I gotta say, I guess my writing isn't really as good as it usually is, because I haven't gotten as many reviews as I have in the past. Hopefully, I can step it up a bit as I go on. Sorry if it seems like I'm not focused enough, and I hope to make it better for you! Thanks for reading. Oh, and also: this is a story. Sorry if some things I do in it don't match up to what happens in reality. I just do it for the story.
Disclaimer: I don't own Grey's Anatomy
Chapter 5
Meredith tapped her foot impatiently as she waited to hear the news about her sister. She knew Lexie would be ok, sure, but she was still concerned for her. She was tired of babysitting, and wanted to get in on some surgeries, or at least help out in the ER. Meredith stood up as she heard footsteps rounding the corner. Her heart pounded as she waited to see who it was. She saw a shadow pass by first, and then saw Christina come out from around the corner. Meredith groaned and sat back down.
"When she first got here, you hated her. Who knew you'd be so anxious over her later." Christina said was false enthusiasm. "How long's he been like this?" She asked, gesturing to the sleeping six year old beside her.
"Not long. He has been fussing over April constantly. It's good he's gotten to sleep. It'd be super if my grumpy person didn't come over here yelling and waking him up." Meredith was tired. And when she was tired, she was cranky. She did not like to be annoyed. Christina grabbed her arm, and pulled her off to the side so she could talk as loudly as she pleased, without waking up Will.
"So, there's news. I heard Derek talking as I walked past his office." Christina told her friend.
"What is it? Is everyone ok?" Meredith said, her voice rising.
"Chill out. Everyone is fine…well, Lexie and the baby are. McSteamy has to do facial reconstruction on McDaughter." Meredith's eyes widened.
"Is he going to do it?" She asked, shocked.
"Of course he is. It's his daughter. No one else is qualified for the job, in his mind." Christina was right. She knew that he would do it. Just like Owen insisted on placing Isaac's arm when he fell out of their backyard tree.
"Do you think he can handle it?" Meredith was scared. She knew Mark was amazing at his job, but this was her niece. She was protective over her.
"Oh, I know he can. He might be shaky at first, but he'll get into his groove just fine." Christina always had the strangest way of saying things. Meredith nodded, and walked back over to where Will was sleeping. Christina took this as a dismissal, and left. Meredith sat back down where she was, and continued to wait. Like she had been doing all day.
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Hanna's POV
All I can think about is the pain. The burns hurt. My lungs…there's so much pressure. I can barely breathe. I don't know exactly what happened. All I remember is April telling me she had to go potty…then what? I'm struggling to remember. It's…it's not easy. I think…oh. I remember now. It's all rushing back to me.
I was playing with a small lava lamp that April had gotten for Christmas that year. It whad just gotten to its maximum heat level, when April spoke.
"Hanna, I have to go potty." April said. I was so proud of her for telling me. She was just recently potty trained, and had accidents sometimes. It's a good thing she remembered to tell me this time.
"Ok, let's go, Ape." I said taking her hand, and leading her to the bathroom. I accidently knocked over the lamp when I was standing up. April was bouncing up and down, she had to go so bad. I wanted to be able to get her in the bathroom in time, so I led her out of the room, ignoring the burning lamp that was lying on the floor at the bottom of April's bed, the bed skirt brushing against the lamp.
When April was finished, she ran back into her room, me following shortly after.
"Let's play in my closet!" April said excitedly as she ran into it. She was easily amused by her large walk in closet, and loved to play with it. All thoughts of the burning lamp disappeared as I followed her into the closet to play with April.
We played for almost an hour, when I noticed I was sweating. I wiped my forehead, and looked over at April, who was sweating, too.
"It's hot in here, Hanna!" She said, clearly uncomfortable by the sudden change in temperature. "What's that smell?" She added as she wrenched open the closet door, and ran out into her bedroom. I heard it before I saw it. I heard a loud whooshing noise come into the closet, followed by a loud shriek. I immediately jumped up, and ran to see. April had run straight into the blazing fire that overtook her room, and was stuck in the middle of it.
Flames licked my toes as it came closer to me. I saw April's clothes burning, and she screamed some more.
"Hanna, help me!" She screamed as she grabbed her face in pain. I did the only thing I could think of, which was to run into the fire, and get her out myself. As I ran, I saw her collapse to the ground, the fire devouring her hair, and blazing at her face. I ran right to her, and picked her up. I looked over to the door quickly. It was blocked by the fire. There was literally no time, so I did the only thing I could think of, which was run back into the closet.
When I got there, I closed the door, blocking out the fire. April was curled up, unconscious in my lap. I quickly searched my pockets for my phone, but it was nowhere to be found. I must have left it out in her room when we were playing with the lamp. I heard the front door to the house open. I heard the fire being extinguished. I heard Dirty Pop, my ringtone from the room. I suddenly couldn't breathe at all.
I let out a huge, sputtering cough before my vision started to disappear. When the black started fading in, the closet door was wrenched open, and I saw the terrified face of Lexie Sloan. She didn't see her daughter, only asking me if I was ok. She needed to help April, not me. So I told her.
"April." I said quietly before I blacked out completely.
And now here I am. Wherever here is. I can't open my eyes. The pain is too bad. I hear someone talking.
"She should be waking up. She is just in too much pain to realize she is coming to." The voice belongs to a woman. It made me realize where here is. So exerting all my power, I forced my eyes open.
3rd Person
Bailey was currently working on a young, sixteen year old girl. Her name was Hanna, and she was unconscious. Bailey was concerned, because she should have been waking up. She said something to Avery, who was nearby. After she said it, she heard a soft moan, and looked over to Hanna. She was opening her eyes.
"Hanna? I'm Dr. Bailey. You're in the hospital. Can you say something to let me know you understand?" Bailey said.
"I understand." Hanna managed to choke out.
"Good. Can you tell us what happened?" Avery asked.
Hanna took a deep breath, and began to tell the story of why the Sloan's house caught on fire that day.
A/N: So, it was longer than the last few chapters. Which is good. I hope this was better than the others. Please review, and thanks for reading!