I'm a survivor

Part 2

Arizona's POV:

I really did appreciate Callie looking out for me, just not right now... right now I needed to be alone in my mind. Life was throwing me a curve ball.

The elevator dinged and the doors slid open, the ER was packed, people running every direction, people yelling. It was horrid. Gurneys, blood, worried people. Owen ran by "Callie, Arizona!!!!! Lets get going!" We ran to grad paper gowns and glove, it was almost impossible. the ER was filled with wall-to-wall people. This was my first trauma being back at the hospital...

Callie's POV:

I threw on a paper gown and turned to Arizona to tie the back of her gown. Once her gown was secured I pulled on a pair of gloves and ran.

"Owen" I yelled "What happened?"

"Helicopter vs. Great wheel!" OHMYGOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! How the hell did that happen?

"Callie!!!" someone yelled at me, I ran. "Callie we need surgeons to go to the scene and triage!"Crap, I hated triaging it broke my heart, deciding if people who were living their normal lives not to long ago would live or die. It killed me, but I knew what had to be done. I ran full speed to the ambulance entrance and hopped in an open ambulance which was, of course going to the the scene. Meredith was there and Jo, and Edwards and Ross. we all crammed in the back as someone slammed the door and banged three time, signaling that we were ready to roll. The ambulance was off.

Arizona's POV:

It was chaos. I ran to the ER entrance right as a young girl was rolled in on a gurney

"What do we have?" I asked the guy rolling in the gurney.

"Rosie Taylor, 8 years old she was trapped under a pile of rubble, lost IV in the field when she started to squirm, then passed out. Possible internal injury."

"Get her into exam room 1" We ran. "Pupils equal and reactive!" someone yelled.

I was busy putting her IV back in as she coded. "Push one of EPI and start CPR" an intern got in and started pumping Rosie's chest. Owen ran full speed into the room, and glaced at the chart. "Robbins, what can I do?"

"Grab the paddles we need to shock her!" I called to Owen. He scooched over to the crash cart and picked up the paddles which would hopefully save Rosie's life.

"Charge to 200" he ordered a nurse. The whizzing noise signaled the machine starting up.

A few seconds later Owen called out "clear!" we all stepped away from the little girl as Owen placed the metal paddles on her small chest. CHUNCK, WHIRR, THUD.

Callie's POV:

The ride was bumpy, and awkwardly quiet.

"So who's ready?" I asked trying to break the silence. I knew no one was ready but I had to ask anyway. I looked around everyone was staring at the floor. We were silent the rest of the way.

The ambulance jolted forward as we came to a stop and the doors flew open. Everyone is the ambulance gasped it was 100 times worse than what we had expected.

"Seattle Grace hospital, how can we help?" I yelled at the paramedics triaging patients.

"Get in here, grab tags and start tagging!" A tall paramedic covered in blood yelled back at me. He reminded me of Mark. Poor Mark he was missing all these opportunities to be a life changing plastic surgeon.

We all dispersed. I ran towards where the line would have been to board the great wheel. It was now strewn with glass and metal pieces, oh and bodys. I knelt down to an elderly man's body to check for a pulse. I grabbed his wrist it was still warm, but pulseless. A wave of sorrow swept over me. One minute he could have been holding his granddaughters hand the next he was buried in a pile of rubble dead. Or maybe him and his wife came Seattle for their 70th anniversary and they were going to go up in the great wheel and kiss at the top overlooking Seattle. But little did he know how his life would change forever.

I grabbed a tag and folded the bottom half to signal he was code black: morgue. I tied it to his wrist, and moved on. I tagged 2 more adults DOA until I finally found a live victim. She was around 20 I guessed. I called over a paramedic who was wheeling a gurney. I took out a tag and folded it almost in half: Yellow, delayed meaning she had no life threatening injuries I guessed she just had scrapes and bruises. She was in shock, but her pupils were equal and reactive. And she was moving. The paramedic called over his friend, then turned to me.

"We got this, you go save some lives." I was mildly offended. Did the paramedic think I wasn't strong enough to help? But I turned and walked away. He wanted me to go save lives I guess... I hope.

Arizona's POV:

Still flat line... crap.

"We need to charge again!" Owen yelled. The machine whirred. "Charge to 250! Clear." Owen pressed the paddles to her chest. Whirrrrrr, Zap!!! Rosies little body got stiff then went limp again. The team rushed in and started CPR. Still flat line.

We were losing her, we lost her.

"Charge again!" Owen yelled, he was dead set on making this girl live. I knew she wouldn't make it off the table. Owen shocked her... nothing.

"Time of death, 1:52" I whispered. Owen glared at the paddles like it was their fault that the little girl had died.

"Owen, come on." I whispered. I didn't know what was wrong with him, but I had to get him out of that room.