Real/Safe Deleted Scenes

Wayne's Anatomy

I've been watching Grey's anatomy again and how could I not imagine our girl doing what she does best? (Fix people.)

Cora~

It was a normal gala shake down. The goons and thugs show up, they ask for all the cash and valuables you have on you, and they leave through the hole in the wall they blasted through or the front door.

It was a normal Gotham gala, until it wasn't.

I think the goons and thugs forgot to check blueprints, because as they knocked down the wall they also took down a couple supporting pillars.

The event hall ceiling started to come crashing down, and from there all I could see was the debris and glass flying towards me.

Damian's body slams into me, all 5'7 feet of muscle and bone, but I am so grateful it wasn't the 1000 pounds of concrete that have settled just a few feet to my left.

I cough out the dust, and breathe so my lungs can reform after being body slammed. I hack like an old woman, even though I know I'm only 16. Damian sneezes, shaking the dust from his hair.

When my ears stop ringing, I hear everyone else.

Screaming, crying, begging. This gorgeous event just turned into a blood bath. I barely have a scratch on me, but not everyone had a guardian robin looking out for them.

"Damian, find me an emergency kit. Check the kitchens, bathrooms, and storage rooms." I order. He's pulling me up with him instantly.

"What will you do in the meantime?" He questions, looking at the carnage. My hands are shaking with adrenaline.

"I'm going to do whatever I can." I state, already pulling out my phone to call for back up. Damian runs off, following my instructions.

"911 what is your emergency?" A cheerful voice questions.

"There's been an explosion at the Histleton event hall on Oxbury and Queen. Send at least 2 ambulances and fire rescue." I state as I survey who to help first.

"Ambulance units are on route now. What's your name ma'am?" The responder questions.

"Cora Sanchez, I'll be doing what I can until the paramedics arrive." I end the call as I reach my first injury.

A man screams as he holds his leg. A warped metal arm of the chandelier sticks out of his calf like something from a horror movie. I take a deep breath to settle my nerves.

"Sir! Sir I need you to stop moving, it's going to be okay." I kneel next to him, grabbing his shoulders. He grits his teeth but stops thrashing.

"My leg! Oh god my leg!" He cries. I lay him back so his leg is higher than his chest. I pull off his belt with a solid tug.

"It's going to be okay. I just need to slow the bleeding until the paramedics get here." I tell him. "This is going to hurt, don't bite your tongue." Is all the warning he gets before I'm tightening the belt around his leg. He shouts and then relaxes back with a hiss.

I look up to find several people just, standing. Shocked and bewildered and starting to fawn. I call over the nearest person, a young woman who can't be much older than me.

"You, I need you to stay with him. Hold his hand, keep him talking. That's your job." I look her in the eyes as I tell her. "Do not touch the metal, don't let him pull it out." She nods, looking terrified but alert. Good.

I have 30 minutes until help gets here, hopefully less. But people need help and I didn't learn how to do sutures for nothing.

"Beloved." Damian is at my side, barely even panting. He hands me a sad looking red lunch box. I open it quickly and take stock of what we have available.