"He was playing sport, he was tackled and he's definitely fractured his leg." The patient, Joe Cooper's Dad explains as we take him in to a trauma room. "He's not showing it, but he's in a lot of pain."

"Guys are like that." Bailey comments and two nurses help me to put him on the bed. Bailey begins to remove the cover over his leg to reveal a bone in his kneecap actually sticking out. "Oh my Gosh... somebody go and page Dr. Torres and Dr. Sloan immediately, Green, get the man some morphine." I had worked with Callie Torres a few times before and George had taken a special interest in her, but I didn't really know her very well. After I paged her, I helped Bailey with the morphine and Callie was here within a few minutes. Soon enough, Sloan had arrived too.

"Okay we're going to need to get an X ray and then take him to surgery as soon as we can." Callie states, taking off her gloves and throwing them in to the trash. "Bailey, can I have Alexa?"

"Actually, I'm not -"

"Yes, yes you can." Bailey agrees and I smile and nod at her and she knows that it is a thank you.

"Page me when you're heading to the OR." Sloan says and we take him to the lift to get him an X ray.

After we got the scans that we needed, Callie took Joe to an available OR to prepare for surgery and asked me to go and find Sloan and Bailey for surgery and on my way to the OR, I ran in to Alex and Burke.

"Nice work Green, your quick thinking may have just about saved this man's life." Burke congratulates and I nod.

"No problem, thank you." I smile and he continues to walk down the hallway. "Are you scrubbing in then?"

"We're just heading to the OR now... Are you?" He questions.

"Yeah. I have a sports player who fractured his leg and the bone is literally sticking out." I reply and he raises his eyebrows, nodding. "Good luck."

"You too..." I begin to walk towards the OR but he continues to talk to me. "Do you want to go to the bar after work? I mean, it's cool if not, but, we should hang out."

"Yeah, sure. I'll meet you there."

"Joe is fine, he's going to be alright. He sustained a pretty major injury and he has a cast so he won't be able to play sport for at least eight weeks, which I get will be difficult for somebody who plays sport. We're going to keep him in for forty eight hours to check on him and check that he's okay, that we didn't miss anything, but he should make a full recovery. But if you follow me, you can come and see him." I explain to Joe's parents, who begin following me to his room. "He's still under anaesthesia so he's not awake yet, but he will be soon. He'll be very tired though, so just keep advising him to rest."

"Thank you very much." Mr. Cooper acknowledges and I leave them with their son and walk past my mother's room, but she's sleeping and so is Louise, so I decide not to disturb either of them. I then head to the locker room to get my things before leaving.

"Hey Alexa, are you heading to the bar?" Addison asks and I nod. "Are you meeting anybody there or just going for a drink?"

"I'm supposed to be meeting Alex there later, Bailey let me off an hour early because of everything that's going on. Which, by the way, I'd prefer it if you didn't ask me about." I reply.

"Tell me about it." Addison's marriage was heading for a very imminent divorce and it was pretty much the talk of the hospital. When we got to the bar, I ordered a double scotch and Joe laughed.

"Bad day, huh?" He asks and I raise my eyebrows.

"Bad day, bad week, bad month, whatever you want to call it." I laugh, raising my glass and taking a drink from it. "But don't let me drink too much, my pager could go off at any minute and I do not want to walk around with a banana bag and miss surgery."

"Have you thought about your specialty yet?" Addison questions.

"I've been thinking about it a lot, actually. I really enjoy working with you so I'm thinking maybe paediatrics or OB/GYN, but I love neurosurgery... It's so hard to decide." I admit and she laughs, taking a sip of her drink.

"Dear God, why would you even think about being an OB/GYN?" Mark Sloan jokes, taking a seat on the other side of Addison.

"Says the plastic surgeon." I say with raised eyebrows. He laughs and orders a scotch.

"Says your attending, that's who. Now how's my favourite intern?" I roll my eyes and sigh, getting back to my conversation with Addison.

"Actually, that's why they give you so long to choose your specialty. They don't expect you to know straight away. It's great if you do but it's better to experience everything." My pager began beeping and I sighed, throwing my head back before drinking the rest of my drink. "Already? I thought you weren't supposed to be paged?"

"Me either," I sigh, picking up my bag and getting ready to leave. "If Alex comes, tell him I got paged or something. I'll see you in the morning."

When I got to the hospital, there hadn't been an emergency at all. I was paged to my mother's room and stood there chatting with her, Isabella and my sister was Bailey. I lean against the door and frown, wondering why the hell I was paged and what was going on.

"Alexa!" Isabella exclaims, rushing towards me as she noticed me. I picked her up and rested her on my hip, venturing into the room.

"What's going on?" I ask Bailey.

"Your Mom wanted to see you." She replies, leaving the room. I nod and take a seat and the room suddenly became a little too quiet.

"Isabella, why don't we give Alexa and Grandma some space, huh? Let's go and get a drink." Louise suggests, beginning to walk Isabella out of the room. I frown and once they leave, I turn to my Mom.

"Mom, what's going on?" I question, picking up her chart and beginning to look through it.

"No, no, no, it's not that." She replies and I clutch onto it anyway. "I need you to...prepare yourself."

"Prepare myself for what?"

"Tomorrow they're going to give us some...news. Whether or not it's good or bad is entirely down to how you want to look at it from your perspective. I'm warning you and I'm telling you this because you know how to handle yourself. You might be the youngest but you're the strongest, mentally. You're reliable and I can trust you to deal with things. I don't want you to tell anybody this. I know that I must sound crazy but I just need you to prepare yourself. Okay?"

"Mom... What are you talking about? You're going to be fine, everything is going to be...fine."