intertwined ~ alex. karev

THIRTEEN

"MIRANDA..." Ivory paused, her hand still in the body cavity as her tears dried, "Her baby. She's giving birth and make sure the baby's alright. I– I was supposed to be the godmother but– just make sure that baby knows that even though I never met him, I had a whole lot of love for him."

Ivory said, sniffling, her voice so quiet it was practically a whisper, "And, Alex... tell him that– that even though I was mad at him, I– I forgive him. And– and tell him that he has my blessing to continue things with Stevens. I just want him to be happy."

"You're not going to die, Ivory." Meredith shook her head as she watched the attending panic, "You're not going to die."

"You realise how stupid that was?" Dylan asked the girl, as he helped put the bomb gear onto her.

The other intern agreed, "It was, Vee. Incredibly stupid." she replied, shaking her head.

Meredith rolled her eyes at the two pessimists, "Okay, you know when you don't need to be made fun of?" she asked, in defence of the girl, "Like, when you have your hand inside a body that's got a bomb in it. And a stranger is velcroing a flak jacket to your boobs."

"You've got a sense of irony." Dylan shot back at the intern, whose eyes remained on Ivory.

"Only when things are really ironic." she responded, looking back at Cristina.

Biting down on her lip, Ivory shook her head, "I– I had a feeling." she choked out, "Everything that could've gone wrong today went wrong. I caught the boy that I really, really like sleeping with somebody else, and I'm about to die in the midst of the thing that I love... surgery."

Swinging the door open, Preston entered the OR, approaching Cristina and Meredith, "Time for you guys to go." he demanded.

"No we're staying." Cristina refused, "Our friend thinks she's about to die, and– and if she is, we're not letting her die alone."

Shaking his head, Preston took the intubation from her hands, "There's nothing more you can do here. We've got it covered." Cristina and Meredith remained in their place, "This is not another cool surgery. This ammo could go off at any time and kill everyone in this room. Do you get that? You guys cannot be in here."

Turning to the attending, Meredith scowled, "You think this is about surgery?" she asked, "That is our friend, who you're saying could be killed."

Leaning into Cristina's ear, Preston began to speak, "Cristina, I cannot do this with you in here. I cannot think." he turned to Meredith, "And although I always tell Derek that we are not friends, I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I had to tell him that I'm the reason why you died."

Ivory looked at the two girls, "I'll be fine." she reassured them, "I really appreciate you guys, but I'll be fine. I came into this world alone and I think I can leave it alone, too. It's okay."

The two girls paused, before hesitating to leave the room, taking one last glance at Ivory and Preston before closing the door.

Exhaling, more tears ran down Ivory's cheeks as she turned to Dylan, "So you have a plan, right?" she asked, "You have a way for me to still see my godson, right? Is this the strangest thing that's ever happened in your OR?" she asked Burke.

"I'd have to say that it is." Preston nodded as he leaned back into his seat.

Chuckling Ivory looked at the man, "The strangest thing that's ever happened in my OR, is when I was working on putting back together a man's leg, when Cristina realised that we had the wrong half leg the whole time!" she laughed, "You know, I'll never tell her this but Cristina's my favourite intern. She reminds me of myself."