Grey's Anatomy RolePlay Disaster Fic (3/4)
Story: Grey's Anatomy RolePlay Disaster (3/4)
Author: owencristina
Disclamer: I do not own these Characters. They belong to Shonda Rhimes and ABC.
Izzie pressed her palms against a deflated chest, she exhales, and with each breath depresses into the body.
“Come on.” She huffs, “Dammit, come on.”
Her head bends down to the parted mouth, ear an inch from a paling nose. She lets out an exasperated sigh at the unmoving chest, bringing a numb head to rest on her lap.
Silence follows the rooms of the shattered hospital. Quiet sniffles echo as hands wrap around bodies, trying to stop from shaking. A dull sun peers into windows, dripping light around the blood soaked floors.
Mark kneels by a woman, trapped under a rock, he takes whatever gauze is left in his coat and wraps it around her arm. Her lip quivers as she watches him wrap his thumb and forefinger around her arm, his mouth curved as he watched her blood slowly clot. His eyes wander down the hall, he sighs watching Izzie hold a patient in her arms.
His finger unwraps against the fragile arm, loosening the gauze. He gives the woman a hopeful smile and rises, walking over to Izzie. Mark groans, crouching by them, letting a thumb rest on a still vein.
“She’s gone Stevens.” He looked around at the dark building.
She looked at him, tears gathering up in her eyes. “She…I…” Tear flooded her face as she grabbed onto Marks arm.
He helped her stand, balancing her shaky feet onto the floor.
“Are you alright?” His palm patted at the few visible scratches on her arms. His voice sunk, “We have to help the victims.”
She nodded as he laid his hand on her back before walking away.
--
Owen rubs a swollen temple with his right hand as he instructs the ER staff on emergency care. His other hand slips into the straps of emergency bags by his legs. He rolls his neck, walking out of the pit and toward the chaos of the fallen bridge.
Fingers reach into an unzipped bag, pulling out various bottles of pain medications and handing them to the patients he passed by.
“Owen!” He turned to a seemingly lightheaded Callie, Eli bent over her leg. “Owen…”
“Hey Callie.” He smiled at Eli, turning his head to look at the gash in her leg. “God, what happened?” He knelt, pulling out gloves to examine his leg.
“I was running…when the building shook…I was running…I started to fall” She squints her eyes, trying to avoid looking at the leg. “Eli here, he saved me.” Her lips barely came up as she tried to smile. “How…how bad is it?”
“It’s hard to tell in this lighting, but I see a lot of blood.” He winced. “How’s it feel?”
“It’s…It’s getting hard to concentrate.”
“That would be the blood loss.” He sighed, unwrapping the dressing. His fingers rummaged for the pen at the bottom of his bag. The back of the pen slid up and down the bottom of her foot. “Can you feel that?”
She shook her head dreamily, left to right. “Arizona.” A whisper passed her lips. Her head bobs, “Arizona!” She exclaims, “Have you seen her? Is she okay?”
He sighed, taking out a suture kit. She winced as he slid in the first line. “I presume Arizona was in PEDS, on the other side of the hospital.” He looped the first cast back over the slab of skin. “I’m sure she’s fine.” He let his eyes look up from the wound to cast you a reassuring gaze.
Scissors snap at the end of the stitch, his hands smooth out dark blue scrubs. He pats Eli’s shoulder, looking back at the dark hair fallen over her dizzy gaze. His left hand digs into his pocket for a pager. He clicks the button but the small screen doesn’t light up. His veins bulge around the tiny machine, and he shakes his head.
--
A hand runs through locks of brown hair as Derek stalks around the East wing, trying to prod open the doors of OR rooms. Cloudy eyes peer through the cement blocked doors, he rams his shoulder against it, pushing with his weight. No luck.
A sigh passes his lips as he smiles at the nurses, turning the corner. Water swims around his shoes, confused eyes glance down the hall. His legs sprint at the body damp with the ceiling pipe.
“Karev!?” He slides to his knees, water splashing around him. The flashlight pen in his breast pocket clicks on, shining in unresponsive eyes.
“Help!” Derek’s voice booms to the nurses around him. “Someone.”
A bed rolls to his side, he nods to the nurse sliding the board under Alex’s back, and with a count of 3 they lift, laying him on the bed.
The generators turn on, air conditioning buzzes around the hospital, lights blinking on.
--
Blood drips down blue scrubs as Cristina latches on the cloth of Arizona’s shirt, alongside her neck. She pulled, tugging her along the hallway, wincing with pain.
“Help.” She groaned, unable to fully straighten her back, “Someone” She mumbled, tightening her grip on the shirt.
Izzie’s eyes snapped toward the familiar voice, she runs down the hall, shoes squeaking against the floor.
“What happened?”
“She…ugh” Another groan, “Hit her head.”
Izzie turned her head, blonde hair bouncing behind her shoulder. “Cristina!” She gasped, bringing a hand to her mouth. She grabbed her wrist, pulling her over to a fallen kit by the wall. “You…how…” Her eyes stared as she pulled on white gloves.
Cristina’s chest rose as she took a deep breath. “I don’t know.”
Izzie wrapped a gloved hand around the scalpel lodged below Cristina’s scapula.
“Take a deep breath.” She pulled, patting gauze in the open wound. “One done.” Her hand wrapped around the second one, lodged two inches to the left of her spine. “Ready?” She didn’t wait for an answer. With a careful pull she slid out the other scalpel. Blood flowed across her palm.
“CRISTINA!” Izzie’s eyes bulged as scarlet poured down the back of Cristina’s shirt. “Mar…Dr. Sloan! Help.”
Mark turned from the man he was stitching up, handing him a pill and returning the bottle into the back pocket of his scrub pants.
“Stevens?” He walked toward her. “Yang? What happened?”
“I removed” She pointed to the bloody scalpel with her free hand “and then, “ she moved her eyes to look at her hand, pressed against the gushing wound.
“Calm down” He looked down at her, handing her gauze and helping clot the blood.
A murmur sounded from the floor, blonde waves rose from the floor, following a very confused face. Mark turned to look at Arizona.
“You got this?” He raised an eyebrow at Izzie. She nodded, pressing her forefinger and thumb deeper into the wound.
Arizona sobs, pressing her palm to her bleeding forehead. She smears a bloody hand on her shirt, scooting back to lean against the wall. Her hand raises back to the gash on her head, eyes darting around fearfully at Izzie and Cristina.
“Mark, my…my head, it hurts, and I don’t know…” She swallowed, inhaling deeply.
He knelt by her, moving his thumb under the gash in her forehead.
“Doesn’t look too deep.”
She winced, “Have you seen Callie?’ He shook his head; she closed her eyes, biting down on her lip. His fingers pulled a stitch through her skin.
Izzie kneeled down, squinting her eyes as she cast the last stitch into Cristina’s back; she whipped the last loop, using her teeth to bite off the extra wire. She reached for the pen in her breast pocket, “Follow this with your eyes.”
Cristina’s eyes followed it, still in a straight line. Izzie gave a sigh of relief, clutching her chest with her palm as a wave of worry came over her.
“Can I have your phone?” Izzie reached into her pocket, producing the phone and handing it to Cristina. She leaned against the corner of the wall, watching the people slowly failing as Cristina tried to make a call.
“Damn it!” She groaned, trying not to flex her back, “No signal.” She muttered through her teeth
Another stab of worry hit Izzie’s chest, she coughed, pressing her hand against it.
--
Lexie held back tears as she slipped off her scrub tops, tucking her shirt into the elastic in her pants. She ripped the scrubs, tying them into a long strand. She bent moaning as she wrapped the fabric around her broken leg, keeping it pulled in tightly.
Meredith walked with her right palm trailing against the cracked wall. Her left hand rose to wipe the tears from her eyes. Blood dug under her fingernails.
Glass shards from the ICU flooded the floor; she tiptoed around it, letting out frustrated sighs. The sound of oxygen pumps swam around her as chests rose and fell. The smell of dry blood flooded nostrils as she turned the corner.
In her peripheral vision she saw a cowering Lexie, trying to keep her leg steady.
“Lex?”
“Meredith.” Her face flushed a deeper shade of red as she wipes away tears.
“What happened?” She knelt by her, moving away the scrubs to look at the bone pertruding out of the skin.
“It was horrible.” Dirt grimed tears fall down her face, Meredith moved down next to her, letting an arm rest over her shoulder. Lexie let her head fall onto Meredith shoulder.
--
“Come on.”
Cristina gave her a confused look as Izzie carefully wrapped an arm under Cristina’s armpit, holding along her back to pull her up.
“Where are we going?” Cristina blew at the strands of black hair falling to her face.
“The OR,” Izzie held up Cristina’s weight, slowly walking toward the door. “If we rewire the intercom we may be able to communicate with the other side of the hospital.”
She pushed open the door, kicking at it with her left leg to keep it open.
“You okay?” She turned to the pained face next to her. “Here,” she reached for the bottle of pain meds she would have given her patient later on. “Take two.” She led her to the empty operating table.
Cristina sat, groaning a little. Izzie ran her fingers behind the white plastic covering on the intercom, popping off the white plastic. She turned the switch on the left side from ‘Observing’ to ‘All OR’s’.
She gives Cristina a hopeful look, letting her forefinger press the button.
“Hello?” She closed her eyes pressing her forehead into the speaker, “Is anyone there?”
Static sounded from the other side before a voice came on
“Hello? Stevens, is that you?”
“Dr. Shepherd.” She gave a smile to Cristina, who let her eyes close, holding herself steady against the operating bed.
“Is everything okay? Are you okay?”
“Yes, I’m fine. Cristina is here with me. Mark is outside helping Arizona. I think I saw Mer on my way over here.”
She bit her lip, too scared to ask about Alex. Derek turned on the burr hole saw, drilling into the skull in front of him.
“Have you seen Owen?” Cristina opened one eye at the sound of his name.
There was silence on the other line. The backup generator rang through the OR.
Izzie started to cry, “Are you still there?”
A sound of the door swinging echoes over the intercom. Derek gave Owen a warning look as he came in, before turning to the intercom to answer.
“Yeah, I’m still here. Owen is right next to me. Alex…Izzie, Alex is injured, but he’ll be fine.”
She scoffed, crying and walking away. Her eyes gave Cristina a pleading look. Cristina groaned as she rose from the bed, walking to the intercom.
“Owen?”
“Cristina! Is everything okay?”
Izzie cried more at the sound of another voice.
“I…” She changed her mind, “We’re fine.”
--
Mark handed Arizona some pain medication, patting her back.
“They’re talking…” She swallowed, “To the other side?”
He nodded, watching her daze off. Her mind wandered from her patient, to Callie, and then to all the little kids she was supposed to see in PEDS today.
“Can you…”
“If you promise not to move.”
She gave him a faint nod, he watched her a moment, debating whether to get up.
He pressed the door open, peaking his head in. Izzie cried, crouching on the floor. He walked over to her, kneeling and wrapping an arm over her. Cristina glanced at them.
“How’s Alex?” They both looked up at her.
“I’ll talk about it more in private.”
Izzie let another scoff out. She sniffled, using Mark to stand. With her forearm she wiped her face. “You can tell Arizona that Callie is fine. She lost skin in her leg but she’s fine.”
“You sure I can go?” He scanned their faces, Izzie nodded.
She watched him leave before turning to Cristina. “Tell him we’ll talk to him later.”
Cristina raised a curious eyebrow at her as Izzie pulled a hair tie off her wrist, wrapping it around the already messy bun on her head.
“You okay to walk?”
--
Fire sirens wailed outside the hospital, police sirens filling the parking lot. Booming voices shouted through speakerphones, instructing the different sections of the hospital for them to check.
Exasperated voices called out for help. Hopeful hands trying to dig through the debris to the victims trapped underneath.
The first floor was beginning to clear; paramedics to the three nearest hospitals came and went.
--
“That’s way too dangerous.” Horrified eyes looked at the vast gap in the hospital, where the bridge was before.
“I have to, it’ll be too late by the time they get here.” Swallows, leaving her bag by the edge. “Sit here, and wave them over.”
Her foot lodges in the first crumbled gap. If she didn’t fall, she’d be able to climb to the first floor. If. Her hands gripped to the rocks, she stepped, moving her foot around and looking for a gap. She slipped, cutting her hands along the edge of the rocks. Blood trickled down her arms. With a deep breath she moved her foot down toward the next gap, afraid to look up at Cristina or down toward the floor. Little rocks crumbled around her, clacking onto the floor below them. With a quick glance at the floor, she jumped, rocking back and forth before steadying herself.
Blood dripped hands pushed her hair back, as she ran toward the fireman and paramedics. They stopped her before she could talk, trying to pull her into an ambulance. She let an agitated scream pass her lips and they let her go.
Shaking hands pointed to inside the hospital, they followed her as she showed them the wing entrances, waving to Cristina.
They brought in their lifts, that whined as they stretched upward.
Author: owencristina
Disclamer: I do not own these Characters. They belong to Shonda Rhimes and ABC.
Izzie pressed her palms against a deflated chest, she exhales, and with each breath depresses into the body.
“Come on.” She huffs, “Dammit, come on.”
Her head bends down to the parted mouth, ear an inch from a paling nose. She lets out an exasperated sigh at the unmoving chest, bringing a numb head to rest on her lap.
Silence follows the rooms of the shattered hospital. Quiet sniffles echo as hands wrap around bodies, trying to stop from shaking. A dull sun peers into windows, dripping light around the blood soaked floors.
Mark kneels by a woman, trapped under a rock, he takes whatever gauze is left in his coat and wraps it around her arm. Her lip quivers as she watches him wrap his thumb and forefinger around her arm, his mouth curved as he watched her blood slowly clot. His eyes wander down the hall, he sighs watching Izzie hold a patient in her arms.
His finger unwraps against the fragile arm, loosening the gauze. He gives the woman a hopeful smile and rises, walking over to Izzie. Mark groans, crouching by them, letting a thumb rest on a still vein.
“She’s gone Stevens.” He looked around at the dark building.
She looked at him, tears gathering up in her eyes. “She…I…” Tear flooded her face as she grabbed onto Marks arm.
He helped her stand, balancing her shaky feet onto the floor.
“Are you alright?” His palm patted at the few visible scratches on her arms. His voice sunk, “We have to help the victims.”
She nodded as he laid his hand on her back before walking away.
--
Owen rubs a swollen temple with his right hand as he instructs the ER staff on emergency care. His other hand slips into the straps of emergency bags by his legs. He rolls his neck, walking out of the pit and toward the chaos of the fallen bridge.
Fingers reach into an unzipped bag, pulling out various bottles of pain medications and handing them to the patients he passed by.
“Owen!” He turned to a seemingly lightheaded Callie, Eli bent over her leg. “Owen…”
“Hey Callie.” He smiled at Eli, turning his head to look at the gash in her leg. “God, what happened?” He knelt, pulling out gloves to examine his leg.
“I was running…when the building shook…I was running…I started to fall” She squints her eyes, trying to avoid looking at the leg. “Eli here, he saved me.” Her lips barely came up as she tried to smile. “How…how bad is it?”
“It’s hard to tell in this lighting, but I see a lot of blood.” He winced. “How’s it feel?”
“It’s…It’s getting hard to concentrate.”
“That would be the blood loss.” He sighed, unwrapping the dressing. His fingers rummaged for the pen at the bottom of his bag. The back of the pen slid up and down the bottom of her foot. “Can you feel that?”
She shook her head dreamily, left to right. “Arizona.” A whisper passed her lips. Her head bobs, “Arizona!” She exclaims, “Have you seen her? Is she okay?”
He sighed, taking out a suture kit. She winced as he slid in the first line. “I presume Arizona was in PEDS, on the other side of the hospital.” He looped the first cast back over the slab of skin. “I’m sure she’s fine.” He let his eyes look up from the wound to cast you a reassuring gaze.
Scissors snap at the end of the stitch, his hands smooth out dark blue scrubs. He pats Eli’s shoulder, looking back at the dark hair fallen over her dizzy gaze. His left hand digs into his pocket for a pager. He clicks the button but the small screen doesn’t light up. His veins bulge around the tiny machine, and he shakes his head.
--
A hand runs through locks of brown hair as Derek stalks around the East wing, trying to prod open the doors of OR rooms. Cloudy eyes peer through the cement blocked doors, he rams his shoulder against it, pushing with his weight. No luck.
A sigh passes his lips as he smiles at the nurses, turning the corner. Water swims around his shoes, confused eyes glance down the hall. His legs sprint at the body damp with the ceiling pipe.
“Karev!?” He slides to his knees, water splashing around him. The flashlight pen in his breast pocket clicks on, shining in unresponsive eyes.
“Help!” Derek’s voice booms to the nurses around him. “Someone.”
A bed rolls to his side, he nods to the nurse sliding the board under Alex’s back, and with a count of 3 they lift, laying him on the bed.
The generators turn on, air conditioning buzzes around the hospital, lights blinking on.
--
Blood drips down blue scrubs as Cristina latches on the cloth of Arizona’s shirt, alongside her neck. She pulled, tugging her along the hallway, wincing with pain.
“Help.” She groaned, unable to fully straighten her back, “Someone” She mumbled, tightening her grip on the shirt.
Izzie’s eyes snapped toward the familiar voice, she runs down the hall, shoes squeaking against the floor.
“What happened?”
“She…ugh” Another groan, “Hit her head.”
Izzie turned her head, blonde hair bouncing behind her shoulder. “Cristina!” She gasped, bringing a hand to her mouth. She grabbed her wrist, pulling her over to a fallen kit by the wall. “You…how…” Her eyes stared as she pulled on white gloves.
Cristina’s chest rose as she took a deep breath. “I don’t know.”
Izzie wrapped a gloved hand around the scalpel lodged below Cristina’s scapula.
“Take a deep breath.” She pulled, patting gauze in the open wound. “One done.” Her hand wrapped around the second one, lodged two inches to the left of her spine. “Ready?” She didn’t wait for an answer. With a careful pull she slid out the other scalpel. Blood flowed across her palm.
“CRISTINA!” Izzie’s eyes bulged as scarlet poured down the back of Cristina’s shirt. “Mar…Dr. Sloan! Help.”
Mark turned from the man he was stitching up, handing him a pill and returning the bottle into the back pocket of his scrub pants.
“Stevens?” He walked toward her. “Yang? What happened?”
“I removed” She pointed to the bloody scalpel with her free hand “and then, “ she moved her eyes to look at her hand, pressed against the gushing wound.
“Calm down” He looked down at her, handing her gauze and helping clot the blood.
A murmur sounded from the floor, blonde waves rose from the floor, following a very confused face. Mark turned to look at Arizona.
“You got this?” He raised an eyebrow at Izzie. She nodded, pressing her forefinger and thumb deeper into the wound.
Arizona sobs, pressing her palm to her bleeding forehead. She smears a bloody hand on her shirt, scooting back to lean against the wall. Her hand raises back to the gash on her head, eyes darting around fearfully at Izzie and Cristina.
“Mark, my…my head, it hurts, and I don’t know…” She swallowed, inhaling deeply.
He knelt by her, moving his thumb under the gash in her forehead.
“Doesn’t look too deep.”
She winced, “Have you seen Callie?’ He shook his head; she closed her eyes, biting down on her lip. His fingers pulled a stitch through her skin.
Izzie kneeled down, squinting her eyes as she cast the last stitch into Cristina’s back; she whipped the last loop, using her teeth to bite off the extra wire. She reached for the pen in her breast pocket, “Follow this with your eyes.”
Cristina’s eyes followed it, still in a straight line. Izzie gave a sigh of relief, clutching her chest with her palm as a wave of worry came over her.
“Can I have your phone?” Izzie reached into her pocket, producing the phone and handing it to Cristina. She leaned against the corner of the wall, watching the people slowly failing as Cristina tried to make a call.
“Damn it!” She groaned, trying not to flex her back, “No signal.” She muttered through her teeth
Another stab of worry hit Izzie’s chest, she coughed, pressing her hand against it.
--
Lexie held back tears as she slipped off her scrub tops, tucking her shirt into the elastic in her pants. She ripped the scrubs, tying them into a long strand. She bent moaning as she wrapped the fabric around her broken leg, keeping it pulled in tightly.
Meredith walked with her right palm trailing against the cracked wall. Her left hand rose to wipe the tears from her eyes. Blood dug under her fingernails.
Glass shards from the ICU flooded the floor; she tiptoed around it, letting out frustrated sighs. The sound of oxygen pumps swam around her as chests rose and fell. The smell of dry blood flooded nostrils as she turned the corner.
In her peripheral vision she saw a cowering Lexie, trying to keep her leg steady.
“Lex?”
“Meredith.” Her face flushed a deeper shade of red as she wipes away tears.
“What happened?” She knelt by her, moving away the scrubs to look at the bone pertruding out of the skin.
“It was horrible.” Dirt grimed tears fall down her face, Meredith moved down next to her, letting an arm rest over her shoulder. Lexie let her head fall onto Meredith shoulder.
--
“Come on.”
Cristina gave her a confused look as Izzie carefully wrapped an arm under Cristina’s armpit, holding along her back to pull her up.
“Where are we going?” Cristina blew at the strands of black hair falling to her face.
“The OR,” Izzie held up Cristina’s weight, slowly walking toward the door. “If we rewire the intercom we may be able to communicate with the other side of the hospital.”
She pushed open the door, kicking at it with her left leg to keep it open.
“You okay?” She turned to the pained face next to her. “Here,” she reached for the bottle of pain meds she would have given her patient later on. “Take two.” She led her to the empty operating table.
Cristina sat, groaning a little. Izzie ran her fingers behind the white plastic covering on the intercom, popping off the white plastic. She turned the switch on the left side from ‘Observing’ to ‘All OR’s’.
She gives Cristina a hopeful look, letting her forefinger press the button.
“Hello?” She closed her eyes pressing her forehead into the speaker, “Is anyone there?”
Static sounded from the other side before a voice came on
“Hello? Stevens, is that you?”
“Dr. Shepherd.” She gave a smile to Cristina, who let her eyes close, holding herself steady against the operating bed.
“Is everything okay? Are you okay?”
“Yes, I’m fine. Cristina is here with me. Mark is outside helping Arizona. I think I saw Mer on my way over here.”
She bit her lip, too scared to ask about Alex. Derek turned on the burr hole saw, drilling into the skull in front of him.
“Have you seen Owen?” Cristina opened one eye at the sound of his name.
There was silence on the other line. The backup generator rang through the OR.
Izzie started to cry, “Are you still there?”
A sound of the door swinging echoes over the intercom. Derek gave Owen a warning look as he came in, before turning to the intercom to answer.
“Yeah, I’m still here. Owen is right next to me. Alex…Izzie, Alex is injured, but he’ll be fine.”
She scoffed, crying and walking away. Her eyes gave Cristina a pleading look. Cristina groaned as she rose from the bed, walking to the intercom.
“Owen?”
“Cristina! Is everything okay?”
Izzie cried more at the sound of another voice.
“I…” She changed her mind, “We’re fine.”
--
Mark handed Arizona some pain medication, patting her back.
“They’re talking…” She swallowed, “To the other side?”
He nodded, watching her daze off. Her mind wandered from her patient, to Callie, and then to all the little kids she was supposed to see in PEDS today.
“Can you…”
“If you promise not to move.”
She gave him a faint nod, he watched her a moment, debating whether to get up.
He pressed the door open, peaking his head in. Izzie cried, crouching on the floor. He walked over to her, kneeling and wrapping an arm over her. Cristina glanced at them.
“How’s Alex?” They both looked up at her.
“I’ll talk about it more in private.”
Izzie let another scoff out. She sniffled, using Mark to stand. With her forearm she wiped her face. “You can tell Arizona that Callie is fine. She lost skin in her leg but she’s fine.”
“You sure I can go?” He scanned their faces, Izzie nodded.
She watched him leave before turning to Cristina. “Tell him we’ll talk to him later.”
Cristina raised a curious eyebrow at her as Izzie pulled a hair tie off her wrist, wrapping it around the already messy bun on her head.
“You okay to walk?”
--
Fire sirens wailed outside the hospital, police sirens filling the parking lot. Booming voices shouted through speakerphones, instructing the different sections of the hospital for them to check.
Exasperated voices called out for help. Hopeful hands trying to dig through the debris to the victims trapped underneath.
The first floor was beginning to clear; paramedics to the three nearest hospitals came and went.
--
“That’s way too dangerous.” Horrified eyes looked at the vast gap in the hospital, where the bridge was before.
“I have to, it’ll be too late by the time they get here.” Swallows, leaving her bag by the edge. “Sit here, and wave them over.”
Her foot lodges in the first crumbled gap. If she didn’t fall, she’d be able to climb to the first floor. If. Her hands gripped to the rocks, she stepped, moving her foot around and looking for a gap. She slipped, cutting her hands along the edge of the rocks. Blood trickled down her arms. With a deep breath she moved her foot down toward the next gap, afraid to look up at Cristina or down toward the floor. Little rocks crumbled around her, clacking onto the floor below them. With a quick glance at the floor, she jumped, rocking back and forth before steadying herself.
Blood dripped hands pushed her hair back, as she ran toward the fireman and paramedics. They stopped her before she could talk, trying to pull her into an ambulance. She let an agitated scream pass her lips and they let her go.
Shaking hands pointed to inside the hospital, they followed her as she showed them the wing entrances, waving to Cristina.
They brought in their lifts, that whined as they stretched upward.