COMPLICATIONS | GREY'S ANATOMY

when I grow up

Gisele was by the nurses station when she heard people say they needed a resident and quickly made her way over to Callie and Arizona.

"I'm free." Gisele stated with a raised hand.

"Edwards, you're with Torres," Owen told them looked over at Jo and Gisele, "Uh, Wilson, Shepherd, go with Robbins."

"Yeah!" Stephanie cheered.

Gisele stomped her foot, "No."

"That's not fair!" Jo added.

Arizona scoffed, "Oh, I'm gonna pretend like I didn't hear that."

"Sorry, but Dr. Torres' patient is also Dr.Grey's patient." Stephanie explained.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Dr. Grey?" Callie asked.

"Dr. Grey has not lost a patient in weeks." Jo explained.

Stephanie nodded, "Yeah. She's on a streak."

"I have been stuck on fetal for months now, technically I shouldn't even be allowed because I'm not a fellow... and I'm tired of vaginally delivering babies," Gisele visibly shivered, "It's gross."

"Now!" Owen ordered.

Gisele, Jo, and Arizona walked to the trauma room pulling back the curtain expecting the patient to be there but they found an empty gurney.

"Where's my patient?"

"Crap." Jo whispered.

"V crap." Gisele added.

"Find her now!" Arizona demanded.

Gisele and Jo had found the patient roaming the halls, while Jo went for a wheelchair Gisele stayed with her, "You can't get out of bed." She informed her.

Jo and Arizona came over eith a wheel chair and Gisele helped the woman sit in the chair, "Do you know where my husband is?" She asked.

Arizona smiled, "Hi, Blair. I'm Dr. Robbins. We need to check you and your baby out, and this is not the right place to do it." She told Blair.

She held up a finger, "One sec. Mom, I just told you a car smashed into our house, and that is what you are worried about? The music is fine for the baby, Mom," Blair then hung up the phone, "Ugh. My husband is in a punk-rock band, and my mother doesn't approve still. It's been eight years. Is is he okay?"

"All right, we need to assess her injuries and monitor the baby. I want a fetal monitor on her ASAP." Arizona ordered.

"Okay."

"Will do."

"Hang on," Blaire shouted when she was another patient being wheeled out of a trauma room, "Ha stop. That's my husband."

While Blaire talked with her husband, Arizona told Gisele to page neuro. Soon the husband was taken to surgery and Amelia arrived and began checking over Blaire.

"It's not a big deal. It's just a cut."

"It's a very deep cut. Any dizziness or blurred vision?" Amelia asked.

"I keep telling everyone I feel fine, except for the fact that I'm exhausted and ginormous." Blaire said, "You got anything for swollen feet" she joked.

"I'd still like to order a head CT, just to be safe." Amelia told Gisele who ordered it.

"So, your husband's in a punk-rock band?" Arizona curiously asked.