Hailey

The walls were covered in flames and smoke was swirling all around them. Hailey stayed down under the smoke and slipped her hands under Alex's shoudlers, slowly dragging him back towards the opposite end of the hall that wasn't as lit up with fire yet.

Hailey pulled Alex- her body aching as she did so- towards the end of the hallway.

Her body had been pretty sore lately, and she figured she was getting sick and was just feeling achy. She was very wrong.

Hailey let out a loud cry of pain and felt tears clouding her vision.

Alex suddenly groaned and muttered something under his breath.

"Dr Karev?" Hailey gasped.

"Izzie," Alex mumbled.

"No Dr. Karev, it's me. Hailey," Hailey whispered as tears ran down her cheeks. "Hailey Banks."

Alex's eyes fluttered open and he met Hailey's eyes. She had now pulled the two of them towards the end of the hallway and collapsed to the floor when she could pull them no longer.

Owen

Owen stared at the burning hospital with his mouth hanging open.

How had Cristina known?

"Cristina!" Owen yelled, running towards the hospital, but someone held him back.

"Owen!" a voice yelled.

"Teddy! Get off of me!" Owen snapped.

"No! Are you crazy? You can't go in there!"

Owen pushed Teddy off and she landed on the ground as he ran forwards, but a security guard caught his arm and held him back.

"Cristina! No!" Owen screamed.

Cristina

Cristina's eyes flurttered open and she found herself staringup in a black cloud of smoke. She gasped and tried to push herself up, but she found her body aching. She let out a loud cry and fell down against the ground in a blanket of pain.

It was mostly her back that hurt. She had landed on it pretty hard when she was thrown backwards.

Cristina once again tried to push herself up, this time clenching her teeth and just letting the teards fall as she fought against the pain.

She pushed herself up to her feet and wobbled slightly.

Her whole body ached and she stumbled forwards, falling face first through a doorway, into the stairway.

Meredith

Meredith ran after Mark into a small room where Lexie lay on the ground, her body covered in blood.

"When the doorway collapsed, it collapsed ontop of her," Mark chocked out, hs face covered in tears. Meredith had never seen him cry. He was always so tough. "I dug her out from under the gravel, but she is hurt pretty badly. She broke a bunch of bones and I think she is has internal bleeding."

"Oh my gosh," Meredith whispered, taking in the mess that was Lexie's body. "Mark, w-we... we gotta get her out of here. If we d-don't she's gonna die." The last words were bearly a whisper.

"How?" Mark demanded. "How are we going to get out of here? The doorway is completely blocket off. We're all probably going to die."

Meredith's eyes filled with tears. "The last thing I told Derek was a lie," Meredith murmured.

"We're gonna try and get out of here Grey," Mark said, tears running down his face.

Meredith nodded and wobbled over to Lexie's side. Lexie was on the floor in a puddle of blood. Her right leg was angeled awkwardly and the right side of her ribs looked slightly out of place. There were gashes all over her body.

Lexie was taking slow, ragged breaths, but she was still alive.

"Alright, it looks like her lung may have been peirced by her ribs from the angel they are in. We need to get her out of here and get help before her lung collapses. I think she is having trouble breathing."

"Why ar eyou slurring your words?" Mark questioned.

"I'm not!" Meredith defended. "What are you talking about?"

"You are slurring your words," Mark said, kneeling down beside them.

Meredith shook her head. "I'm fine," she assured him.

Mark just shook it off and turned back to Lexie. He ran his fingers over her ribbs and gasped. "Her ribs are broken in so many places!" he cried.

Meredith shook with sobs. The world continued to spin. She tried to focus on Lexie but she couldn't.

"Your hands are shaking," Mark whispered.

Meredith shook her head, still confused. She tried to reach for Lexie, but found thta she couldn't hold her hands still.

"Are you hurt?" Mark questioned.

"No!" Meredith insisted, backing away for a moment.

They were both cut off when Lexie's breathing turned into gasping. "I think her lung collapsed!" Mark exclaimed. "We need a chest tube!"

"We don't have one!" Meredith slurred.

Mark quickly looks around and gasped, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a straw.

"That won't work!" Meredith said.

"It's all we have," Mark sighed, defeated. He reached into his other pocket and came out with a pocket knife. "I need your help Grey," he said.

Meredith felt sick but slowly crawled forwards. What they were doing was a huge risk, and they both knew it. But if they didn't do it... she would die. If they did do it she could die. She had a chance of dying either way. So they might as well take the chance that could possibly keep her alive.

Meredith inched a bit closer until she was close enough to see. Mark cut Lexie's scrub top open and peeled it aside. He then pulled out the pocket knife but froze.

"What?" Meredith demanded.

"It's not sanitary."

"And the freaking straw is?"

Mark sighed. "We could run it thorugh the fire...

"I'll do it," Meredith cut him off, grabbing the knife.

She crawled, again, towards the door. Her energy supply was now very low. She held the knife in the flames for a moment, tears running down her cheeks once again as she was in that hallway. They were probably going to die. They were all probably going to die.

She pulled the knife back and turned, crawling back into the room where Mark was waiting impatiently.

Meredith handed the knife to him and her head began to spin again. She moaned and pressed her hands against her eyes.

"I don't feel so good," she croaked.

Mark sighed. "I need you to focus Meredith!"

"We're going to die," she mumbled, opening her eyes and feeling the room spin.

"We need to try!" Mark hissed. "What did I say?"

Meredith shook with sobs once again but reluctantly nodded her head. "Good," Mark grumbled, and turned back to Lexie. "Now let's save Lexie."

Meredith could almost hear Derek's voice in her head. 'It's a beutiful night to save lives.' Except Derek wasn't there, it wasn't night, and there was nothing beautiful about it.

The room continued to spin as Mark slowly pressed the knife against Lexie's flesh, making a small incision, slowly making it larger by the moment.

Meredith saw the blood become clearer, and as the room spun the blood spun. It spun and spun around her. It filled her mind, filling all of her sences.

Meredith leaned over and vommited all over the floor.

Mark groaned, disgusted. "Hold it together!" he spat.

"I told you I felt sick," Meredith reminded him.

"Well are you better now?" Mark asked.

"I think so," Meredith whispered.

"Then come on, let's get back to work and try to save her. We're not going to let Lexie die, right?."

Meredith slowly nodded, turning and noticing how close the fire had gotten to the room before turning back and wiping her mouth. The spinning had slowed down, but the nausea was still there.

"No," Meredith said, shaking some sence back into her head. "No, we can't let her die."

Alex

Alex let his eyes wander the hallway before settling on Hailey. Izzie wasn't there. She never was.

"Hailey," he whispered.

Everything processed back into his mind too quicly and he jolted his arm and cringed back.

"We need to get out of here," he said suddenly, trying to get up. But pain shot straight through him.

"Argh!" he gasped out.

"What's wrong?" Hailey shrieked.

Alex tried to get up again but felt the pain cut through him. He cried out again and Hailey screamed in fear, too shaken to help it.

Alex fell backl against the ground, gasping for air. He hated being weak, absolutely despised it. But in this situation he couldn't help it.

"We have a problem," Alex gapsed out when he could somewhat talk again.

"W-what?" Hailey stammered, shaking in fear.

"I can't move."

A/N: Please please please review. I need opinions, and an exact medical reason as to what nerve or bone Alex could hit the wrong way or break that could cause him to be in so much pain. I have an idea... but I'm not a doctor. I promised a quick update for reviews, and you guys earned it. If you want another quick update... well you know what to do. (Review)

Now here's a few questions for all of you: Who's vision did you like the best? Who's vision do you think was the most helpful to know and why? And what un answered question do you need to know the answer to the most?

One more thing, if anyone watches private practice and hates that they killed Dell off, then could you check out my Private Practice fanfiction about after Dell dies? It's a one shot. It's called And Then You're Free. You can find it on my profile.

Once again, thanks to all of my wonderful readers and reviewers

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