10 Epic Scrub Room Moments pt. 1. Here I am 🙃 After the Elevator scenes, it's time to celebrate some epic #ScrubRoomMoments. 🧼 MerDer shared some of the most iconic scenes there, and Meredith even "danced" with Derek's ghost or recall her miracle dream in a scrub room. The dialogue between April and Meredith during the shooting episode is one of the most perfect things of whole Grey's. Ellis Grey's ashes belong to the OR 2 thanks to Mer and Richard. Besides, scrub rooms is where death is quite often announced. "Sing, Cindy Lou, sing," is my favourite moment between Mer and Jackson, I think. I didn't expect it. And the (almost) goodbyes of Mertina and Merlex rip me apart. There's definitely going to be a part 2, cause I have many more in mind. 😄 ✏️ Comment your favourites or let me know which Scrub Room scene would you like to see next! #greysanatomy #greys #MerDer #Mertina #Merlex #Merthan #Omelia #MerJackson #meredithgrey #cristinayang #alexkarev #derekshepherd #owenhunt #ellisgrey #richardwebber #aprilkepner #jacksonavery #GSMHplaces #scrubroom #merderscrubroom #merderedit #greysisgrace #explorepage #greysabc #greysanatomyedits #greysedit #seattlegracehospital #greysloanmemorialhospital https://www.instagram.com/p/CUsCevxNw9J/?utm_medium=tumblr
Synopsis - You are doing a surgery on a man and he asks to speak to you alone. He kisses you against your will and Mark steps in to help.
Word Count - 1.9k+
**Warnings** man forcing himself on reader
***Please don’t read if sensitive***
“Dr. Karev, go ahead.” I say. I look at the patient that we are treating. I’m an attending In plastics like Dr. Sloan, and we are working on a patient together.
“John Christian. Thirty-seven years old. He wants to have a forehead lift, a chest tightening and a hairline correction surgery. He has currently been having Botox for two years.” I nod at him, and thank him. He hands me the chart.
“So, Dr. Y/l/n and I were thinking we could do the surgeries simultaneously, and get it done quicker. Would that be okay for you?” Sloan asks Mr. Christian. Mr. Christian looks at me and smiles. I take as him being nice, so I smile back.
“As long as Dr. Y/l/n will be in there, I’ll do anything. The more time I get to spend with her, the better.”
“I will be in there.” I smile.
“Good. Go ahead.”
“Great. Karev, start prepping him for the surgery. I will be back in a second to finish after I check on Ms. Magnolia.”
“Of course.” He replies. I smile at the patient once again, before I leave the room. I hand a nurse the chart before I turn around. I run into strong chest, and I look up to see Mark.
“Hello, Mark. You’re kind of in my bubble.” I chuckle.
“Ha, sorry. Um, that patient was a little weird, huh?” He steps back and crosses his arms over his chest.
“He was just nice.” I dismiss him, and start to walk to Ms. Magnolia’s room. Mark follows me.
“That was not nice. That was flirting.” He looks at me.
“Well, I’m not surprised. I’m hot.” I smirk and walk into my patients room. I turn to see Mark, laughing before he walks away.
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I finish taking care of Ms. Magnolia, and head back to Mr. Christian. I open his door, and he smiles when he sees me.
“Hello, Y/n.” I chuckle at him using my first name.
“Hello, John.” I go over to his arm, and check the IV that Karev put in. John watches me the entire time, and I keep glancing back at him. I take out the IV; he doesn’t need anymore of the medication we’ve given to him, so he doesn’t need the needle.
“How long until my surgery?” He asks me.
“An hour or so. By then the meds we gave you should kick in, and it’ll numb your face before we put you under to operate. The surgery will take two to three hours. Dr. Sloan and Karev will do your hair fix and the face lift. I will do your chest tightening while they are doing the first things. They will finish before I do, and they will help me afterwards.” I place the needle onto a moving cart, and push it to the other side of the bed.
“Okay. Um, I have a personal question I need to ask you, and I was wondering if you could close the door so I could ask you in more confidentiality?”
“Yes, of course.” I get up and walk over to the door and close it. I go back to him, and sit on the side of the bed farthest away from the door. He moves from the bed, and his legs hang over the bed.
“I wanted to know if I had a chance with you after this surgery?” He asks me, somewhat shy. I sigh and think of the words I can use to let him down softly.
“With my job, and you being a patient, I cannot date you. It’s not an explicitly stated restriction with the job, and it’s not you, it’s just that I personally don’t want to mix patient life with my personal life. I’m sorry.” I lightly smile, thinking I did a pretty good job and diffusing the situation with water, and not oil. He stands, and so do I.
“Okay. I get that. But it would have been so, so much easier if you said yes.” I look at him confused, and the next thing I know, I’m pushed up against the wall. I gasp, and I guess that he assumed I was going to yell, so he covers my mouth with his hand. This freaks me out, and makes me want to scream. My eyes widen, and I feel one his hands push my stomach to the wall, and hold me there. I look to the door, as If I can make someone appear by looking at it. He kisses me on my neck, and I try to push him off. He move his hand from my stomach, and grabs one of my arms. Tears spill out of my eyes, terrified. I look around for anything that can help me, and I see the moving cart next to the bed. I move my leg out from under his and kick it. It falls over, and makes a loud crashing sound. John looks at me, then the door. No one comes, and He smirks before kissing me again.
Two minutes go by, but It feels like forever and a minute. I squeeze my eyes shut, just waiting for all of this to be over. My eyes shoot back open when I hear the door being opened. I sigh when I see Mark. I see his eyes change from normal to furious. I see him look at John, John holding me against the wall, the knocked over cart, me, and my terrified face. For some reason, John doesn’t seem to hear him. Mark runs over to John, and pulls him off me. I breathe raggedly, and fix my shirt that was slowly lifted up. Mark lifts John up from the ground by his collar with one hand, and punches him with the other.
“Mark! Stop!” I shout at him. This man is no reason to lose your job over. He doesn’t listen to me, and punches him again.
“He deserves it!” I look up and see a few people looking into the room.
“No, Mark!” John suddenly gets strength and pushes Mark. He falls and hits his head on the cart. I see blood coming from his cheek, but he ignores it. Mark quickly gets up and they wrestle each other. I get closer to them, and start pulling John away from Mark. He throws his elbow back, and it hits me in my cheek. I fall to the ground and I press on it to stop the stinging.
“You ———-!” Mark lunges again at John. I look at the door and see Derek and Hunt running Into the room. I sigh, glad to see them. Hunt Is stronger than Derek, so Hunt pulls off Mark, and Derek pulls off John.
“What the heck is going on here?” Hunt shouts. I continue crying and look at Mark.
“Nothing. I was just thanking Y/n for the surgery early.” John says. Mark lunges at him again, but Hunt stops him.
“You know that is not what you were doing.” He spits. Derek looks at me, and realizes what was going on.
“Nurse, get security in here!” Derek shouts, and pushes John into a corner, just in case he tries to leave.
“Are you okay?” Hunt asks me. I swallow, and nod, even though I don’t feel okay. The security comes in and they take John out of the room. I finally feel like I can breathe with him not being In the room. Hunt and Shepherd get paged, so they leave the room. I grab a suture kit from the supplies we have in the room and I tell Mark to sit down.
“Y/n, I don’t need you to do this. I can do it. You should take it easy.” He says. I shake my head at him.
“No. I need to do this. I know you can, just let me.” I plead to him. He must hear and see the desperation, so he sits on the bed. I grab a stick wrapped in guaze and covered in antiseptic to wipe his head and disinfect the area. I grab his chin and he lightly rolls his eyes and sighs, but i focus on wiping the wound. ^^^
“Can you tell me what happened?” He asks once I start to stitch him.
“I, um, I came in and he asked about the procedure. I told him about it, how we would all be working at the same time. He wanted me to close the door so he could ask me a personal question with less exposure. That was so stupid of me.”
“Hey, no. You don’t get to call yourself stupid for what he did. You didn’t know, and you obviously didn’t want that. You shouldn’t have to worry about stuff like that in your life. Let alone, your own work place.” I lightly smile and nod. He smiles back, and I continue.
“I closed the door and sat next to his bed. He asked me if there was a chance I would be with him after the surgery. I politely told him no because I didn’t want to date a patient. I wasn’t mean, I wasn’t malicious. He stood up and I did as well. He said something like it would have been easier if I said yes. The next thing I knew, i was up against the wall, and he, he uhh, he.” He stops me and my shaking hands.
“It’s okay. I’m sorry.” I put some guaze on his face, and hold it in place with tape.
“You came in at the right time.”
“ I heard the clatter, but didn’t think anything of it. Then I thought it was weird when I didn’t hear anything else. I’m sorry I didn’t get there sooner. I didn’t know that was a signal for help.” He looks down as if in shame for not getting there quick enough, when he did.
“I‘m not mad. Like i said, you came at the right time. And not saying he didn’t deserve It, but why did you beat him up. I mean, you got hurt. You could have lost your job over someone as irrelevant as him.” I sit down on the bed next to him.
“Y/n. Come on. I’m not just going to sit down and let this guy harass someone and not do anything about it. Especially if that someone is you. You don’t deserve that. I know I’m not a great guy, but I know when someone I love needs defending, and this was one of those times.” I look up to what he’s saying, and I think he only realizes what he said when I look at him.
“You love me?” I ask him. I’ve always had a crush on him, but when I found out he was dating Lexie, I pushed it down.
“I’m sorry. That was inappropriate.” He gets up to leave, but I stand too and grab his arm. He looks at me, about to apologize again, but I pull him to me. I kiss him, and he kisses me back after two seconds of shock. It wasn’t what I would have expected from Mark Sloan. He is gentle and slow. I feel him pull away.
“What’s wrong?” I ask him, now feeling embarrassed.
“Oh, no. It’s nothing like that. I just think you should have some time to recover after what happened.” I smile and nod.
“Thank you.” He kisses me on the cheek, and we leave the patient’s room.
4 days until Grey’s Anatomy is back for the rest of season 13. #greysanatomy #abc #abcgreys #meredithgrey #alexkarev #callietorres #jacksonavery #aprilkepner #japril #richardwebber #maggiepierce #owenhunt #tgithursday #tgit #shondaland #shondarhimes
Synopsis - You leave the OR to get blood and run into Mr. Clark. He shoots you and you fight to stay alive in the small supply closet.
Word Count - 2.3k+
**Warnings** mentions of mass shooting
“Dr. Y/l/n, would you mind going to get more O negative blood and also more gauze, please?” Dr. Altman asks me. I am scrubbing in on a surgery with Dr. Altman, Dr. Hunt, and Dr. Avery. Normally a nurse would do this, but I find It better for me to move around in surgery, even if it’s just for two minutes. All the doctors believe I shouldn’t, but Dr. Altman understands and only asks me to do so when we are at a slow moment in the surgery that she knows I can do.
“Yes, of course. I’ll be right back.” I smile, but she can’t see through my surgical mask.
“Thank you.” I nod and leave the OR. I take off my gloves and take off the additional protection I have on for surgeries.
I go to the blood supply room, and I don’t see O neg blood. I groan, annoyed because I’m missing the surgery. I continue walking down the hallway, and start to wonder why I don’t see anyone. I make It to the other blood supply room, and I look around. I hear the door open and close behind me. I turn to the sound, expecting to see a doctor, but instead I see Mr. Gary Clark.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Clark. You can’t be in here. This is private for staff.” I tell him as nice as I can. I was one of the residents on his wife’s case. She turned out to be brain dead, so we had to unplug her.
“You were one of the people on my wife’s case. One of the supposed ‘doctors’ that should have saved my wife. You killed her.”
“I’m sorry, Mr. Clark. I don’t specialize in neuro, Chief Shepherd does. If I saw anything that I thought was remotely suspicious, and could have saved her, I would have spoken up. I’m so sorry, sir.” I tell him, totally genuine.
“It’s too late for sorry.” He pulls out a gun, and my eyes go wide. He points it at me, and shoots it to my stomach. I fall to the ground, and grunt. He leaves the room, but I can only hold my stomach. It feels like I got stabbed with fire. I feel hot tears fall down my face as I squeeze my stomach to stop the bleeding. The bullet hit me in more of my spleen area. If it hit any major organs, I could very well bleed out from the inside. I grab a kit I can use to give myself a blood transfusion. I attach the O neg bag to a needle, and IV. I can easily see the veins in my arm, and I put the needle In. This should help a little, and hopefully buy me some time. I look around for something I can use to hold pressure. I know I will get weak soon, If someone doesn’t find me. I see a thick book, it probably has medical things inside. I reach up and grab it. I also see gauze that I can use to keep the pressure applied. I lay flat on the ground, and wrap my body with the gauze, then put the book on it, then wrap it in gauze again.
“Ahh.” I cry out, but not loud enough for Mr. Clark to hear me if he’s near. I keep squeezing the gauze, and blood runs down my stomach, onto the floor. It hurts, but I have to make sure I don’t bleed out. I tie the gauze, and it stays in place when I let go. I try to continue to breathe, and stay awake.
!Jackson’s POV!
The door to the ER is opened, and Chief Shepherd comes in.
“Could I speak to Dr. Avery, please?” I hand the clamp I’m holding to a nurse next to me, and walk over to him.
“Yes sir?”
“How is the surgery going?”
“It is going fine. The patient is stable. They are almost finished.” I tell him.
“Once you are done, do not leave this room. There is a shooter in the hospital, we are on lockdown. Do not tell Dr. Altman and Dr. Hunt until the surgery is over. Can you handle this?” I nod, in so much shock. Then i remember that Y/n left to get blood.
“Y/n left to get blood.” I tell him, trying not to panic too much
“I will keep an eye out and have someone let you know of any updates. Get back to surgery so they aren’t too suspicious.’’ I nod and walk back over.
“What did the chief want?” Dr. Hunt asks me.
“He was just asking how long the surgery was going to take. He needs the OR next.” I go back to my spot.
“Okay. Could you please take back the clamp.” I nod, and I notice that my hands are shaking. “Keep those hands steady. You can’t be a good surgeon If you can’t steady your hands.” I sigh, and nod.
“Yes, sir. I’m sorry.” I try to steady my hands, but I can’t stop thinking about Y/n, and all the other doctors, patients, nurses. I can’t think about that now, I need to concentrate on this surgery.
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“Okay, we’re done here. I need to get him to ICU. He is still critical.” Dr. Hunt says.
“You can’t go anywhere.” I tell him.
“Why not, Dr. Avery? This patient still needs intensive care.”
“You can’t because we can’t leave this room. There is a shooter and we’re on lockdown.”
“Why didn’t you tell me this?”
“Shepherd said-.” But I’m cut off.
“I need to take him. I’m going to take him.
“But Shepherd said-.”
“We can’t stay here. The patient is critical.”
“Well, Shepherd said-.”
“I know what Shepherd said. I’m still taking him.” He says.
“I’m going with you.” Dr. Altman says. They continue before they leave. I sigh, and take my gloves off. I rub my hands on my head. This can’t be happening. I can’t do this. I can’t just sit in this room, but I also can’t leave.
About thirty minutes later, I hear people talking outside. I go to the door and open. I see Cristina and Meredith sitting on the floor. They jump when they see me.
“What are you doing? You know there’s a shooter, right! Get in here.” They come into the room and they tell me Chief Shepherd was shot. “We have two nurses, and two anesthesiologists.”
“But we need a surgeon.” I look at Christina.
“We have a surgeon.” Christina says, and I nod.
!Your POV!
“Rising up… back on the… street. Did my time… took my chances. Went the… distance now… I’m back on… on my feet.” I sing so I don’t fall asleep, but I can’t remember all the words right now. My brain is so cloudy. I look at my stomach, and see that I’ve bled through the gauze. I reach to it, but I don’t have the strength to fix it.
“Someone… help me.” I whisper, and close my eyes. I quickly open them back up, not wanting to fall asleep. I turn my head to look at my watch. It says two-fifteen, which means I’ve been laying here, bleeding to death for four hours. I’m lucky I’m still awake. That I am still even breathing. We went into surgery at ten o’clock, they should be done by now. That reminds me of Jackson. His face. If he could just come into the room right now, that would be amazing. I take the deepest breath I can, and continue singing.
“Rising up back… on the street… did my time… took… my… chances.” I feel my eyes close, and i can’t even make myself force them back open.
!Jackson’s POV!
I sigh and walk into the on-call room. We just got out of surgery with Chief Shepherd, after having a gun out to our heads. The man has been taken care of, and the Swat team has cleared the hospital. I need to go find Y/n. I change out of my clothes, and walk out of the hospital. I see lots of people, the police are questioning doctors and nurses. Most of the patients have been transported to a different hospital. I see Chief Webber, and I go over to him.
“Hello, Dr. Avery. Are you okay?”
“Yes. I’m fine. Do you know if Dr. Y/l/n has gone home?” I ask him
“No. I haven’t seen, Y/n.”
“Has anyone seen Y/n?”
“No one has said anything to me.” I look around, and I see Dr. Torres and go over to her.
“Dr. Torres did you see Y/n? When you were in the halls?” I ask him, getting worried.
“No, I’m sorry.’’
“Has anyone seen Dr. Y/l/n!” I shout into the crowd of doctors. They all shake their heads and say no. I run back into the hospital, and run straight to the blood supply room that was closest to the OR we were in. I open the door, but there is no one in there.
“Oh god. Y/n!” I shout as I jog through the halls. I hear something clatter, and I see another blood supply room. I open the door, and I see Y/n lying on the floor. There is a book strapped down with guaze. There is blood all over the floor.
“Avery.” I hear a breathy voice.
“Hey, you’re going to be okay. I’m here. I’m sorry it took so long, but you’re going to be okay.” I grab some more gauze and unwrap the book. The blood starts to flow a lot faster, and I quickly apply pressure with the gauze.
“Dr. Avery!” I hear Dr. Torres shouting my name.
“I need help!” I shout back at her. I turn back to Y/n, and keep applying pressure.
“Oh my god.” She says and comes next to me.
“We have to get her to surgery, Dr. Torres.” He nods.
“Pack that gauze on and I need you to run to an OR Try your best to not move too much. I’m going to get the doctors we need. When you get to the OR, I need you to get an ultrasound, so we can get that bullet out. We can’t wait for a CT. Okay? Go. Now.” I grab some tape, and quickly pack that on the wound. I run to the OR, following Dr. Torres’s advice in not moving too much.
“Come on, Y/n. You’re going to be okay. Just hold on.”
!Your POV!
I wake up in a hospital bed, and to the sun. I feel weight on my hand, and I turn to it. I see someone holding It, and I follow the arm to see Jackson Avery. He’s asleep, but his grip is still strong.
“Mhmm.” I groan when I feel a headache and pounding in my stomach. I see Jackson look up and look at me.
“How you feeling?”
“Pretty good, considering I almost bled to death after laying on the ground for eight hours.” I say sarcastically. He chuckles.
“I bet. I’m sorry I didn’t find you sooner.”
“Well, I’m glad you found me at all. Don’t worry about when you found me. At least you did.” I squeeze his hand, and he smiles. He leans up and kisses my cheek.
“Is everyone okay?” I ask him. He looks down and shakes his head.
“Reed and Charles are dead. Karev, Shepherd, and Hunt got shot.” I sigh.
“I’m so sorry.” I tell him. His people from Mercy West got shot and killed because of one man.
“It’s okay. I’m okay. I was just worried about you the whole time.” I lightly smile. So many people got hurt, because of Mr. Clark. I see his face again. I see when he took out the gun. I see the ceiling that’s not as white as I always thought as I try not to die. Tears fall from my face, and I cover my face with my hand. I hear Jackson move, then I feel my bed dip on my non-injured side. He wraps his arm around my shoulders and pulls me into him. I grab his shirt, and cry Into it.
“How did this happen?”
“I don’t know. I don’t know, but we’re going to be okay, Y/n.” He rubs my hair and I slowly fall asleep.
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I wake up a few hours after I went to sleep. I had terrible dreams the whole time was asleep, so I just don’t sleep. I sit and look at the clock. Jackson starts to move, and I turn to him. He looks like he’s having a nightmare, like I did.
“Jackson. Jackson.” I shake him, trying to wake him.
“Ahh!” He shoots up awake.
“Hey. Hey. You’re okay. I’m here. You’re okay.” I whisper to him. He looks at me, and closes his eyes to calm himself. “Tell me about what happened with you.”
“I was in surgery with Dr. Shepherd and that man came in and held a gun to mine and Christina’s head. He told us to stop operating or he would kill us. He shot Dr. Hunt, and almost shot Meredith and Christina. I had to unplug Shepherd from the machine so it would flat line. Then I got out of surgery, and I found you in a pool of blood. I was so scared, Y/n.” He says, and I see a tears land on his shirt. I pull him to me and kiss him.
“All those people are alive and okay because of you. Me being one of them. I had nightmares too, and I don’t think they are going to go away soon. But, I’m here if you need me. I need you so, you don’t really have a choice.” I chuckle, and he smiles.
“I need you.” He says to me.
“Want to watch terrible daytime TV with me?” He nods, and I grab the remote from my bedside table. I turn on the TV, and get more comfortable with Jackson.
Synopsis - Your brother comes into the hospital. He has special needs, and Mark mistakes the way you treat him, as if you were cheating on him.
Word Count - 1.3k+
**Warnings** mentions of cheating and special needs ???
I finish helping my patient In trauma, they just had a broken leg, and lightly bruised in the face. Torres and Sloan are going to take care of it. The patient is stable as of now, and they should continue to be.
“Okay. You’re looking great. I’m going to have two doctors that specialize in your injuries come over and take a look.” I start to take my gloves off, and look up when I hear a new trauma coming in.
“Y/b/n Y/l/n, twenty seven year old male. He was hit by a car. Not too fatal, but has lacerations to stomach, arms, and legs. Also burns on stomach from the heat of the engine in the car. Has been given two of morphine. Currently conscious.” I look up when I hear the name. I run over and look at my brother. Dr. Sloan, Yang, Bailey, and an Intern come over to the gurney.
“Oh my gosh, babe. What happened? You’re going to be okay, hun.” I see his face is a little burned, and his arms are bleeding and a little burned.
“Y/n.” He reaches his hand up and I grab it.
“It’s okay, babe. You’re going to be fine.” I see Dr. Sloan look up at me, with a disapproving look. I don’t pay too much attention to him. They roll him into trauma room three. I follow them to the room, and they say many medical things, but I don’t listen to the diagnosis.
“Dr. Y/l/n, I’m sorry, but you need to leave. We can’t work with you over us, you know that.” Christina Yang tells me.
“Sorry Dr. Yang, but I cannot leave.” I tell her.
“Dr. Y/l/n, we cannot do our jobs with you breathing over us.” Dr. Bailey says.
“Just let me help then, Bailey.” I am an attending like Dr. Sloan. He deals with plastics, and I do burns, rashes, etc.
“You know the policy. No family in the room.” She says.
“I know that Dr. Bailey, but I’m not everyone else. I can help. You don’t understand..” I tell her.
“Just leave, Dr. Y/l/n!” Sloan yells at me. I look at him confused, so does Bailey and Yang.
“Fine.” I leave the room and go to one of the empty on call rooms. I pace around, trying to calm myself down. I need to be in that room. I need to make sure that he is okay.
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What seems like hours later, I get a page from Bailey, so I run to the room that she paged me he is in. I walk into the room, and he smiles when he sees me. I also see Sloan and Bailey standing next to him.
“Hey, Y/n.” He smiles.
“Hey hun, you feeling okay?” He nods and I grab his hand softly not to hurt him.
“I feel okay.”
“What did you guys do?” I ask Dr. Bailey.
“Luckily his cuts weren’t deep, so we disinfected and bandaged them. His burns weren’t bad, so those are dressed. We didn’t need to go to surgery. He is very lucky.” She smiles.
“Thank you.” I look at Bailey, and then Mark. He scowls at me, and leaves the room.
“What was that ?” Bailey asks.
“I don’t know. I’ll be right back.” I get up and follow Mark. “Mark!” I run after him. I grab onto his arm and he shoves me off. “What is your problem?” He grabs my arm and pulls me into an on-call room.
“How could you not tell me your married? You’re going to be with me, but also be married? What’s wrong with you?”
“I’m not married. He’s my-.” I say to him.
“Your what? Your boyfriend. That doesn’t make it better. You are going to be with him and be with me at the same time. Do you know how terrible it is to cheat on someone? To be cheated on? I’ve dealt with it before.”
“Yeah. Exactly. You’ve dealt with it before. You’ve cheated on someone. I have not. Who do you take me for? That man in there is my brother. He has special needs. He has Asperger’s Syndrome. He responds better to nicknames. That’s what calms him. When I saw him, I could tell he was getting worked up. When you were dressings his burns, he was scratching his head, right? Right? Because he was uncomfortable being vulnerable with someone he doesn’t know. When I talk to him, he remains calm. I could have told you that if you wouldn’t have yelled at me to get out of the room. I would never cheat on my husband, if I had one. Or you. You know that. I’ve told you that before, Mark. You know what, whatever.” I leave the room, and I hear him calling my name. I ignore him, and go back to my brothers room. I frustratedly wipe the tears off my face, and hold Y/b/n’s hand.
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A few hours later, it’s night, and my shift is over. I am going to go home, and leave Y/b/n here. He always sleeps at the same time, so I’ll be here before he wakes up, so I can check up on him before my shift. I kiss his cheek before leaving the hospital, and driving home.
I take a shower to wash off the hospital. I put on sweatpants, and a tank top. It’s midnight, and I have to be back at the hospital at six. I lay on my sofa, not wanting to lay in my bed, because I know I will not get up in the morning If I do. I look up at the ceiling, replaying today’s events. My brother is in the hospital, and Mark is being a jerk. I sigh heavily and close my eyes, wanting to get some sleep.
I’m awakened by a knocking at my door. It’s like four in the morning, who’s knocking at my door. I groan and get up. I look into the peep hole and see Mark. I open the door and roll my eyes at him.
“What, Mark. I have to be at the hospital in two hours. This couldn’t have waited until then?”
“I’m sorry.” He says. I open the door, more for him to come inside. I walk back over to my sofa, and he closes the door behind him.
“Continue.” I say.
“I’m sorry I acted so stupid. I didn’t know he was your brother, and it doesn’t matter that it was. I know who you are, and that you wouldn’t cheat. I just got jealous, I guess. I don’t know how to do this whole relationship hing. I don’t know. I’m stupid. I’m sorry.” He sits next to me, but avoids my gaze.
“Thanks, Mark. I never thought about how you would perceive the way I talk to him. Still, that’s no reason to yell at me like you did.”
“I know. I’m a jerk. I’m sorry.”
“I guess I’ll forgive you. I did get to yell at you back.” I smile.
“I didn’t know you had vocal cords like that. That’s good to know.” He smirks. I roll my eyes and shove his shoulder.
“Whatever, Mark.” I smile. He kisses me, and I kiss him back. I stop him after a few seconds. “I need to sleep. I have to get up to go to the hospital in an hour and a half. You can stay here, but we’re sleeping.” I tell him sternly.
“We can sleep when we’re dead.” He says jokingly.
“I’ll be dead if I don’t sleep.” I lay back down on the sofa, and Mark lies next to me. He wraps his arm around my shoulder, so I don’t fall off the sofa. I close my eyes, and fall asleep to the sound of his heartbeat.
Synopsis - you are the only doctor on the floor when there is a lockdown because of Clark’s shooting rampage
Word Count - 2.6k+
**Warnings** mentions and encounter with mass shooting/shooter
I look down at my pager and see a page from Shepherd.
‘LOCKDOWN’
Two nurses get the same page, and I’m the only attending on this floor. They come up to me, protocol is to go to the nearest running doctor, and ask what they want to do.
“I don’t know what the page means, Shepherd didn’t specify. We’ll check on all the patients quickly, we’ll let them know that we are on lockdown, and that it might not be critical. We just have to take all measures. We will not let on that anything is out of order. Got it?” They both nod, grab a few charts to check on the few patient on the floor. I think about the page, and become nervous. I’ve never been in a lockdown situation before, all the ones I’ve heard about have been mass casualties. I take a deep breath, and go to talk to a few patients.
“Hello, Mrs. Johns.” I smile as I walk into her room. She smiles back to me.
“Hi, Dr. I heard a nurse talking about a lockdown. Should I be worried?”
“No, no. I’m not completely sure what’s going on, but I hope it’s a drill. I should have more information about soon.” I try to calm her, but I’m not too calm myself.
“Okay. Do you often have drills?”
“No, we don’t. I’m sure Chief Shepherd has-.” I get interrupted by a loud bang. My eyes widen as I know what that is. “Lay here, I’m going to take off the thing on your finger. Play dead, and do not move, no matter what you hear until I come back to you.” I whisper. She nods repeatedly. I go over to her and turn off the heart monitor before taking off the thing on her finger. I place the blanket over her head, and look out the window. Three more gunshots ring in my ears, and I see my nurse, and two people lying on the ground. I close the door behind me, and raise my hands so the shooter doesn’t get nervous with me.
“Are you a surgeon?” He shouts at me, holding the gun towards my direction.
“I-I.” I’m at a loss of words. I didn’t think through this decision. I threw myself in front a shooter. He moves the gun from my direction, and points it at someone else. A few people scream, and I do as well. “I’m a surgeon, yes. I’m a surgeon.” I close my eyes, and hear two gunshots ring out. I feel a bullet puncture my upper thigh, almost my pelvis . I fall to the ground in pain. He goes up the stairs, to the next floor. I lay on the ground a little while longer and I hear ringing in my ears. I close my eyes trying to muster up the strength to get myself up and get to the people who were shot. I pull myself up using the counter the nurses work. I see one of my nurses covering her head, and hiding in her lap.
“I-is he g-g-gone?” She shakes and looks up at me, but doesn’t move too much.
“He’s gone. There are four people shot, me being one of them. I need you to help me help them. Get supplies, suture kits, gauze. Okay? You with me?”
“O-o-Okay-ay.” She stands and walks shakily to the nearest supply closet. I limp to one person I see shot.
“Everyone, I need you to go into various patient’s room. Most of them don’t have locks, but you can hide In there. Turn off the lights, do not talk, and do not come out unless myself or the police come in. Does everyone understand?” I whisper-yell to the ten other people who are in the waiting area. They all nod, and I see some of them crying. The only reason I speak to them that way is so they do it, instead of being scared. I go on the ground and assess the patients shot.
“Pl-please.” They got shot in the abdomen, but they aren’t bleeding to much. I look next to me and see a cell phone with a hole in it.
“Hey. I’m going to help you. Can you tell me your name?” I see a sweater and pull that the apply pressure to the wound until my nurse comes back.
“It’s Nathan.”
“Okay, Nathan. I’m Y/n. I specialize in punctures and gunshots. I’m the best doctor for you. I’m going to check on the other patients. I’m going to tie this sweater around your abdomen. It will hurt, but you’ll be better off.”
“Okay.” He nods. I wrap the sweater around his body, and pull tightly. He shouts, and I cover my mouth over his hand.
“You can’t do that. I know you want to. I want to as well. I’m sorry to be so strict, but I don’t want him to come back down here.” He nods, and I take off my lab coat. I have a small pair of scissors in my pocket, and cut the sleeve off the sweater. I fold it and put it In his mouth. “This should help. You can scream, and I’m going to do it quickly.” He nods again and I pull on the sweater. I take out my hair clip, and use that to hold the tie on his sweater in place. I take out the sleeve, and use it to wrap my leg so It will stop bleeding.
“It hurts.” He coughs out.
“I know. I have a nurse grabbing everything she can. When I see her, I will point her to you, and she will give you medication. I will be back after I check on the other patients, okay?” He nods. “Okay.” I get up, and groan when my leg shoots pain. I have to ignore it. That what I do. I limp to the next person, and they are shot in their neck. I bend down and press my hands to their neck. I don’t feel a pulse. I let out a sigh and stand back up. The nurse comes back up to me, she had a wheelchair full of things.
“What can I do?” She asks me. She is more confident, the adrenaline probably building up her courage.
“Go to the man over there. He is wearing a red shirt, and his name is Nathan. Give him one of morphine. I have two other people to check on, then our normal patients, then make sure everyone stays okay. We can do this, but it’s going to be hard.” She nods, and I run to the next person. She is next to the other person that got shot. I look at both of the girls, to decide which one is more critical. One is hit in the upper chest, and the other is hit the shoulder. I go to the one hit in the chest. She’s unconscious, but the other girl is holding her hand.
“Please help her.”
“How long has she been unconscious?” I ask her, not looking at her. I check for a pulse, and get a very small one. It’s thready and slow, but there. I cut her shirt, and rip it the rest so I can get a better look at the wound. It’s lodged in-between her third and forth rib.
“Only about two minutes. She wasn’t talking when she got hit, but she was awake.” I nod, and hand the girl the sweater sleeve I had on my leg. It start gushing blood, but I don’t think about It.
“You’re arm is only a graze. Wrap this around you arm. Tightly.” She nods, but I continue to look at her friend. I need to get to an OR to properly do this, but I don’t have an OR. I know there is an empty patient bed, and that the nurse has a scalpel. I start to pick her up, and her friend looks at me worried.
“It’s okay. I’m transferring her to that room right there. I need to do a surgery, now. It’s scary, but I specialize in this, and I was in the war Enduring Freedom. I’ve done this procedure many times before with less supplies.” I pick her up all the way and limp over to the empty room. I lay her down as gently as possible, not to make It worse.
“Don’t you need other doctors?”
“Ideally. What’s your name and what’s hers?” I put the finger thing on her and turn on the heart monitor. Her heart beats steadily, but not not at a normal rhythm.
“Maryland. She’s Candace. Are you okay?” She asks me. I look down to my leg, and wave her off.
“I’m fine. Now leave this room and call for nurse Shirley. Tell her you need morphine, anesthesia, a scalpel, and lots of gauze in room 2219. You will see a man named Nathan. Go be with him, and I will operate on her, I can’t have you in the room. Can you do that for me?” She nods, and leaves the room. I grab the blanket from the bed, and cover her lower body. I take off her upper garments, and assess the wound again.
My nurse comes into the room, and she drop all the stuff on the chair next to the bed. I thank her and ask her to check In our patients, make sure they are still okay.
I take a deep breath and begin the surgery.
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“Come on.” I begin chest compressions on Candace. I closed her up after I got out the bullet. She’s only crashing now. I release the chest compression, and look at her heart monitor. She is still flatlined for a few seconds before she comes back. I sigh in relief, and cover her up. I leave the room and wave her friend in. The surgery took four hours, it’s now around four o’clock.
“ I gave her more morphine, just in case she wakes up before I can get someone more experienced than me for that. If she wake up she should not move, don’t be alarmed if this happens. It’s to make sure that she doesn’t hurt her more.” She nods.
“Can I hold her hand?”
“Of course. I’m going to check on everyone else. How was Nathan when you left him?”
“He, uhh, he fell asleep. Said he woke up pretty early this morning.” Oh no. I limp out of her room quickly and go to him. I raise his shirt and see his wound is light purple. I take off the sweater and it starts bleeding. It’s a good sign, and I see the bullet. I see a scalpel lying next to me with all the supplies Shirley left me. I make a small incisions into his stomach, to the right of his wound. I put on gloves, and move the bullet to where I need it. I grab a pair of tweezers from next to me, and take the bullet out. I pack gauze on it, before stitching it back together. I put gauze and tape to bandage it.
“Uhh.” I look up to Nathan.
“Good. That’s good. I’m going to get you in a wheelchair and take you into a room.”
“Okay.” I get up, and almost fall back down feeling woozy. I swallow and go to get a wheelchair. I bring it back to him. I go behind his body, and use my elbows to haul him up. I put him in the chair and he groans.
“I’m going to get medicine for you in the room.” I push him into and empty room. I go to put him in the, but I’m feeling weaker every time.
“I can do it.” He stands and gets into the bed. I plug him into everything needed, and give him the medicine.
“Sit here. Rest.” I leave his room and go back to Mrs. Johns. She is laying in her bed, three other people surround her, looking over her. I get closer and see blood coming from her mouth.
“Can you help her? She started bleeding from her mouth five minutes ago.” One of the people say to me frantically. I get to her, and check her pulse. It’s weak, but there. I lean my head down to hear her breathing. I look around and see my stethoscope hanging on her bed. I use it to hear which lung is punctured. It’s the right one, and I turn to one of the few people surrounding the bed.
“Do you have a pen?” One of them nods, and take’s it out of their pocket. I take apart the pen, I use the scalpel to make an incision in her side where her lung is. Two of the people leave the bed, not wanting to see the procedure. I put the pen into the incision, and I hear a hissing sound of air being released. That’s a good sign.
I hear shuffling of feet, and I leave the room. I see three SWAT team men, and I chuckle. Behind them I see Dr. Avery, Dr. Altman, and Dr. Webber.
“Oh, thank God.” I sigh. Jackson Avery running to me is the last thing I see before hitting the ground, unconscious.
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I wake up in a dark , unfamiliar room. I turn my head and see Dr. Webber checking my chart across my bed.
“Dr. Webber?” I ask, wanting to know what happened.
“Oh, good. You’re awake. Dr. Y/l/n, you were amazing today.”
“What did I do?” I ask him, not really remembering everything.
“You were shot twice, once in the thigh, and once in the abdomen, yet you continued to save three people’s lives. You passed out from blood loss, and exhaustion. We fixed your wounds, and you lost a lot of blood, so you’ll probably be a little woozy for a couple hours.”
“I was shot twice?” I close my eyes, trying to remember. Then it all comes back to me. When I saw him turn the gun, he didn’t shoot Nathan at that time, he had shot me and someone said something. He shot me in my leg, then my stomach. That’s why I was on the ground once the shooter went upstairs.
“You did great. Unfortunately, Reed and Charles passed. They had G.S.Ws to the abdomen and the head. Chief Shepherd got shot, so did Dr. Hunt and Dr. Karev.” I nod.
“Can you send Dr. Kepner and Dr. Avery in here, please?” He nods and leaves my room. I close my eyes, not wanting to cry before they get in here. Reed and Charles were my residents from Mercy West. I’ve been with them for four years. I taught them for four years. They felt like my younger siblings.
“Dr. Y/l/n. You wanted to see us?” April Kepner asks me. I can hear that she has been crying. I open my eyes and turn to her. I push myself up on the bed, so I am hug her properly. I open my arms, and she comes into them. She buries her head in my neck, and I hear her begin to cry again.
“I’m so sorry, April.” I whisper. I believe in being strict when it is needed, but right now, I don’t need to be their higher doctor, I need to be their friend. She nods, and lets me go. I look at Jackson.
“Thank you, Dr. Y/l/n, but I’m fine.” He nods, and I can tell he’s not fine. I know better than to push him to speed, so I leave him be.
“Okay. Just stay with me, yeah?” They both nod. April sits on the side she is already on and Jackson walks around to the other side.
“I’m glad you’re okay.” April says.
“You guys don’t understand how happy I am to see you. Try to get some sleep, whether here, or at home, but I think we should all be together.” April grabs my hand and nods. April lays her head on my bed, and Jackson leans back into the chair to be more comfortable.
