The human life is made up of choices.Yes or no, in or out, up or down.
And then, there are the choices that matter.
To love or hate.
To be a hero or to be a coward.
To fight or to give in.
To live...
...Or die.
"Derek could still be alive." Meredith cries.
Cristina shakes her head, "We could get shot."
"I'm going Cristina. I am going—"
"No, no, no, no, you are not." Cristina tries to keep her in the closet she dragged her in.
"Please."
Cristina grabs her shoulders, "You'll get killed, and I'm not gonna let that happen. You want to go, you gotta go through me."
Meredith grabs Cristina's arms, using all of her strength to pull her away from the door, throwing her into the shelf of supplies and running out the door.
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"This is Dr.Owen Hunt from Seattle Grace Hospital. We're coming out with a critical patient."
"Dr.Callie Torres. I'm up on Peds. We've got a kid up here with a ruptured appendix."
"Dr.Miranda Bailey. I'm on five."
"He shot a doctor in the I.C.U."
"There are two dead security guards—"
"For no reason, he—"
"This guy— 6'1, greying hair, mustache—"
"Dr.Charles Percy's been shot."
"He shot a nurse, and I got a doctor up here..."
"Please come."
"Karev."
"We need help up here."
"He's got a G.S.W. to the chest. I need a way outta here if he's gonna make it."
"He's looking for the chief... Specifically the chief."
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Lighthouse (Jackson Avery)
Fanfictionsol·ace /ˈsäləs/ noun 1. comfort or consolation in a time of distress or sadness. "We'll find solace from the storm in the beacon of the lighthouse" - When a young doctor becomes the epitome of her name, for a guy just trying to survive the chaos...