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Chapter 18: No Harm

Meanwhile inside Grey Memorial Hospital, the building shook and people yelped in fear as the explosion at the Mall was felt around the city. Rushing into the ER Doctor Owen Hunt turned on the news to see the first horrifying images of a partially collapsed Mall located only a few miles away from their hospital. Going into full Trauma mode, he began barking orders to the Nurses, Interns, Residents and Attending's in preparation for the onslaught of injured people that would be arriving from the Mall. Running into each OR, he checked on his people to let them know about the explosion so that they could finish up their procedures and get ready. Doctor Derek Shepherd had just completed a craniotomy when they had felt the explosion, so he quickly closed up the patient and was scrubbing out when Doctor Hunt arrived.

"What the hell was that? Earthquake?" Derek asked Owen as he dried off his arms.

"No a massive explosion just ripped through a Mall a few miles away and we're going to get hit with multiple victims." He answered and watched as Derek yanked the surgical gown off his scrubs before throwing it in the laundry bin.

"Damn it! I'm supposed to have an interview with Doctor Scott in a half an hour; she's only here to till tomorrow morning."

"Sorry Shep….I know how interested you are in this young woman for your fellowship program. Maybe she can come back tomorrow morning before her flight leaves." Owen said running back to the ER.

Going to the phone, he called the visitors desk to leave a message for Doctor Scott explaining the situation and asked that she call him later to set up another interview time. Hanging up, he sighed and made his way through the people rushing in the hallways as they prepared for the trauma patients to arrive. Reaching the ER, he pulled on a trauma gown and felt hands begin to fasten the ties; looking over his shoulder, Meredith gave him a sad smile. Turning around he wrapped her in his arms and kissed the top of her head before they both headed outside to wait for the first Ambulance to arrive. It was going to be a long day.

At the Mall, Allison had been able to shift her body during the floors collapse, so that she absorbed most of the impact when they landed on the rubble down on the next level. The young mother had been briefly knocked unconscious and appeared to have a dislocated shoulder, but otherwise looked okay. Allison quickly checked for injuries on the frightened and screaming baby in her arms, but he appeared to be unharmed except for coughing on the cement dust filling the air. With her enhanced eyesight, Allison could see outside light coming in through a smashed outside window 20 feet away. Placing the baby in his mother's uninjured arm, Allison took off her scarf and tied it around them to make a makeshift baby sling and then guided then toward the light until they could feel fresh air.

"You need to get away from the building! Head toward the outside parking lot, there should be rescuers arriving soon." Allison directed.

"Wait… what about you?" the woman asked confused about what just happened.

"I'm a Doctor; I'm going back to help more people!" Allison explained and then rushed back inside.

Making her way through the twisted metal and concrete debris, Allison yelled through the hazy light "There's a way out over here!" and began directing the mobile survivors toward the outside before going deeper into the damaged mall. The cement dust was beginning to settle, so she could now see the huge smoking hole near the center of the mall and knew it was deep enough to reach the lower parking lot. All around the hole lay the charred bodies of people caught in the initial explosion and flash fire; she knew there was nothing she could do for them and began moving away from the hole toward the sound of someone yelling for help. Reaching an area where the 2nd story walkway had collapsed, she found an older gentleman partially trapped under a metal beam and easily lifted it off of him while assessing the damage. Seeing that his right lower tibia had a compound fracture; Allison gently ripped the sleeve off of his jacket and wrapped it around his leg to staunch the blood flow. He screamed in pain, but had begged her to help his wife who was lying a few feet away in pool of blood. Making her way to her side, Allison could see brain matter mixed in the blood and knew that the woman had died instantly from falling debris. Going back to the man she was about to lift him up when a powerful light temporarily blinded her and a fireman rushed to her side.

"Ma'am, you need to get outside. It's not safe in here." He said trying to pull her away from the injured man.

"No, I'm a Doctor…. I can help." She replied, checking the man's pulse.

"Ma'am, we're going to get this guy out of here. Please come with us." Demanded another fireman as they put her patient on a stretcher to carry him out, "if you are a Doctor there are a lot of people outside that need your help, the ambulances are just now arriving to do Triage." Allison nodded her head in agreement and began to follow them out when she heard a third fireman calling for assistance. Running to the sound of his voice, she found him huddled over a boy, who looked about 12 years old; he had been impaled in the chest by a large piece of glass. Moving to his side, she looked at the fireman and said, "I'm a Doctor." He nodded in understanding; happy to see someone who could help him stabilize the trapped boy. Looking down, she could see that the glass had pierced the boy's small chest at an angle from his shoulder toward his heart but couldn't tell how extensive the damage was; opening the fireman's medical bag, she began pulling out pressure gauze so that she could pack the wound around the glass.

"We need to get him cut him away from the large piece of glass without moving the one that's in his body. Right now it's keeping him from bleeding out. I'm going to start an IV, but you need to go get more help." She watched him nod in agreement and head outside. Hearing a moan, she looked back down to see that he was starting to wake up and needed him to stay as still and calm as possible.

"Shhh, I need you to lie as still as possible you were hurt in an accident. Can you tell me your name?" she asked wiping the cement dust off of his face. He moaned again but whispered "Sam", she smiled and continued, "Hey Sam, my name is Allison, can you tell me your last name, who were you with?"

"Kingston," he slurred trying to fight going back to sleep, but he hurt everywhere. "Here… with my friends…..Nick… and Mike… we…. we skipped school…. New game ….. Out."

"Ahh skipping out on school aren't you a sneaky fellow." She joked trying to keep thing light, yet all the while quietly monitoring his stats.

"Y..You sound like the D..Doctor." He whispered.

"Well aren't you a clever boy… actually I am a Doctor." She chuckled and watched him struggle to focus on her.

"N..n…no your accent… you sound like the D…Doctor from the t..tv show D..Doctor W…Who."

"Oh, the one where he's a time traveler in a blue box." she said realizing that he was identifying her British accent to a Sci-Fi show that was popular with kids all over the world. "Yes… well we do sound similar." Hearing rushing feet headed in her direction, she knew help would be here soon and then they could get him to a hospital.

"Sam, the firemen are coming to get you out of here and then we're going to get you to a hospital. I need you to be brave, okay?"

"Kaaaay," he whispered then passed out.

Fifteen minutes later they had cut the boy away from the larger piece of glass and carried him to a nearby ambulance, while she held the glass chard steady. Seeing that the medics were about to protest her getting inside with the boy she just shouted "I'm a doctor and I'm coming with you!" and began helping the medic prep him for his arrival at the hospital.

"Which hospital are we going too?" she asked yelling over the siren.

"The closet hospital is Grey Memorial, it's 10 minutes out!" he yelled back, taking in her dirty clothes and hair. She was covered in a layer of white cement dust and had blood streaked across her cheek and on her clothes.

"Where you at the Mall when it exploded?" he asked, then watched her nod in acknowledgement. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, I was outside when it happened." She lied; not wanting to explain how she had escaped injury, then realized he had said they were headed to Grey Memorial. 'This is not how I wanted the day to go.' She thought and mentally began preparing herself to see the people she had once called her family.

Within moments, the ambulance screeched to a halt and the doors flew open to reveal a multitude of faces in yellow trauma gowns; jumping down she focused on the job and began rattling off the boy's vital signs and information about his injury, while she continued to keep pressure on his wound. Rushing into the room, Doctor Hunt took in the young dust covered woman applying pressure and moved to take charge of the situation.

"I'm Doctor Hunt; you need to move out of the way so my people can work!" He demanded and made his way over to the boy to push her out of the way.

"I don't think so! He's my patient and I'm going to see this through!" she argued and stood her ground. Stunned that she was arguing with him, he took a step back and really looked at her for the first time; his heart jumped for a moment when he realized that underneath the dust and blood, he was looking into the face that still haunts him in his dreams. The face of Lexie Grey….the young woman he had accidentally killed by hiring a mechanically troubled airline.

"Doctor Hunt?" she asked watching as his face went white. Her British accent sparked a memory that Doctor Shepherd was supposed to interview a young doctor from England that looked like Lexie. "Are you Doctor Allison Scott?" he asked as his face relaxed in relief when he realized she wasn't a ghost.

"Yes, I am. Will you allow me privileges?" Allison replied, happy that he had gotten over his initial shock of seeing her face. It would seem Richard Webber had pre-warned the Attending's about her appearance. "I'll be more than willing to help wherever you need me if you allow me to assist with this boy."

"Yes of course, we'll take any help we can get. But I need you to get cleaned up first." Looking toward one of the Interns he directed. "Take Doctor Scott to the Attending's locker room to get showered and get her a pair of scrubs and some shoes." Nodding the Intern quickly made her way to the door and waited to be followed.

"Go, with Doctor Ryan, and then meet me in OR2 in 15 minutes." Allison nodded in agreement and followed the intern.

Exactly 7 minutes later she was out of the shower and into a clean pair of scrubs; the industrious intern had even found a pair clean socks and shoes to wear. Walking out of the Attending's locker room, she began looking for the intern while pulling her hair into a ponytail. Not paying attention, she bumped into another body and quickly steadied them before they fell to the floor.

"Oh I'm so sorry," she began until the familiar scent of soap and cologne made her stop. Slowly she raised her eyes from her hands clasping the muscled forearms, up to his chest and broad shoulders until she was looking into the blue eyes of the man she loved. Mark's expression was one of shock and disbelief, which lead her to think that not everyone had been told of her arrival.

"Doctor Scott, they're waiting for you." The intern called out.

Trying to remain calm and keep up the charade of not knowing who he was; Allison gave him a small but impersonal smile and pulled away from his arms to follow the intern down the hall. Reaching the doorway, she gave a quick glance back to see that he was still watching her but was now leaning against the wall half bent over like he was having trouble breathing.

'Damn it! I knew I should have stayed away!' she thought angrily to herself; still following the intern to OR 2. Mark's face had said it all; she had just reopened a closed wound.