Jackson had continued to dial April's phone number every minute. He refused to give up no matter how many times it went unanswered. The alternative, of her never answering was impossible to contemplate. He just couldn't go there.

It had been forty-five minutes since he had entered the ER with his fellow attendings. The same ER that was April's playground. She loved trauma, and adrenaline was her aphrodisiac...literally.
He found that out nearly two years ago in San Francisco. Jackson closed his eyes for a moment and thought back to their first time together.
He remembered every one of her innocent responses to passion, and her boldness by its power.
April was a contradiction in many respects, but to the man who loved her, who understood her, she was perfectly designed.

Jackson had set up a command post of sorts at the ER nurses station. He had continued calling April's phone in between speaking with anyone and everyone from the scene. First responders, patients, even two reporters that been ordered back by the police under the threat of arrest. He had learn two things from it all.
One, there were numerous cars that were crushed beyond recognition, and two, no one had seen a red headed pregnant woman at the scene or amongst the injured.

The site was a mess. That much was clear. They had taken in more than thirty seriously injured victims. Apparently, the construction workers were equally distributed on top and below the overpass. Injuries were so vast it was keeping everyone on their toes. The OR's were full to capacity and they just diverted a chopper to nearby Seattle Presbyterian Hospital. "Come on babe, please let me find you", he whispered to himself, squeezing his eyes shut to block out images of her in one of those crushed cars.
He was suffocating in fear. He needed to concentrate to take air in and let air out.
Richard had not left his side, nor his mother since her arrival after checking his empty apartment.
While they helped with some patients in the ER, they were always close by.

Just than, during what must have been his hundredth call, he heard the receiver of her phone answer.
He would never be able to put into words the amount of relief that flooded through his body.
But it didn't last even a second, as a man answering April's phone brought new horror.

"Who the hell is this?", Jackson forcefully demanded, standing from behind the nurses desk.
The hand he had been running over his shaved head lifting into to air, trying to reach for answers.
Catherine and Richard both realized what was happening and quickly walked to his side.

"My name is Matthew Taylor, and I am with Seattles Search and Rescue. Who am I speaking with?" the voice responded.

The only things Jackson had clearly grasped from that reply was the name, "Matthew Taylor", which was beyond anything he could process right now, and the words "search and rescue", which confirmed his worst fears.
"Matthew, this is Jackson Avery. You have April's phone. Now tell me where the hell is my wife!" he barked.
Jackson was far from in the mood to worry about past hurts between them.

"The woman in the car is April", Matthew voiced in a daze.
He pulled the phone away from his ear and looked down, dumbfounded by life's twist of fate.
"Oh my God. She's, she's trapped in her car", Matthew continued, once he put the phone back to his ear.
"Katy, or ahh, Lt. Green is extricating her now. Umm , her vitals are good, no oblivious lacerations that could be seen, but she is still unconscious". Matthew felt like he was in the middle of a sick reality show.

Jackson couldn't believe what he was hearing. They had finally got their happily ever after.
After struggling for so long to finally say the words, and now his whole world was being ripped out from under him.
"She's trapped? Where? How? You need to talk to me man," Jackson spewed out through gritted teeth, now pacing around the nurses station.

Hearing the one sided conversation, and seeing his tightly clenched jaw, Catherine quickly grab for Jackson free hand, trying to infuse her strength while calming his nervous movements at the same time.
Owen, Arizona, and Callie had also caught some of the conversation causing them to halt in their tracks.

Richard had the presence of mind to grab the phone and put it on speaker. He knew Jackson was just to emotional right now to think clearly.
"Hello. This is Dr. Richard Weber of Grey Sloan Memorial Hospital. I have you on speaker", he said as he placed the phone on the counter of the nurses station.
With whom am I speaking", the former chief inquired, as everyone quieted down and gathered around the device.

"Hello Dr. Weber, this is Matthew Taylor. I am working with Search and Rescue".

Everyone's eyes went directly to Jackson as the impossibility of what was happening was evident in their expressions.

"April was on 95, under the 404 overpass when it collapsed." Matthew began. "A steel beam prevented a full impact to her vehicle, though it did sustain pretty significant damage. We have the slab secure right now with air jacks, and Lt. Green has just taken the portable jaws of life to finish prying open the drivers door. Lt. Green is unaccompanied as there just isn't enough room for more than one rescue worker. April is wedged between the steering wheel and center console, so she can only be remove through the drivers door, which is jammed.
We have an ambulance waiting, and we will get her to you as soon as she's out."

Matthew was at a lost as to what else to say.
He knew Jackson wanted every detail, but it sounded a lot worst than it look right now. April was actually one of the lucky ones, if you could say lucky in this situation. If Jackson had seen the pulverized cars they pasted to get to this spot, he would understand that things were far from bleak.
So he was going to tread carefully. He thought to himself what would he want to hear had it been Katy.
"Jackson", he directed in a tone that was sympathetic, "Lt Green is one of the best we have. Right now, given the circumstances, you couldn't ask for anyone better to be there with April. I have a visual from my position.
Do you want to stay on the line or do you want me to call you back when she's out?" he knew they were the details he would want to hear if the situation was reversed.

Jackson audibly swallowed the lump that was in his throat.
"Please stay on the line and give us updates", he couldn't keep the partial sob from his reply.

Catherine wrapped her son in her arms.
"Shhh, it's going to be fine. They are going to be fine", she said as she rub her hand up and down is back.

Everyone stood at the nurse's station anxiously waiting for an update. Jo and Meredith had just walked up to them, having just lost their patient in the OR. Callie pulled them aside to explain the situation so that Jackson did not have to relive the details.

"It looks like she is coming to", Matthew said having seen April's arm moving to her belly. Than they all heard it...thick steel snapping like a bomb...