Storm

Chapter Three

When Maya first comes to, again, she is relieved to notice that she can actually open her eyes. Only this time, everything is too bright.

She quickly shuts them with a wince, not enjoying how the pounding in her head is getting worse by the minute.

Realizing that she can't feel Carina's hand holding hers, Maya calls out. "Carina?"

"Hey, Maya. Can you open your eyes?" Vic asks, standing up in the aid car and immediately going over to her friends side.

Maya reluctantly does as she says, squinting this time, not wanting the light to hurt as bad as before, although, it doesn't seem to work as much as she hoped.

"What?" She croaks out confused, not understanding her surroundings. She slowly moves her eyes around, looking for her wife, but she's no where to be found.

"Maya, you were in a car accident. We are on our way to-" Vic starts, but is interrupted before she can finish.

"Where's Carina?" Maya nervously questions. She can hear a beeping noise in the background, making her more agitated.

"Take a deep breath," Vic instructs, trying to calm Maya down, seeing her heart rate go up immensely. "Carina's going to meet us at the hospital. What's the last thing you remember?"

She holds the penlight, Maya following her movements, Vic getting the same reading as before, which made her a little more hopeful that the seizure didn't add anymore damage to her brain.

"Ummm...Carina and I were going on a trip...and then...a car came," Maya says, trying to think back to what she remembers. "I think I was unconscious and woke up after that...and then...I don't remember."

"That's okay," Vic calmly nods, seeing Maya starting to get upset again. "We are five minutes away, so we should be there soon."

"Where are we going?" Maya asks in a confused tone, but Vic isn't too surprised, given that it's pretty obvious that she has some sort of brain injury.

"We are going to Grey Sloan," she repeats.

"I'm fine," Maya slurs, moving to sit up, only for the pain in her head to get worse, moving down to her stomach. "I don't feel good," she cries.

"I know, we will be there soon," Vic replies. It's a little unsettling to see her friend this vulnerable. She doesn't think she's ever seen her cry before this.

"I want Carina," Maya whines, resting her hand on her stomach, it feeling like it's doing flips.

"We will see her shortly, I promise," she responds.

Just then, Maya gags and Vic is quick to put a bin to mouth before she inevitably vomits into it. Vic tucks her blonde flyaways from her ponytail behind her ears.

Maya's tears don't tamper and the crying only makes her head hurt more. "It hurts," she cries.

"What does? Your head?" Vic questions, pulling the bin away, seeing as though Maya is done throwing up for the moment.

"Mhm," Maya nods slightly, careful not to move her head too much.

"Okay," Vic walks over to the medicine cabinet in the ambulance, pushing zofran and some morphine into her IV, careful to not put a lot since that medicine can sometimes cause another seizure after just having one.

"Just relax," Vic says softly, sitting back down at her side.

Maya closes her eyes again, just trying to ride out the pain.

Being a competitive runner as a child often led to multiple different injuries in many different areas.

Maya's used to pain. It's familiar. Almost normal. In a way, it's welcomed.