Arizona's POV:
We really need more hands on the deck, and I know that kicking Calliope off the floor was a bad idea, but this lockdown is longer than I anticipated.
On the way to Ruby's room, to check on her, I have to pass the stairwell. While passing the stairwell, I saw a SWAT team member swiftly jogging up the hard, concrete stairs, looking like he had every worry in the world.
He opens the door to see me standing there," Hello Doctor...?" " Robbins. Doctor Robbins, Sir". I answer his half question, when I notice that he doesn't know my name.
He nods and goes to continue, but I cut him off, before he can question me," Sir, I am the Head of this floor, and I want to know what is going on, that has the SWAT team at the hospital?"
The look he gives me tells me what I need to know. That something horrible has happened, and people have been hurt, and that it is possibly still going on. But I need him to explain to me.
" There is a shooter in the hospital Ma'am, I am here to either protect you, or to help you clear this floor." He gives me a questioning look before continuing," All I know that you are in shock, and that the shooter is above us, so if you have ant critical patients, I can get more SWAT members up here to help clear this floor. It is up to you Doctor Robbins." He says it urgently, I and know that I need to make the decision quick.
" Sir, I say we clear it." He goes to make the call, before I stop him," Has anyone been hurt," He nods his head, before turning to make the call again. But again I stop him," Has any Doctors been hurt?" He gives me sad look, then he turns again, but this time I don't bother him, I bother myself.
I know why I sent my life out to deal with, to go through, to survive through. Shit, shit, shit, shit. Calliope, shit, Callie?
Mark's POV:
I have never been so terrified in my whole life, and I'm a man, I can't be terrified. But I am, for 2 different reasons. One is that there is a shooter loose in the hospital, and two the love of my life is saying she loves someone else. I am utterly terrified.
Well I am until a police officer, comes into the room, to tell us the floor is cleared, and that we need to leave as fast as we can. I know the safest and most efficient way to keep Alex alive is to keep pressure of his wound, so I have Lexie hop onto the cloth-I am dragging him on- and press the gauze to his side.
As I drag him through the hall, with every thing but ease, I then see the one thing I need, a stretcher. Lexie hops up, and helps me with lifting the poor man onto the cold platform. She then jumps onto him again.
I start walking, then start jogging, and then start to attempt sprinting, while pushing the stretcher in front of me, when I hear Lexie telling me that his heart is slowing down further.
The next thing I see, was something I could have never anticipated seeing in my life of knowing my best friend. Callie on a stretcher, bleeding from what looks like three wounds, with Bailey crying holding her hand, and Teddy straddling Callie's waist putting pressure on her chest and shoulder, with one leg angled awkwardly trying to put pressure on her thigh.
I started to go towards my best friend, when I heard Lexie whimper, " Lexie. Lexie look at me, Callie is shot, I'm trusting you with him." She nods, so I know she heard me. As soon as I see her start to say something, I just run away, not caring about anything except Callie.
I gently push Bailey hand out of Callie's, and put it on her thigh, knowing that if I see Callie's blood on my hand, something bad will happen. Bailey closes her eyes and nods at me, while we both try to keep Callie alive, when Teddy says something aimed at me, "Mark, Callie said that you would find her, but she asked me, to tell you. To find Arizona, and make sure she doesn't find out about Callie, and to make sure she is fine and healthy." She know for a fact that I won't leave Callie's side for Arizona, because Callie has been feeling like suicidal, for the past couple of weeks, because of that demon. I just shake my head no.
As I shake my head, I feel my hand being compressed in a familiar feeling, Callie squeezing my hand. She mumbles questionable words.
" Mark, you don't have to wait for her, I know you hate her, but when we get to the other hospital, you find her, or I swear if I survive I will break little Sloan, or if I die, I will haunt you forever, but make sure she doesn't find out", Callie mutters so weakly I can't understand her. I know it is hurting her, because every breath she takes? Se either coughs, or wheezes.
" Why can't Ari-" I get cut off.
"-because I said so Mark! She kicked me off the floor, and she is just going to blame herself. I don't want her to feel bad, I don't want her to think its her fault. Mark promise me, when I die, to take care of her, make sure she know I love her with all my heart, I want her to know..," Callie doesn't finish because she can't, because she flat lines before she can.