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Chapter 9: Scripts and Surgeries.
It was the morning after Elena's 3 a.m. visit, well, later in the morning. Nicolette pulled on a pair of jeans, a black tank top and a soft Victoria's Secret sweatshirt- her walk in closet was amazing, there were couches in the room and everything- before coming downstairs to breakfast. Where Christian was reading a newspaper and Ana was stirring a cup of tea.
"Morning... again..." Nicolette tried to joke, Ana turned her head from the teacup and smiled.
"There's my future boxing champion!" Christian dropped the newspaper to the table after Ana said that.
"Like hell that's going to happen." Christian gave Ana a playful glare, before turning his head to Nicolette. "C'mere, let me see that hand of yours."
Nicolette shrugged and walked over to Christian as Gail placed a bowl of cereal in front of a chair for her.
"Thank you Ms-" Nicolette started.
"Oh sweetie, call me Gail." Nicolette nodded as Christian ran his hand over the knuckles of Nicolette's left hand. He tensed as his fingers ran over the simple diamond ring that rested on his daughter's middle finger.
"Definiatly bruised, I'll have my mom look over them later today. She works in the pediatric wing of Seattle Grace Hospital. We will discuss that ring later, though it would probably be best if you remove the ring to let it heal." Christian advised. Ana looked over Nicolette's shoulder.
"Did Max give you that?" Ana asked.
"Yeah, he told me that it was his promise to find me again." Nicolette answered, Christian nodded.
"I'm sure Mia put a jewelry box in that closet of yours." Nicolette nodded, before she sat down in front of the cereal bowl. She spooned cereal into her mouth while listening to her dad say what was going to happen today.
"Alright, if you are so sure that you want Ana and I to go to work today." To which, Nicolette nodded vehemently with a mouth full of food causing both parents to chuckle and shake their heads. "If you are so very sure about this, then I want you to join us for lunch. I'll have Ryan drive you to my office at lunchtime after you've met with my mom to get that hand of yours x-rayed. Stay in the house and do not further injure your hand, please." Christian asked, Nicolette nodded.
"When do I start school?" Nicolette asked. Christian and Ana shrugged.
"I think Seattle schools are out for the summer, I will look for a school for you though." Christian said, Nicolette nodded and went back to her cereal. When it was done Ana kissed her forehead and Christian gave her a smile.
"By baby girl. Have fun at home." Ana teased, Nicolette laughed as her parents left. It had barely been a day and she already thought of Christian and Ana like they were her parents. Well, they were, but still for so long it had been McKenzie and Mike, even though they weren't married.
She felt like she was betraying them, even though she knew that Ana and Christian deserved a chance to be her parents.
God her hand hurt, the bruising looked much better than it felt... not that she was going to tell Christian or Ana that.
"Miss Grey, I would suggest you get changed for the hospital, we will be leaving before nine." Ryan says, Nicolette nods before giving him a small glare.
"Nicolette, not Miss Grey." Ryan cracks a small smile and nods back at her.
Nicolette sighed and walked off to her room. Along one of the walls that was opposite of her bed, that sat strategically were she could see the glass door at the end of the hall, but no sunlight could actually reach her to wake her up, were two doors. One led to a posh bathroom with a tub that was in the floor (in the middle of the bathroom) and could fit four of her, a shower that could fit the same amount- that's door was morphed glass, with about fifty different shades of blue as the backsplash. The shower heads were all around the circular shape of the shower, and there was the option of plugging in an IPhone- to which she found her very own IPhone, the most recent of its kind, sitting on her nightstand this morning with all of her contacts uploaded already and a new email logged in with the first email in it.
Always answer.
Love,
Christian
The wall that the front of the tub faced was a TV that filled the entire wall. There was a large, IPad like remote by the tub on some marble pedestal thing. There she had found another note.
Have fun and don't worry about getting this thing wet, or dropping it in the bath!
Uncle Elliot
She had a gorgeous sink and mirror on the side of the tub that the shower wasn't on, and the walls were a soft shade of blue. And by listening in on a conversation that Christian had with Elliot during the dinner, the soft tile floors were slip proof and a cushy landing.
Ana had told her that Christian was a worry-wart when it came to his families' security, and that Christian would not allow anything to bring harm to her.
After having a quick shower and wrapping herself in some of the fluffiest towels ever, Nicolette walked through the door that adjoined her closet and bathroom.
While it seemed that Elliot and Christian had put their heads together for her bathroom, and Elliot, Kate and Mia had designed her bedroom with the minor touches of Grace and Carrick (Seeing how the secret bunker above her sitting area actually doubled as her own panic room. Though it was more entertaining than others it could still go under full lock down with a small button in the panic room itself.) But her closet was obviously Mia, Grace and Kate.
The walls were a dark shade of blue, with a soft white carpet and a comfortable dark blue couch/chair thing in the middle of the room. Two out of the four walls were lined with racks of clothing, while the fourth wall shared a full length mirror and shoe shelf. One of the three walls held purses and wallets on a shelf above a vanity that could give the perfect amount of lighting needed to preform the perfect make up procedures- if Nicolette knew any- and had drawers that held the make up in perfect order, brushes in the first drawer on the right hand side, the second drawer held pluckers, tweezers, finger nail clippers, toe nail clippers, etc., the third drawer held hand mirrors, and the fourth drawer held to-go make up bags.
While the drawers on the left side were something else, the first drawer held foundations, concealers and lotions. The second drawer held everything to do with eyes and eyebrows, the third drawer held lip stuff and the fourth drawer held nail polishes.
Hair brushes, hairspray, straighteners and a wand (the curler used to make amazing curls), along with make up remover stuff were in a drawer between both sets of drawers. Hair stuff on one side and make up remover stuff on the other.
In every corner of the room were more drawers, some held winter clothes- or what Nicolette assumed were winter clothes, somehow the cold weather had always missed Haven- others held umbrellas and waterproof gloves that were still classy.
Some drawers held leggings and shorts. Everything varied.
On the cushy couch/chair thing was a note.
We hope you love it! And are so happy that you are apart of our family.
Love from us all,
Grace, Mia and Kate.
Nicolette shook her head, and located the hair drier from the middle drawer. Once her wild red hair was dried, brushed, straightened, rebrushed, and styled with her bangs pulled back from her head with bobby pins, Nicolette wandered around her closet.
And after twenty minutes of exploring, she checked the weather app and decided on a pair of dark wash jeans, a black tank top- that she located from one of the random drawers, a grey sweater with matching knee high grey boots.
She pulled a bright blue scarf on with a matching bracelet, bright blue stones with a silver outline holding them in place.
Delicately she put on mascara and some clear lip-gloss. Shrugging at her image in the mirror Nicolette left the closet through her room entrance and left her room entirely- only to run into Ryan.
"Miss- I mean- Nicolette, it's time to meet your grandmother at the hospital." Nicolette sighed, but followed Ryan and Reynolds to an Audi- Reynolds opening the back door for her and watching her buckle in, before closing the door. Ryan drove while Reynolds sat in the passenger seat. No one spoke.
000...000...000... With Dr. Grace Trevelyan Grey... And I am sorry, I couldn't resist a crossover thing here with Grey's Anatomy
Grace smiled at Dr. Richard Webber.
"Again Richard, I am so glad you agreed to do this for me. I have no clue why my son demanded that Nicolette should get a x-ray of her hand. He just told me that she had an accident." Grace sighed.
"I remember that son of yours very well, my dear Grace, and trust me. We will probably get more information out of little Nicolette." Dr. Webber laughed.
"She is nearly seventeen, hardly little, Dr." Grace joked.
"Alright, I am going to get Dr. Callie Torres on this, along with her best intern. Your granddaughter will have the best x-ray experience of her life. You will be there, won't you?" Dr. Webber asked, Grace nodded.
"My son is just sending Nicolette with her security, he trusts me to be able to identify what is wrong." Grace snorted. A commotion caught their attention as they passed the stairs, and all Grace could see was a small, redheaded blur tumble down a flight of stairs as a doctor shoves past her and two men in suits reach out to grab the air that has replaced the redhead's body.
"Nicolette!" Grace shouted.
000...000...000..000 Ryan's Point of View
It was all a blur, Miss Grey was walking down the stairs one or two steps ahead of us, her earphones in and bopping her head to some music. I could hear three people behind me talking about the food.
"It's Mango Monday today!" The first voice shouted, male, mid twenties.
"Hell yes!" Female, mid twenties.
"Damn, why are we walking so fucking slow?" Female, early thirties.
"Some teenager has her phone out." The young female this time, a female snicker. Uh oh.
"Watch this, page me, 911." The male. A pager goes off, Reynolds and I move out of the way just as the burly man shoots past us, both Reynolds and I reach to grab Miss Grey, but the man had barreled into her. Miss Grey doesn't make a noise as she hits the stairs and then the floor.
Reynolds and I move- fast.
"Call T!" I shout reaching the small slip of a sixteen year old. Reynolds complies, I gently remove the one earphone that did not get violently ripped out of her ear on the fall and pull her head up into my hands.
"Nicolette!" Dr. Trevelyan Grey, she and an African American looking man rush to our sides.
"She hit her head, repeatedly." I say quickly, the man looks over his shoulder and shouts.
"Page Shepard! Now! 911!" Three nurses rush to a phone- the same phone.
"Nicolette, sweetheart, can you hear me?" Grace asks softly.
"Yes, I can hear you, but why are you shouting?" Nicolette asks softly, the two Doctors' eyes widen. And the man looks over his shoulder again.
"Where the hell is Shepard!?" He shouts. Nicolette groans at the noise.
"Right here, sir." A man with black hair, with a little too much hair product shows up at my side.
"Dr. Derek Shepard, are you her father?" He asks me, Dr. Trevelyan Grey snorts.
"No, Derek, he's her security guard, I'm her Grandmother." Dr. Trevelyan Grey corrects he nods.
"Reynolds called T, T is dealing with the boss and Ana." I say, Dr. Trevelyan Grey nods.
The doctor with too much hair product checks Miss Grey's eyes, they are dilated, and won't do the reverse. Shit.
"Definite concussion. I need a MRI and a CT before I can say more, Grace, can I have your permission to do my job?" The doctor asks.
"Just save my granddaughter, check for more injuries, especially her hand, the left- she hurt it, that's why she's here in the first place." Grace says.
"Page Torres! Have her meet me at the MRI! What's this girl's name?" The doctor with too much hair product asks.
"Nicolette Grey." Dr. Trevelyan Grey answers, the doctor nods and Nicolette is put on a gurney and is moved quickly by the doctor with too much hair product, one with blonde hair and greenish-blue eyes, and an Asian looking woman.
Not five minutes after that the boss shows up with Ana by his side- and tearstains on her face- with Taylor and Sawyer following them closely.
"What the hell happened!?" Boss yells. The African American looking doctor steps up with the three people that were chatting behind us.
The man was about my height with shaggy, blonde hair and hard green eyes. The younger woman had shoulder length black hair with light hazel eyes. And the older woman had long blonde hair with dark hazel eyes. All three wore light blue scrubs and white lab coats.
"These three are your culprits, sir. You see they wanted to get to lunch faster, and your daughter was taking her time on the stairs while she was sending a text message, she didn't want to fall and ended up in the floor anyways." The man glared at his three workers.
"What we had been working twelve hours straight? I don't understand why she couldn't wait five minutes to send the message." The older woman hissed, the boss' eyes darkened considerably.
"My daughter is in one of those rooms with a list of injuries that I have yet to find out about. I am sorry that you were hungry, but before you put numerous people in harm's way you should have been able to wait." He hissed through gritted teeth.
"Look, man, I'm so sorry about your daughter. I meant to grab her and set her down... just scare her a bit... I lost my footing, and we both fell, man I'm so fucking sorry." The only man looked more than remorseful, he looked like he was giving himself hell over this.
A short African American woman shows up, with the Asian looking woman by her side.
"The Grey family." She calls out. Boss scrubs his face.
"Right here." Ana calls out. The woman walks towards us.
"I am Dr. Miranda Bailey, I am a resident here at Seattle Grace, I teach the interns and right now I am teaching Dr. Yang here how to talk to patients' families. Now, Dr. Yang pay attention." The Asian looking woman sent her resident a glare.
"Your daughter will be fine, Dr. Shepard has taken her into surgery because a blood vessel ruptured somewhere in her fall, but he is the best brain surgeon in the U.S, and I mean it, and Dr. Torres is setting your daughter's left wrist- which broke in the fall, but the only unexplained injury would be the cracked knuckle, which is also being set. Would you care to explain that one?" Dr. Bailey asked, with a pointed glare.
"We had an uninvited guest in our home last night. She called Nicolette some pretty nasty things, before Nicolette punched her in the nose pretty hard." Ana said instantly. Dr. Bailey laughed.
"I knew that girl had spunk. Now, you don't worry about your daughter, and just sit here and fill out the required forms for the emergency surgery, that has a low mortality rate and the best surgeon in the U.S and wait for my next update." with that the doctor turned and left, followed by the lost looking intern.
A hour and seventeen minutes go by with a cranky boss, worried Ana, and three updates.
Her wrist and knuckle were set.
The surgery is almost over.
She flat lined, followed by an instant. "She's alive, I swear, they brought her back. Oh god. Um, she was gone for like thirty seconds- more like two minutes... Oh wait! Um... She's fine!" The intern fled after that with a rather pissed looking resident after her.
The doctor with too much hair product came into view, and walked right toward us.
"Your daughter is fine, we had one rough patch where she scared all of us, but she is fine and I expect that she will be so good when she wakes up that she will want something to eat." The doctor joked.
"What happened to make her flat line? The intern freaked us all out." Mia asked, sometime in all of the madness, the rest of the Grey family had joined us.
"Her brain swelled a bit too much, causing the body to panic and shut down. It is not unnatural and all of us expected it to happened and were prepared to work against it." The doctor answered honestly.
"Can we go see her?" Ana whispered.
"Two at a time and in room L4587. Fourth Floor." The doctor nodded. Ana and Christian were waved to go first, and they did, leaving all of us behind.
)000)000) With Ana and Christian back to Third Person.
Christian and Ana gave a shocked gasp when they found the small red head tucked in the plain white bed of the plain white room, in the plain white dressing gown.
Her head was wrapped with a bandage, and a blue cast was around her left wrist, her middle finger on that hand was braced.
"Hey little fighter... Soon things will get brighter." Ana whispered.