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April was having a bad day. Not just an, I don't want to go to work bad day, or an I have a headache kind of bad day. No. Today was a day when nothing good happened, at all. When she drove to work, she got a flat tire ten miles from the hospital. Her patient, a twenty year old male with a gsw to the shoulder, had an a seizure and died on the operating table. And later, when she went to the bar for a drink, someone spilled beer all down her blouse. Her favorite blouse! Sure April had had bad days before, but this one was exceptionally bad. Probably because it ended with her almost getting hit by a semi.

17 Hours Earlier

"I have a bad feeling about today, Jackson." She announced to her besit friend that morning in the lounge. She was sitting on the bench, tying her favorite Nike shoes tightly. "It's just one of those days when nothing feels right. I got a flat tire on the way to work. If that is not a bad sign, I don't know what is!" Jackson gave her a skeptical look.

"You are probably just tired. I mean, I would be if I had just come off a 48 hour shift." Jackson teased her as he changed into his scrubs. April stared at him as he pulled off his shirt, revealing his chiseled chest and arms. She watched his muscles tense as he bent over to get a fresh scrub top. What she would give to go up and…No! Bad April! She thought to herself. Get your mind away from there! She shook her head, trying to shake those dirty thoughts from her mind. She looked down. Crap! She thought. While she was gawking at Jackson, she had tied her shoelaces together. What an idiot.

"You can tease me all you want Avery. But don't come crying to me when your day is crappy. If you do, I'll smack you in the face with a big I told you so!" April retorted back, attempting to casually untie her laces without Jackson noticing.

"Fine. Fine. I believe you." He raised his hands, surrendering to April. Just then, April's pager went off. She jumped up, having successfully untied her shoes, and picked up her pager. 911 Pit, it read.

"There's a trauma coming soon. Hunt paged me to help him with it. Wish me luck!" She smiled as she ran out of the lounge. Oh boy! April thought. She loved trauma. Well, she didn't love the trauma itself, that would be sick, but she did love the cool surgeries it brought with it.

April ran through the hallway, and pushed through the trauma center doors. The room was full of activity. Torres was in bay 1, popping a young man's shoulder back in place. Sloan was in bay 2, suturing up a nasty head laceration. Dr. Shepard and Mrs., sorry, Dr. Grey, (she never knew what to call Meredith) were in bay 5 holding down a little girl that seemed to be having a very violent seizure. April scanned the room, looking for her fellow redhead doctor. Her eyes caught a glimpse of his flaming hair just outside the ambulance entrance. April grabbed a bright yellow trauma gown from the dispenser on the wall and ran towards him.

"Dr. Hunt?" She called as she ran out into the ambulance bay. Snow fell silently onto the asphalt. Small layers of ice were forming on the sliding glass doors. Gray clouds were layered overhead, dropping snow like, well, snow. "You paged me." She came to a stop next to the trauma surgeon. He wore no sleeves to cover his arms coat and had snow coating his hands. He looked cold, but he didn't seem to mind. He gave her a smile.

"Yeah. I did. We've got a trauma coming in. A 20 year old male with a GSW to a shoulder. Bank robbery." Owen told her. He had a smile on his face, but she could see in his eyes that he was sad. Hunt always took shootings personally, he had stared at the face of a gun so many times. He always gave them special attention. And, since their own traumatic experience a few months prior, shooting cases always tugged at the heartstrings of the doctors at Seattle Grace.

April has always admired . Ever since the shooting, she had gained a new respect for trauma and finally began to understand the struggles Owen had faced in his life. Being able to perform well under pressure was something that April found truly amazing about him. The two locked eyes for a moment, neither said a word.

"It looks like we may have a blizzard on our hands." Owen said quickly, pulling his blue eyes away from April's strong gaze. April turned away, looking out onto the street, and she saw what Owen was talking about. The snow was beginning to fall thicker, and a layer at least 4 inches thick had formed on the road. The bright flashes of the ambulance's lights broke through the white barrier of snow in the sky, startling both doctors. The vehicle raced up the street and came to a screeching halt outside the ER. A paramedic hopped out of the front and ran to open up the back door.

"20 year old man with a GSW to the shoulder. Had a BP of 90/50 in the field. There was massive blood loss. He lost consciousness about 15 minutes ago and hasn't come back since."

The paramedic opened the back doors and assisted in picking up the stretcher and putting it on the gurney. Owen and April took the gurney from the paramedics and pushed it inside.

"Dr. Shepard took his girl up to surgery, so bay 5 is clear. You can put him in there. Assess and dress the wound. Run a full work up and get me x-rays of the shoulder." Hunt sent April off to bay 5 and she did as she was told. April cleaned the blood away and examined the wound. The bullet left a small hole in his left shoulder. It was still oozing blood slowly. April,dragged in the portable x-Ray and positioned it directly over the young man's shoulder. She pulled a protective vest over her torso and took the pictures. Five minutes later Nurse Olivia came back with her images.

"Crap." April groaned aloud a she examined the image. "The picture says that the bullet went through the shoulder and into the chest, and lodged itself in his rib cage." April lifted up his arm to investigate, and sure enough, there were holes from where the bullet left the shoulder and entered the chest. "This is not going to be as easy as we thought. Someone paige Hunt."

5 Hours Later

"April, it's not your fault. Nobody could have foreseen what happened. There was no way we could have known that he had unnaturally thin blood vessels. Sometimes arteries burst. There is nothing you could have done." Hunt assured Kepner while they scrubbed out of surgery. Their GSW patient died on the table from massive blood loss. He had just lost 180 pounds and his blood vessels were extremely thin and weak. Sadly, they found that out right after his aorta had blown in the middle of surgery. His blood began clotting and the lack of oxygen made him have a seizure mid-surgery. April and Owen had tried to save him, but he had bled out to quickly and he died on the table.

"I know. I just wish we could've saved him. I mean, he was only 20." April sniffled as she fought back tears. The young man's death reminded her of the death of her best friend Reed a few months prior. It's just not fair. You shouldn't be allowed to die before you ever really live. The thought of Reed made her sad, and obviously her face showed it because, almost instantly, Owen put on a softer expression.

"You can leave now April." Owen said softly, patting her on the back. "I'll go and tell his mother. I don't think that you're in any shape to talk to the family." He took his hand off her back and headed out of the scrub room. April wanted to protest, but she knew that the attending was right. She was in no shape to talk to a family. Her eyes were puffy, her hair was a mess, and her makeup was smeared everywhere. Wow! she thought as she looked at her reflection. You look ugly!

45 Minutes Later

"Give me another beer Joe." April said grumpily as she sat down at the bar across from the hospital.

"Did you lose a patient or something?" Joe, the bartender questioned April as he pulled a beer out and slid it across the bar.

"Yeah." April let out a quiet response, signaling that she did not want to talk about it. Joe picked up on this and backed off, leaving her alone at the end of the bar. The redhead sulked by herself, electing to ignore the stares from the multiple of hospital employees that were in the bar with her. They're staring at you. She thought. They've all lost patients before. But when they lose patients, they don't close themselves off from everyone else. Yeah, well they aren't 27 year-old virgins with like, two friends. April argued with herself.

April stayed at the bar for a few hours, drinking who knows how many beers. Slowly, her mind began slipping in and out of soberness and drunkenness. That's when she knew it was time to head home. She didn't want to show up at work with a hangover,nor smelling like booze.

"Put it on my tab Joe." April said groggily. Joe looked at her questioningly, debating whether or not he should take her keys. April, reading his mind, shot him a quick answer. "Don't worry. My car had a flat tire. I'm going to take the bus." She nodded assuringly, grabbed her coat, and walked out the door.

"Holy crap." April said aloud when she walked outside. The snow was falling thicker than ever. Now a 10 inch layer of snow covered the ground. April trudged down the block to the bus station, regretting not wearing her waterproof boots. She scrape a layer of snow off the bench and sat down at the bus stop, hoping that the busses were still running in this weather. Pleas! she thought. I don't want to sit here all night. April sat there, alone for 5 minutes, running over the events of the day in her mind. After 10 minutes, April began to doubt that the busses were running. Come to think of it, she had only seen about 3 cars the entire 10 minutes. Deciding that a bus was not coming, April got up off the bench. She decided to go back to the hospital and sleep in an on-call room.

The redhead began to cross the street to the hospital. She has no idea if she was jaywalking or not, but it didn't really matter. There were no cars on the road. She sloshed through the murky, muddy road water and stepped in a giant puddle. Great. She thought sarcastically. April pulled her now soaking foot out of the puddle and finished her trudge across the street. She heard a buzzing noise behind her and turned around, and looked for the source of the noise, but the snow was so thick, that she couldn't see anything. April shrugged and kept walking. The buzzing got louder. April turned again just in time to see it. A semi.

Time seemed to stop as the semi plowed through the snow, straight at her. April couldn't move. She was paralyzed with fear. The semi was not far from her. April finally understood what her patients meant when they said that their life flashed before their eyes. April began seeing images of her childhood home, her family's farm, her sisters, her college roommate,her med-school friends, Jackson. April finally closed her eyes, accepting the fact that she was going to die. The last thing April remembered was someone running into her and hitting her head on the pavement. Then she blacked out.