Disclaimer: I don't own Grey's Anatomy in any shape or form. But I do own my OC.

A/N: Okay, here's the next chapter of Trauma Everywhere. I don't know how much of the show I intend to follow at this point. Season 3 and 4 should pretty much stay the same with the exception of some minor and major changes. The major change will probably be Lexie and Callie's roles in the story. I think Callie may be in a different relationship with Mark than she did originally in the show, and I think Annabelle will be quite close to her, which may change things up a bit. And Lexie will, obviously, have a different role, since she's not going to be Mark's love interest (and that really hurts me, by the way, because I am a huge Slexie shipper).

This will be the chapter where Annabelle meets Burke, learns a bit more about Seattle Grace Hospital and meets Izzie for the first time. This chapter takes place in the fifth episode of season 3.

Reviews:

Judy: Thank you! Well, Merder will definitely be here, though it's not the main pairing of the story, so I think it will be there, but more on the sidelines.

guest: Thank you! Like I said to one of the other reviewers, Merder will definitely be there, but it will be more on the sidelines since it's not the main pairing of the story. And yeah, I love Mark. He's my favorite character actually. And I love his friendship with Callie (though that may be different in this story) and Derek, as well as Meredith (I think their friendship is really underrated). And yeah, I didn't like him with Addison either, just because I hated that he was hurting because she didn't love him back. Though I disagree with your opinion on his relationship with Lexie, because I'm a huge Slexie shipper ;)

MerDer2015: Thank you! Well, I disagree with you there, but that's just because I'm like the biggest Slexie shipper in the world, so no hard feelings ;) Anyway, I'm glad you like the story! And yeah, there will be Merder, but it will be a bit more on the sidelines since it's not the main pairing in the story.

Trauma Everywhere

Chapter 2

Oh, the Guilt

"Hey!" Annabelle turned around as she heard the familiar voice call out, and stopped in her tracks as she walked across the Seattle Grace parking lot to wait for Mark, who jogged up to her. Today, she was wearing white skinny jeans, a loose blue blouse with a wide neckline and 3/4 sleeves, and matching blue heels with a white outline. Her brown hair fell down her shoulders in waves, and her wrist was decorated with a silver bracelet.

"Hey," she replied, offering him a small smile as she began walking again, this time with him beside her.

"How was your night? Did you get home okay?" he asked, and Annabelle nodded.

"I did. As I told you I would," she said pointedly, and Mark raised his hands in mock surrender, making her smile in amusement, "And as for your other question, my night was great. The morning? Not so much," she shook her head with a bitter smile as she remembered holding her head in her hands after ingesting three aspirin pills, praying to God to make the hangover pain go away, "I'd ask you how your night was, but I don't think I want to know," she said, chuckling at the end, making Mark chuckle a bit as well.

"How about I tell you anyway?" he asked with a slightly teasing smile, and Annabelle quickly shook her head.

"Nope. Not a good idea," she couldn't help but laugh, which made Mark chuckle as well before he stopped himself, frowning for a second. He couldn't remember the last time he felt so comfortable around someone. That last time must have been the last time he was with Derek as his best friend, but that was a long time ago. Though he never felt so comfortable around a woman before.

"Here," he hurried ahead of her to hold the door open. "Ladies first,"

"Thank you," Annabelle nodded with a smile, before walking inside, quickly being followed by him, "Do you know what's on your schedule today?"

"No, not yet. Do you know anything?" Mark asked as they walked side by side through the lobby, with Annabelle giving the nurses a quick smile, not wanting to get on their bad side right off the bat.

"I only know that I'm having another attending look after the E.R. for about an hour or however long the M&M is gonna take,"

"You're going to the M&M?"

"Yeah. You're not?"

"No," Mark said, looking at her weirdly. "What's the point? It's only an excuse for every attending in this hospital to humiliate and scold the residents like they're five years old - not that I wouldn't enjoy it immensely," he quickly added, making Annabelle shake her head, though a smile was still present on her lips. "But I've got better things to do,"

"Suit yourself," Annabelle shrugged. "I, for one, like to know what I'm in for when I start my work somewhere new."

"Okay, people. Let's begin," Chief Webber spoke up from the stage, where he stood in front of the interns, residents and multiple attendings in the audience, "Patient 34986 died last month from complications following a heart transplant. Dr. Burke will present," he said to the microphone at the podium, a list of concerns and treatments undertaken for Patient 34986 projected on the screen behind him. He then walked off the side to sit on one of two chairs, and Annabelle watched from her seat next to another attending as the man occupying the other chair stood up and walked over to the microphone. He was a tall, African-American man, who seemed to be only a few years older than her, and looked like a professional and skilled doctor.

"Cause of death at autopsy was an embolus that dislodged from the suture line of the transplant and caused a C.V.A. with brain stem herniation," Dr. Burke finished his report, and immediately multiple hands shot out in the air from the audience.

"Dr. Burke!" one of the doctors called, as many others raised their hands, and Dr. Burke pointed at one of the attendings, giving her permission to ask her question.

"So, the company line is that he died of a C.V.A.?" a blonde woman around her mid 40's asked, looking at the man skeptically.

"There's no company line. That's what he died of," Dr. Burke stated, and many other hands shot up in the air.

"Uh, yes, let's get back to this, uh, patient's need for an emergent transplant," an older attending, around his early 60's, spoke up. "You're saying that his left ventricle had been weakened by the LVAD malfunction?"

"His left ventricle was weakened by the fact that he suffered from congestive heart failure," Dr. Burke replied.

"Oh, come on, Dr. Burke," another attending, sitting only a few seats away from Annabelle, who seemed to be around her age, spoke up, "We all know the LVAD was cut by an intern," he said, and Annabelle's eyebrows shot up in surprise before furrowing as she leaned forward in her seat. An intern cut the LVAD wire? she thought, One of the doctors here killed a patient deliberately?

"The exact chain of events remain unclear," Dr. Burke said calmly.

"It remains unclear to you because you were in the E.R. with a gunshot wound," the attending said in a hard tone, and Annabelle's eyebrows rose in surprise once again. Jesus, what is going on in this hospital? "Why aren't we hearing from Dr. Bailey? She was the senior physician on the case,"

"I am the attending on record," Dr. Burke stated.

"Yes," Dr. Bailey suddenly spoke up, before standing up from her seat in the audience, "I was the resident in charge," she said, directing her words to the attending before turning around to look at Dr. Burke, who nodded, making her step up on the stage and stand on the podium in front of the microphone, "Uh, Dr. Burke has summarized the medical facts of this case. Are there any questions for me?" she asked, and almost every single attending in the audience, except for Annabelle, and multiple residents raised their hands.

"You recently had a baby, Dr. Bailey?" the attending sitting a few feet away from Annabelle spoke up again.

"I don't see what that has to do with-"

"Sleep deprivation coupled with wild swings in hormones are factors that could cloud anyone's judgement," the man stood up, looking at Dr. Bailey, who stared at him, affronted. If she was quite honest with herself, Annabelle was affronted as well. She had only known Dr. Bailey for a day, but she could already tell that the woman was one of the most competent surgeons in the state, if not in the country. And if she knew that after only knowing her for a day, how could someone who has worked with her for, most likely, years question her abilities?

"I sleep just fine, Dr. Savoy," Dr. Bailey replied calmly.

"Really? 'Cause if a patient died due to my poor decision making, I'd probably lose at least a little sleep over it," Dr. Savoy said, and Annabelle couldn't help but scoff quietly.

"Let me remind everyone that our purpose here is not to place blame," Chief Webber stood up from his chair on the stage. "This is a forum to discuss mistakes in patient care. And learn from them,"

"Well, so far, I haven't heard Dr. Bailey admit to a mistake," Dr. Savoy continued, and Annabelle had to physically restrain herself from standing up. "So, for a period of several hours, your interns were running amok in the hospital, totally unsupervised,"

"I'm waiting for a question," Dr. Bailey stated calmly.

"The question is where were you?"

"There was the shooting, and the E.R. was chaotic,"

"The E.R. is always chaotic," Dr. Savoy continued, and before Annabelle had the strength to keep herself seated, she stood up.

"Yes, you're right, Dr. Savoy, the E.R. is always chaotic," she said, before giving him a nod, "Dr. Annabelle Wyatt, Chief of Trauma Surgery," she introduced herself to him, knowing that even though all the doctors have been informed of her arrival, not many knew her by face, "But just based on your statement, I can tell that you're not very experienced in the trauma area, so let me explain something very quickly. The E.R., as you said, is always chaotic. But I can tell you from experience that it is beyond chaotic if the trauma happens close to the hospital. And if the staff, the doctors, are injured in the crossfire, it can get very messy very quickly. The fact that, as I hear, Dr. Burke was shot during the shooting, should tell you at least that. The work done by the doctors on call in the E.R. at that time has to be swift, quick, and efficient. And if they managed to save Dr. Burke, if they managed to save everyone else, then their work was not only efficient; it was perfect," she said, before giving Dr. Bailey a nod and sitting back down as she received a subtle nod back.

"Thank you, Dr. Wyatt," Chief Webber gave her a nod, which she returned, as George, Meredith, Cristina and Alex all smiled a small smile, glad that at least one attending besides Dr. Burke was willing to fight for them, or at least for Dr. Bailey.

"Alright," Dr. Savoy nodded, "Thank you, Dr. Wyatt. So, you're saying that, in a situation such as the shooting, based on the results, the doctors have done everything they could and have done it well?"

"Yes," Annabelle nodded.

"Alright," Dr. Savoy nodded, before looking at Dr. Bailey again, "What about your interns? Did you page them during this time?" Wow, he really doesn't like to give up, Annabelle thought to herself as she shook her head, scoffing quietly.

"Yes. I paged them multiple times," Dr. Bailey nodded.

"Well, apparently, they thought it was okay to ignore your pages," Dr. Savoy chuckled a little. "Doctor. Why do you think your interns have such contempt for your authority?"

"You don't know what the hell you're talking about!" Alex suddenly yelled as he sprung up in his seat, making everyone in the audience turn around to look at him.

"Dr. Karev, sit down," Dr. Bailey ordered, shaking her head at him subtly, silently telling him that this will only make the matters worse, "Next question," she said slowly after being silent for a few seconds, and, once again, multiple hands shot up in the air, from attendings and residents alike.

"Dr. Wyatt!" came a familiar voice from behind Annabelle an hour later, making her turn around from where she was standing by E.R.'s main desk, filling out a patients chart, only to see Addison and Meredith walking up to her.

"Dr. Montgomery-Shepherd," she smiled. "Dr. Grey,"

"Actually, it's just Montgomery now," Addison gave her a small smile, and Annabelle simply nodded, deciding that the last thing she wanted to do was get involved in any more personal problems in this hospital.

"Alright, Dr. Montgomery. How may I help you?"

"Well, Dr. Grey and I have a case, and I was wondering if I could use you for a consult," Addison said, and Annabelle nodded.

"Anything to get me out of the paperwork," she said, putting her pen down. "Besides, as long as it's in the E.R. area, it's legally my business, anyway,"

"In one of the private rooms, but yes, in the E.R.," Addison said.

"Then lead the way," Annabelle smiled, and Addison returned it before starting to walk further down the E.R., with Meredith and Annabelle following. "What's the case?"

"We've been asked to consult on a case where a woman has a foreign object stuck inside of her," Addison said, just as they reached one of the E.R. private rooms, and cleared her throat before opening the door, allowing Annabelle and Meredith to step inside. However, as soon as they did, they froze.

What they were looking at was nothing like Annabelle's ever seen before, at least not in a medical emergency. On the gurney, lied an older man, around his late 50's, naked, with a woman his age, also naked though covered from shoulders to mid-thigh with a man's over-sized shirt, on top of him. Literally, on top of him.

"Ah!"

"Adam, ow! It hurts whenever you move,"

"Well, keep your weight off my bad knee,"

"I'm sorry, I thought it was on the left side,"

"19 years of marriage, you'd think you'd have that one down,"

"It appears that her husband is the foreign object," Addison said as Meredith and Annabelle stared at the couple, wide-eyed.

"Ex-husband," both of the patients said, looking up at the three doctors, before they both groaned in pain once again as the woman shifted on top of her ex-husband.

"Wow," Annabelle whispered to herself as she raised her eyebrows, unable to take her eyes off the patients.

"Yeah," Addison nodded, this time also having difficulty with looking away. Just when I think this job can't get any weirder.

"You had to go and get a piercing," the woman on top of her ex-husband drawled out as Annabelle, Addison and Meredith all inspected the genitalia of the patients, grimacing a bit.

"Sonja," the woman's ex-husband, Adam, said, embarrassed.

"What? It's not like their not going to find out,"

"This is so embarrassing," Adam mumbled as glanced up at the three female doctors.

"No. Embarrassing is meeting your husband for lunch with your ex-husband still attached," Sonja said.

"Quite literally, I assume," Annabelle muttered to herself and Addison, having heard the brunette, stifled a laugh before silently scolding herself.

"How long is this gonna take? Because I really don't want my husband finding out," Sonja said, looking at Meredith, before turning to look at Annabelle and Addison. "Please, could you work out some small miracle?"

"Well, first off, we need to figure out what the piercing is caught on," Annabelle spoke up, and Sonja nodded.

"Okay,"

"Do you have any... piercings?" Addison spoke up after a few seconds, looking at Sonja.

"Me? No!" she exclaimed, straightening up, which caused Adam to groan loudly in pain, making her cringe apologetically, "I'm sorry," she whispered, wincing, before looking back up at Addison. "I sell real estate,"

"What is that supposed to mean?" Adam asked, before looking up at Addison and Annabelle as well. "I sell real estate, too,"

"We've been divorced for five years. But we keep running into each other,"

"Quite literally, I assume," Addison muttered quietly to Annabelle, making the brunette stifle a laugh before looking at the OB/GYN surgeon with wide, surprised eyes with laughter in them, to which she simply shrugged.

"You know. Work stuff," Sonja continued, oblivious to the two doctors' words, "We get together sometimes. It's stupid and weak, and it is never happening again," she said, directing her last words to Adam.

"Okay, well, Dr. Grey is going to check on the x-rays, and then-then we'll take it from there, okay?" Addison said, placing her hand on Sonja's shoulder comfortingly before turning around to leave, Annabelle following.

"But, um," the brunette doctor turned around, making Addison also stop in her tracks, "You may want to cancel your lunch plans," she said, looking at Sonja, before giving her a nod and a small smile.

Annabelle and Addison then proceeded to walk out of the room, only to bump into George and a beautiful, tall blonde walking beside him with a cup of coffee in her hand. Suddenly, Annabelle and Addison heard Adam groan in pain again as Sonja apologized for, most likely, moving again.

"Ow, ow!"

"Don't move, Adam!"

"Whoa, whoa!" George exclaimed, quickly covering his eyes with the files he was carrying and turning around while the blonde woman beside him stared at the two patients with wide eyes and an open mouth as Addison closed the doors.

"Wow, are those people having sex?" the blonde woman asked.

"Uh, they were having sex. Now, they're just fighting," Annabelle replied.

"Good to have you back, Stevens," Addison suddenly spoke up, looking at the blonde, making Annabelle furrow her eyebrows in curiosity.

"I'm not back. I'm fine... just not back," the blonde replied, smiling briefly, "Hey... you're Addison Forbes Montgomery-Shepherd. That's a lot of names, a lot of rich sounding names, you're rich, right?" she suddenly asked, and Addison chuckled as George and Annabelle both looked at the blonde, one with an amused and the other one with a surprised one, "Oh, that's rude. That's a rude question, I'm sorry, it's just that I'm rich now, too," the blonde said, chuckling a bit at the end of her sentence as Addison continued to laugh quietly in amusement.

"You're not rich until you deposit the check," George said, not looking up as he filled out a few papers.

"Do you ever feel guilty?" the blonde spoke up again, looking at Addison.

"I'm sorry?" Addison suddenly looked up from her phone.

"Being rich. 'Cause I have all this money now and I don't really feel like I did anything to deserve it and I can't really talk to my friends about it 'cause they're all so poor," the blonde woman whispered the last part, making Annabelle raise her eyebrows in amusement as she stifled a laugh.

"Standing right here, Izzie," George spoke up, still not looking up.

"Deposit the check, Stevens," Addison finally said after a few seconds, "Just start there, okay?" she gave Izzie a small smile, before proceeding to walk away, "And, um," she stopped beside the blonde for a second, "The guilt will work itself out," she said, before placing her hand on the Izzie's shoulder and walking away.

"I'm sorry, you don't even know who I am," Annabelle spoke up, turning to look at Izzie. "I'm Annabelle Wyatt,"

"Our new Chief of Trauma," George clarified as Izzie shook Annabelle's hand.

"Oh! Oh, right, uh, I'm Izzie Stevens," the blonde introduced herself.

"Dr. Izzie Stevens?" Annabelle asked, recalling how Addison asked Izzie if she was 'back'.

"Oh, no, I'm not a doctor. I mean, I-I am, I was, just... not anymore," Izzie said, and Annabelle simply nodded, offering her a small smile, not wanting to pry.

"Okay. Well, anyway, it was nice to meet you," she said, before proceeding to walk away and go back to the E.R. until Meredith got the x-rays for Sonja and Adam.

"Hey!" Annabelle heard a familiar voice call out about half an hour later, and turned around, only to see Addison approaching her.

"Hey," the brunette smiled, before looking down at the x-rays in Addison's hand. "Are those the x-rays?"

"Yup. I'm heading there right now,"

"Okay, let's go," Annabelle put down the files she was working on while leaning against the E.R.'s main desk, before following Addison down the hall and into the x-ray room. As soon as they entered, Addison put the x-rays the lighted window, and she and Annabelle both inspected the pictures.

"Well, it seems that your I.U.D. has dislodged from your uterus, hooked on to your husband's piercing and is embedded in your vaginal wall," Addison announced, turning around to look at the patients and crossing her arms over her chest.

"Did she say 'piercing'?" a beautiful young brunette woman standing beside the patients asked, alerting Annabelle and Addison of her presence.

"Daughter," Meredith informed the two, and Annabelle nodded.

"Perfect,"

"Sonja, quit grabbing my leg,"

"I'm not grabbing you anywhere, she is," Sonja said, looking back at Cristina, whose hands were on Adam's leg as she and Meredith tried to help Addison and Annabelle, who were both behind the glass looking at the monitor picturing Adam and Sonja's genitalia, with the patients' situation.

"Mr. Morris, we need to position you correctly in order to get a clear image," Cristina explained.

"Dr. Yang, move him a little to the left," Annabelle spoke into the microphone from behind the glass, and Cristina obliged as Annabelle, Addison and Meredith looked at the monitors.

"Hey, what are you doing here?" Addison asked with a small smile as Dr. Webber walked into the room and stopped beside Annabelle, looking at Adam and Sonja.

"Oh, I heard about it. I had to see it," he looked at the two for a few seconds, before grimacing as he looked at the two patients strangely. "And I've seen enough,"

"Dr. Yang, I need you to lift him a little as you pull him," Annabelle spoke into the microphone again.

"Trying," Cristina replied, before lifting Adam a little, making Sonja yelp in pain.

"Now, lift his right leg 20 degrees," Richard said into the microphone, and Cristina did just that.

"Ow!" Sonja and Adam both yelled.

"Pain!" Adam yelled.

"Freeze! Hold that position!" Dr. Webber ordered as he, Annabelle and Addison looked at the monitor.

"Okay, now. Dr. Grey. Can you kind of slowly swirl Mrs. Kellman in a counterclockwise direction?" Annabelle spoke up.

"Swirl?" Meredith repeated.

"Swirl?" Sonja echoed.

"Swirl," Cristina said, her voice impatient as she held on to Adam's leg.

"Swirl," Annabelle nodded as she, Addison and Richard all mimicked the motion with their index fingers. Meredith then finally nodded, and stepped over to hold onto Sonja's shoulders, before slowly swirling her in a counterclockwise direction as she was instructed.

"Oh, my God, Sonja," Adam moaned, and Annabelle had to bite her lip to hold her chuckles in.

"Oh, God, Adam, not now," Sonja groaned, embarrassed.

"Careful! Careful!" Richard ordered as he, Addison and Annabelle watched the monitor while Meredith and Cristina tried to get the patients in the right position.

"Oh, my God. Oh, my God," Adam continued to groan, making Meredith and Cristina share a look as they held on to him and Sonja.

"Okay, now, Grey, Yang. On the count of three, I want you to slowly, gently pull them apart," Annabelle instructed, and Meredith raised an eyebrow, "One... two... three," Annabelle counted off, and Meredith and Cristina slowly started to pull Sonja and Adam away from each other, trying to do it as gently as they could as they both yelled in pain.

"Oh, okay, he's having a-"

"Sonja!" Cristina was cut off by Adam's scream of pain.

"Heart attack! He's having a heart attack!" Meredith yelled as she looked at the beeping monitors around them in alarm.

"Oh, thank God. I mean, code blue!" Cristina yelled, and Annabelle quickly grabbed a vest to protect her from the radiation in the room before running inside, Addison and Richard quickly following.

"Okay, he's tearing through his aorta. We need to get him to an O.R. now, or he's gonna die," Annabelle announced as soon as Sonja was pulled off of Adam and he was transported into a room safe from the radiation while Addison worked on Sonja.

"Who's the cardiothoracic surgeon on call?" Richard asked as Cristina continued to exercise CPR on the patient.

"Dr. Harrison, but he's in the middle of surgery," a nurse replied.

"Where's Burke?"

"He's in the conference room, but he's not on the board yet," Cristina replied.

"Well, he is now," Annabelle said, "Let the O.R. know we're coming! Let's move, people!" she ordered, and Cristina quickly jumped onto the gurney to continue CPR as the doctors starting to pull Adam out of the room. "Come on, let's go!"

"Hey," Annabelle greeted with a small smile, walking into the room occupied by Addison and Sonja about half an hour later.

"How's Adam?" Sonja immediately asked.

"He's in surgery right now, our Chief of Cardio is operating, so I promise you he's in safe hands," Annabelle offered her a small, comforting smile. "As soon as we hear something, we'll let you know,"

"Since I removed your I.U.D., you may want to use a backup method," Addison spoke up, giving Sonja a small smile before starting to fill out her chart.

"Oh, I doubt I'll be having sex anytime soon. Once I tell Tom," Sonja said.

"You're... you're gonna tell your husband?" Annabelle asked, not even trying to hide her surprise.

"You know, the first time it happened, I felt so guilty. And I wasn't gonna tell Tom, because it was never gonna happen again," Sonja said. "And then it happened again. And again... And then somewhere along the way, I just... stopped feeling guilty. Yeah... I'm gonna tell my husband... I think the truth just has to come out. You know?"

"You know what I think, Sonja?" Annabelle spoke up after a few seconds, and Sonja turned to look at her, "I think... you are a truly admirable woman. I didn't think I would," she chuckled a little, making Sonja chuckle as well. "But I really do admire you. Because trust me when I say... not many women would have the courage to do what you will do. Am I right, Dr. Montgomery?"

"Yes," Addison answered after a few seconds of silence, seeming to be deep in thought. "Yes, you're right,"

A/N: Hope you all liked reading the chapter as much as I did writing it! It was really interesting writing Addison and Annabelle's relationship, along with Mark and Annabelle's and Annabelle's reactions to everything that's been happening in Seattle Grace. Next chapter onwards we'll get a bit more of everything, starting off with Let the Angels Commit. I want to take Season 3 to establish Annabelle's relationship with Mark and everyone else and her presence in Seattle Grace. I hope you liked the small moment between Annabelle and Mark. If you didn't guess, I'm gonna take their relationship slow ;)

I used this chapter to show that Annabelle has another side to her than just a trauma surgeon. She has her own life, she has her own views on everything, and she has her own thoughts and opinions. She's kind of being nice to everyone now, wanting to fit in and make a good first impression. She can be fairly mean when she wants to be. I mean, she's an attending and the chief of trauma, she must've had to be mean a lot in her career.

Anyway, hope you all enjoyed the chapter and don't forget to review!