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trauma ~ jackson avery 2

jackson's pov-
myself, april and alex were all sat in one of the corridors avoiding the attendings in case they started on at us about the residents dinner tonight with webber. i was sprawled across a chair when callie noticed us. "hey! what the hell are you doing?" she asked, but it came out more like she was telling off a bunch of little kids. "webber pre ordered the duck." she whined at us. April stood just before me, tilting her head. "here's the thing. i can't eat duck. i had a duck, on the farm. it had a house-" she was abruptly cut off by callie. "then order the streak." she whined as her. the four of us went silent for a moment until april spoke up again. "here's the thing. i had a cow-" this time i was interrupting. "look i don't think any of us want to go tonight." i told the woman in defeat, causing her to begin a massive lecture.

y/n's pov-
"we were in a plane, and it crashed!" cristina wailed as i felt the wound on my face. "i'm bleeding." meredith blurted out, feeling the back of her head. "me too." i whispered, watching the blood drip into my hand. arizona's screams were all that rang through my ears, as i tried to process what happened. mark was distraught trying to find lexie and derek was no where to be seen. "shut up! just shut up!" cristina ranted at arizona, the blonde quickly falling into silence.

"we're never going to make it out of here alive." i leant against arizona, tears falling down my face. "we're gonna make it." she tried to reassure. "mark has to get back for sofia, and i have callie back there, and you have jackson, we're gonna see them again." she gave me a small smile.

two days later-
i had nurse after nurse after doctor constantly in and out of my room, checking on me, running tests, making sure i was still alive. i didn't feel it. i felt empty. i wanted nothing more than to go back in time and make sure this never happened. but you can't. you just have to pray that you make it. "where is she?" i heard from down the corridor. "jackson you-" "don't tell me what i need, bailey. i need y/n. i need to make sure she's okay." he interrupted, his voice sounded panicked. "of course she's not damn okay. a group of your friends and your girlfriend were in a plane that crashed. that woman will not be okay. that woman is going to be changed. you won't recognise her, because she has experienced a level of trauma that you can't imagine." dr.bailey lectured that man. "can i please see her? please?" he asked, his voice quieter. "come with me." bailey paused. "prepare yourself, jackson." she told him before guiding the man towards the room.

i felt Jackson's presence in the doorway, but i couldn't even persuade myself to open my eyes. i was exhausted. "hey." i heard, as i finally managed to open my eyes to look at him. i didn't say anything, i just stared for a moment. i could tell jackson was trying to hold it together, and not break down in front of me, which made it even harder for myself to prevent the tears from falling. i turned my head away, letting the tears slip out. as i did so, i heard jackson pulling one of the sides for the bed down. i then felt the mattress dip from next to me, as he gently pulled my body closer to his, holding me in his embrace. this was all it took for me to snap. the tears began to fall at an unexpected rate as i sobbed into the man's chest. "hey, it's okay. i'm here." he whispered, soothingly, running his fingers through my hair. "everything hurts, jackson. i just want it to stop." i cried into his chest. "i know, darling. i know." i could tell the state of me was clearly distressing for him, but he continued to comfort me, not daring to leave me alone.

this was just the beginning of an uphill battle. the recovery would be exhausting. today, i was at home, trying to get about like normal, while jackson was at work. "come on, y/n." i grumbled to myself. mark had passed the week before and the loss of both him and lexie was taking a toll on the whole hospital, nevermind the group. i stood up, my legs wobbling as i reached for the pair of crutches beside me. as i did so, my legs gave out on me, my body collapsing into a heap on the ground. that's where i stayed until jackson got back. "y/n? i'm home." i heard, but my body was too weak to respond. "y/n? oh my god.." the man came rushing to my side, helping me up as i started to cry. "i can't do this jackson." i whispered into his chest.

6 months later-
i walked into the hospital for my first day back at work. it took longer than originally anticipated for me to get back here, but as i arrived into work, i couldn't help but have a sickening feeling in the pit of my stomach. "hey, you're back!" i heard alex's cheery voice coming towards me. i smiled as he pulled me into his embrace. "have you seen jackson? he came in early." i sighed, thinking back to the fight we had last night. "yeah, he's on the surgical floor." the man smiled to me. "thank you! i'll come see you in a bit?" i smiled back, alex nodding.
when i arrived on the surgical floor, i noticed jackson stood at the nurse's station. i walked up to him, grabbing his wrist before pulling his body towards an on call room. "y/n! we are not doing this right now." he hissed, as i dragged him into the room, locking the door behind me. "i'm not fighting with you anymore." i told him. "are you serious? i have patients i need to-" "jackson! i'm trying here, i'm trying pretty damn hard to fix something i don't know how to, okay?" i told him, earning a small nod from the man. "that plane crash shattered me into millions of pieces, so i'm trying to pick them all back up and glue myself back together, but i can't do that without you being patient with me." i continued, now waiting for a response. "you're right, i'm sorry." he sighed, wrapping his arms around my body and pulling it into his embrace. "you're gonna get through this." he whispered, kissing the top of my head.