Code Blue | Grey's Anatomy // Book 2 // COMPLETED

31 | Remember the Time

Okay, so this chapter is a mix of flashbacks from everyone getting rescued from the crash to everyone recovering. This sign ~ will indicate a new flashback. The times may not line up perfectly, but, like I say, I just go by the episode.

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Lights shone down on us. Bright lights...but it wasn't the sun. The lights were followed by a loud noise....a helicopter maybe. I could barely open my eyes now. We had been stuck out here for a week and I was exhausted. Everyone was sprawled out on the ground, waiting for death. But it looked like they had come for us and beaten death to the chase. Too bad this was just the start of our recovery.

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"Miss, can you hear me? You're in a hospital. Everything is going to be okay now." some woman screamed in my face as people shone lights in my eyes and went over every single inch of my body. I knew and could name everything they did, but they didn't know that, so they talked to me like I was a child.

I winced when they came to my leg and side, and I could hear gasps when they saw the sight of the gash on my side being held together with safety pins and loose stitches. If only they knew what had happened out there.

I looked to the door as someone familiar walked in. It was Dr. Webber. I felt slight relief at the sight of somebody I knew after being surrounded by strangers for so long. Is this was all patients felt like?

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They had to sedate us to get us back to Seattle. Since we had to fly back because of Mark and Arizona, they sedated us all for the trip back because none of us trusted planes anymore. The thought of even getting into a plane again made me want to throw up.

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I stared at the T.V. in my room as some stupid reality show played. I wasn't interested in it, but I wasn't allowed to move since the stitches in my leg and side would rip.

The only time I really said anything was when nurses came in or people came to visit...but even then, they got maybe a sentence or so. I didn't feel like talking anymore. I just wanted to be okay and to see everyone else. The last time I saw someone was when Meredith came to see me, but they were even still keeping her in bed for a week or so.

When we first arrived back at Seattle Grace, people were always around us. Crying, asking questions, bringing us stuff. Everything was so messed up. My dad and sister had come to see me every day for a week or so when I first arrived, and they still came a lot now. They cried a bunch too, going on and on about how they had just lost mom and that they couldn't lose me too. I had even missed my mom's funeral, and that broke my heart.

"Hey." I heard a voice as Jackson walked in, "Thought I'd stop by on my way to rounds. How you feeling?"

I was silent for a moment, "Fine. I'm fine. Can I get out of bed yet?"

Jackson shook his head, "No. I'm sorry, but you knew the answer to that before you even asked."

I sighed in frustration, "I can't sit here anymore! I want to walk! I want to see my...my friends! Please, Jackson! You have to help me! I'm gonna go crazy like this! Please...I am begging you...help me."

Instead of saying anything, he just turned and left the room.

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"Mm. Blowing off Harvard. Wow." Alex took a bite of his food as we ate lunch in Cristina's hospital room. Cristina hadn't spoken to anyone since we were rescued, so she sat silent and stared at us from her bed.

"You're blowing off Hopkins." Meredith retorted, "Wow. "

"No, I'm postponing Hopkins till Robbins is better." Alex explained, "Avery did the same thing for Sloan."

"And I stayed," April added.

Alex scoffed, "And you stayed because you have no place else to go. Oh. Wake me up in ten for chunky stu."

"You just ate," April told Alex as he tried to take a nap on the couch we were sitting on.

"Stuart." Alex corrected, "Short bowel syndrome kid. I'm doing an intestinal transplant. He puked on me the first time we met, so I call him 'Chunky Stu.' Arizona hated it, but Stuart thinks it's hilarious."

"How is Arizona's infection?" I asked, "Is it getting any better?"

"I don't know. I haven't seen her." Alex said.

Meredith cocked an eyebrow, "What do you mean? You're running her service."

"You really think she wants to talk to me?" Alex scoffed, "I mean, what am I supposed to say to her...'Hey, remember the time that I quit and you got pissed and took my seat on a plane that crashed, and now you're trading in your wheelie sneaks for a peg leg? Sorry. My bad'?"

"How are we doing here?" Jackson walked in to check on Cristina.

"Hey, Jackson, you're talking to Sloan, right?" Meredith asked, "Keeping him updated."

Jackson looked up, "Yeah. Not about work stuff, though. He doesn't need that kind of pressure right now."

"What is wrong with you two?" Meredith asked Alex and Jackson.

"I just said that-" Jackson tried to explain.

"No," Meredith cut him off, "I'm just saying, they're fine. They're gonna be fine. Arizona's not gonna lose her leg, and Sloan is coming back. They're coming back. So let's act like it. They're gonna be fine. We're all going to be fine."

Cristina continued to stare at us. "How long are we saying that this is okay?" Alex looked to Cristina.

"As long as she needs," Meredith answered.

"I, for one, find it refreshing." April spoke up, "They say if you don't have something nice to say...she never has anything nice to say... Come on, Yang. I'm wide open. Just hit me."

Cristina just moved her head so she could stare up at the ceiling.

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I sat in the gallery with Meredith and watched as Callie did the operation to possibly save Derek's hand. Picking up the phone, Meredith dialed Cristina in Minnesota but got voicemail. So, she left a message.

"Hey, so I haven't called because... well, neither have you, so you were right about all of it. You were right. This is a place where horrible things happen. You were right to go. You're probably escaping disaster. Look at me. I practically grew up here. And you're right. It's hurt me in ways I'll probably never get over. I have a lot of memories of people... people I've lost forever. But I have a lot of other memories, too. This is the place where I fell in love, the place where I found my family. This is where I learned to be a doctor, where I learned how to take responsibility for someone else's life. And it's the place I met you. So I figure this place has given me as much as it's taken from me. I've lived here as much as I've survived here. It just depends on how I look at it. I'm gonna choose to look at it that way and remember you that way. Hope you're good. Bye. "