did you...oh God you didn't know? I am so sorry, I just assumed you knew. I am so very, very sorry." Izzie rambled with her eyes wide in horror.
Jo rubbed her large baby bump, "It's alright Dr. Stevens, we were going to be surprised, but I sure could use some happy news today." Izzie then watched with concern as her patients eyes filled with tears, "It may be the only good thing I hear for a while."
"Hey, you have got to stay positive. Your husband is going to have a first class team working on him."
"His injuries are bad, there was so much blood. And he wasn't responsive. His breathing sounded gargled," a single tear ran down her cheek. "I can't lose him. I can't, he's all I have." At that moment, the room was filled with the slow melody of romantic music Izzie thought she recognized as John Legend. "Oh God, that's his phone calling mine. It's got to be the police, I'm listed as his in case of emergency contact. Can you get it? Tell them not to call his mother. Whatever they do they cannot call her, okay?" her patient rambled quickly, her heart rate increasing.
Izzie patted her patients arm, "Okay. We'll work it out. Okay? One thing at a time." At Jo's nod Izzie turned to the table against the wall and pulled the phone out of the plastic personal belongings bag. She let out a small gasp and her heart began flipping wildly inside her chest as she took in the picture of her patient wrapped in the arms of one Alex Karev.