It's pretty late here so I'll try to write as much as I can before I get tired, because I know you guys are going through a Japril withdrawal ;) It may not be that long but hopefully it'll hold you over for the night. As I said, this one should focus more on April's side of things. Quick info, part of the story in this chapter is stolen from Grey's but for my purposes Bailey isn't giving birth. Enjoy!
They stop what they're doing and come to their senses around half past four, after his hand's slipped under her top and she's pulled his shirt over his body. They don't say much, instead just brush it off and sort out their dishevelled clothes.
April moves away from him and immediately stares down at the floor, her forehead creasing as she's wonders what she was doing.
It was as though her mind had told her 'no' but her body hadn't listened and had decided to kiss him back.
Well, kiss was an understatement. She's not sure how far she could have gone, or would have, but she's pretty sure that if he touches her like that again, she won't be a virgin for much longer.
And that's a bad thing.
Because she still wants to be. She wants to wait until she's married. She doesn't want to lose herself to some guy that she barely even knows because she feels this insanely hot connection with him and because his touch makes her skin burn, in a completely thrilling and spine-chilling way.
Maybe she should have gone to church more, then she wouldn't be thinking of getting naked and letting him take advantage of her.
Maybe she should have listened to her mother more when she told her that boys only wanted one thing, and that she shouldn't give it to them.
Maybe she should have took note when her high school celibacy club told her to wait until marriage, because all she wanted right now was him, this guy that she was nowhere near close to marrying.
Besides, what if she ends up marrying some idiot? Or, some jerk? Or, some lazy guy that's gonna turn fat when he gets fired from his job? Or, the average looking guy who's going to turn uglier as he gets older? What if they have ugly children? What if they can't even have good sex?
She mentally kicks herself for sounding like such a superficial, snotty and arrogant bitch. She's never been a rude person, she's never told someone that they weren't attractive. She's never called anybody overweight. She's never been a rude person.
But is it really such a bad thing for her to want him?
He's funny and smart, and even a blind person could tell that he was attractive. She thinks that maybe it's his green-blue eyes that do it, that pull her in. Or, maybe it's his voice. His low voice that gets all husky when he whispers. Or, maybe it's just him in general. The look, with the voice, with the personality.
Because to her, he seems pretty perfect.
She snaps herself out of it when he touches her shoulder and holds out her jacket. His grins down at her and she's back to blushing again, that peachy pink tint rising to her cheeks.
April shakes her head with a grateful smile before glancing down at her legs, "I should, uh- Put some pants on."
Jackson looks down at her legs and notices her short shorts and he chuckles, "Yeah, that might.. be a good idea."
She quickly hurries to her room, taking her jacket with her on her travel.
Once she enters her room, she slams the door behind her and collapses against it on the floor. She covers her face with her hands and lets out a groan, a few tears trailing down her face. She holds back a sob and sighs a deep breath, trying to keep herself together.
She's such an idiot to be thinking like that, she tells herself. She shouldn't even be questioning her up-bringing. She shouldn't even be doubting her beliefs.
She's always told herself that she was strong, that she didn't need other people's acceptance to feel comfortable.
And yet, here she is, betraying her morals and thinking about hooking up with some guy that she's only just calling a friend because he, what, makes her feel alive? Makes her feel good?
It's stupid, she thinks, to even be asking herself that question. It doesn't matter if he wants her, or if she wants him. It doesn't matter if she wants him to touch every inch of her body because she wants to know what it'll feel like.
It doesn't matter because she's going to wait. She's going to wait until marriage, because that's what she's always told herself.
And he's not going to change that.
"Incoming trauma. Thirty-four year old male fell from the top of his house while cleaning the room. Landed on metal fencing."
Dr. Bailey gently lifts the patient's side and eyes the clear wound as they wheel him over onto a bed in the E.R.
She snaps her fingers at the two interns for them to hold up his side as she takes care of the deep cut. "Kepner, page Neuro." Dr. Bailey squints as she takes in the sight of a sharp piece of metal digging into the patient's spine.
April quickly pages Dr. Shepherd and grabs the chart.
Her pager buzzes back and she frowns at the code. She doesn't recognize the page, "Dr. Bailey, what's a Code Black?"
The older doctor lifts her head and her eyes widen as he own pager goes off, "You're sure that's what it said?" She asks, picking up her own beeper to check the code. She swallows a breath and eyes Kepner seriously. "I'm going to get Mr. Smith here cleaned up the best that I can and then I'm going to go get someone from Neuro. You stay here in the pit and watch for incoming traumas. If they aren't bleeding out and dying, you send them to Seattle Pres. You understand me?" She sounds much more serious so April can only nod her head nervously, an evident frown still clear on her face.
It's only when a man in a black vest walks by that she understands the gravity of the situation.
Bomb squad.
"Is that-"
"Bleeding and dying."
She nods again, slipping her hands into the pockets of her coat anxiously. Bailey looks around the trays, "Okay, can you get me some pads?" April quickly pulls out the gauze pads and them over to her resident for the week, her fingers slightly shaking.
Dr. Webber walks by in a hurry and Bailey calls out to him, "Chief! Is there an OR available?"
"I'm sorry, Bailey. I'm busy."
"Chief!"
Richard Webber takes a deep breath and quickly speaks before leaving, "Nobody is getting on the OR floor, apart from the Bomb Squad. You're gonna have to work something else out, Bailey."
Bailey applies slight pressure to the wound and sighs, "We need an OR."
April doesn't catch her words, instead just focuses on the Bomb Squad members walking around the hospital holding up some sort of map. She fidgets and Bailey slaps her away on the arm, "You can't do this, Kepner. Find Karev!"
She suddenly springs back into action and pages Alex to the ER. She goes on the hunt for him, checking each and every on-call room to make sure that he's not hooking up with some skank before she reaches Peds and spots him checking up on an incubator. "Where's your pager?! I paged you!"
He frowns and shrugs her off, "I lost it, what's the big deal?" He's not exactly her biggest fan but if Jackson's going to be her friend, or at the very least try to be, he's got to play along. He's never been one to make friends with goody-two shoes farm girls, and she's no exception.
"Bailey needs you down in the pit. She needs to operate but we can't use the OR's." Alex glances up at her for only a second before he rushes off down the hall, "I'll look for your pager!" She calls out to him and he waves out behind him.
She shakes her head with a small sigh, "Idiot."
April only then reminds herself of where Jackson is.
Shit.
He quietly walks across the catwalk, his hands stuffed into his pockets.
He only just notices the incredible silence on the floor until someone grabs his shoulder from behind and pulls him away, "Sorry, kid. You're gonna have to go back into the main lobby. We're evacuating this floor."
Jackson slowly nods, frowning until he spots the man's uniform. "Uh, yeah. Okay." He backs away and heads down the stairs until he reaches the ground floor, stopping at the base of the stairs. He stands still for a moment, watching the nurses and residents rush around like there's some sort of apocalypse coming into town.
He thinks that maybe it's just a safety measure, that they're just doing some sort of drill or something. That is until Cristina approaches him silently and sits down on the stairs. She drops her head in her hands and softly yells.
Jackson stares at her for a second before finally wondering what was wrong with her, "What's up with you?"
Cristina looks up, her expression blank, "The bomb. It's- Meredith is in the room with the bomb." She almost sobs but he knows that she's not one for crying.
He goes to speak but someone taps him on the shoulder and he turns around to find April wrapping her arms around his waist.
"I barely know you." She starts, staring up at him, "But I knew you were in surgery and I thought- I don't know." She softly smiles and bites her lip as she pulls away from him. "I just- I knew you were in surgery and I didn't want anything to happen to you. And I don't even know you that well, like I said, but I wanted you- needed you- to be okay." She tells him honestly, her voice slightly trembling.
Jackson watches her face as she breathes out and folds her arms over her chest. He's not sure what to say to her, especially after their impromptu make-out session early that morning, so he just smiles and wraps an arm around her shoulders, pulling her to him and cradling her head against his chest. "Thank you. I mean, I'm not exactly sure what's happening but- You know, thank you for worrying about me."
She smiles against him and he tells himself that he sounds like such an ass, but he doesn't know what else to say. He kind of wants to lean down and kiss her again but he figures that it's not really the right time. Especially because they're surrounded by a bunch of people and Cristina, who he's sure would run and tell Alex, just to humour herself as usual.
"What do we do now?" She asks him, and he's undecided if she's asking about the whole bomb thing or about their whole thing.
He shakes his head and licks his lips, "I honestly have no idea."
He figures that it's a good answer for both questions.