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From the other side of the room George watched Meredith sitting in a chair in the waiting area. He'd seen her sit like that before, usually after something bad had happened. He waited for her to move but after ten minutes she was still sitting there.
"Meredith, are you okay?" He asked taking a seat beside her.
Meredith sat up and looked at George. She used her hands to wipe her eyes. "I'm okay." She said and she took a deep breath. George didn't know what had happened, no one had told him yet. "Alex and Izzie were in a car accident." She began. "I think Izzie is okay. She's not here yet. Alex is in OR three with Christina."
"Oh my god." George whispered under his breath and then he went quite. He didn't know what to say. He just felt ill. He reached over and took Meredith's hand. He gave it a squeeze and then the two of them just sat there and waited
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"Suction! I need more suction." Christina yelled as she tried to clear the surgical field. "I can't see what I'm doing. I need more light."
"BP is falling doctor."
"Shit!" Christina pulled her instruments out of the open chest cavity and stuck her hands in. She was looking for the source of the bleeding but there were too many sources. She ordered the anesthetist to administer some drugs and they waited. For a second everything seemed to stabilize but not for long.
"BP is still falling doctor." The anesthetist informed her and then the OR filled with the sound no doctor wants to here, the persistent wailing of a flat lining patient. "He's coding doctor." Someone yelled as if she didn't already know.
She yelled for the paddles and she shocked his body but nothing happened. "Come on Alex. Don't you die on me." She yelled as the paddles charged again. She shocked him six times but there was still no response.
"Come on Alex!" She threw the paddles aside and began manual chest compressions. She worked on him for twenty minutes before someone pulled her off him.
"Call it doctor." Someone was saying from behind her. "He's not coming back."
She stood staring at the flat lining monitor. Inside she was swearing at herself, swearing at the situation.
"Time of death 7:42pm."
From behind she felt someone touch her. She pushed them away and stormed out of the OR. She was converting her emotions into anger. She pulled her gloves off and threw them into the bin. "Shit!" She swore loudly and yanked her mask from her face. She pulled her scrub cap off and her surgical gown. She threw them all into the bin and spun around. She took a deep breath and tried to compose herself. She'd lost patients before but this was different. She waited until she was calm before she left the scrub room.
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Meredith looked down at her watch. It had been well over an hour since Alex had arrived. She hadn't heard anything from the OR but she hadn't gone looking for information either. George was still sitting beside her. Neither one of them had moved.
"Izzie will be here soon." She said slowly standing up. "Let's go down to the ER so we can meet her." George stood up to follow her but just as they were about to leave Christina exited the elevator and started walking toward them. They both knew what she was going to say before she even reached them. It was written all over her body language, her demeanor.
"There was nothing we could do." She said and she slumped down into the seat Meredith had just vacated. "We tried everything but there was too much damage." She lent back and looked at the ceiling. She closed her eyes for a moment and breathed. She felt Meredith sit down beside her so she stood up again. She had to keep moving. "I've got to go find his mother." She said and she walked off.
Meredith and George both stood and watched Christina walk away. Neither one of them said anything. They didn't need to say anything. They both knew exactly what the other was thinking. Neither one of them was thinking about themselves, neither one was thinking about how this made them fell. They were both thinking. "This is going to kill Izzie."
They both remembered how Izzie had been after Denny died. That had almost killed her and the relationship they'd had was nothing compared to what she had with Alex. For the last two years they'd been inseparable. They'd become an extension of the other; neither one of them had seemed complete without the other. And now Alex was dead, he was gone, he wasn't coming back.
As they stood there Meredith felt her pager go off. She picked it up and checked it. "Izzie's here." She said and she started walking off. George didn't follow her, he didn't know what he was supposed to say to Izzie. What he was supposed to do. He couldn't deal with this so he did the next best thing. He went back to work.
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Izzie's arrival was expected and so a room was already set aside for her. When Meredith reached the room Izzie was in there alone. She appeared to be sleeping. Her eyes were closed and her breathing was slow and steady. She looked almost peaceful but the signs of trauma were written all over her. Her face and arms were all cut up. There was a large gash which ran from her temple around to the top of her hair line. Her right arm was wrapped in a heavy splint. Meredith picked up her chart and started reading it. She had a mild concussion, whiplash, five broken ribs, a dislocation of her right shoulder as well as multiple fractures to her right arm. At the previous hospital they'd relocated her shoulder and placed a temporary splint on her arm. They'd also given her a large does of sedative which was due to where off in about fifteen minutes.
Meredith placed the chart back on the end of the bed and for the second time that night she sat and waited. This time she was waiting for Izzie to wake up.