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

50 | Lodox

Work keeps our minds active. It keeps us out of trouble. When we're not working, our hands are idle, and the devil will find work for idle hands to do. And when you have an idle mind, well, that's the devil's playground, too.

Walking into the hospital that morning felt like it did on my very first day. Exciting and full of possibilities. Only this time, I owned the hospital. This hospital that now had a brand new name, a brand new E.R., and coffee sleeves with the new logo on them.

"I love the new logo. It really catches the eye." Webber smiled as I joined him and a few others at one of the main desks, "And, uh, these coffee sleeves...excellent thermal retention."

"What's up with the sheet?" Derek pointed to a large sheet hanging on the wall.

Jackson shrugged, "I thought you guys put it there for some kind of unveiling."

"No." Derek shook his head.

"Well, somebody should say a few words, right?" Webber suggested, "I mean, it's unlucky not to."

The sound of laughter rang out as Callie and Arizona walked up. "Hey, why are you guys staring at the wall?" Arizona asked.

"Oh, we're waiting for the...big unveiling." Cristina joined.

"Mm." Callie nodded, "Well, you should be staring at my wife"

We all looked to Arizona. "New haircut?" Meredith asked.

"No. It's her leg." Callie laughed, "She's wearing high heels. Because she has a sexy high-heel leg that makes her ass go pow."

"Ohh. Wow. Wow." Cristina pretended to be blinded.

Meredith smiled, "Hey."

Derek looked at Arizona, "Whoa. Okay."

"Baby got back." Cristina joked as Arizona tried not to laugh.

"Looking sexy." I gave a thumbs up.

"Mm-hmm." Callie chuckled, "Come on, guys. You can comment, too. You have permission. It's the one time in your life you can say it...and, uh, not be gross."

"Well, I think it's a fine gluteal..." Webber started.

Arizona stopped him, "Oh, no. Let's just do the unveiling."

Jackson turned to the sheet, "Um, guys, I think the painters actually just left that there." he walked over and removed the sheet which revealed the sign for the hospital with the new name on it, "Let's get back to work. End of speech."

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"Awesome." Cristina smiled and held up a magazine she was holding as we gathered by the O.R. board, "We are awesome. Did you see our picture in this? Ha ha ha."

"I'm at twenty-eight weeks and I am worried about DiGeorge syndrome." Meredith stared at the board.

Alex looked up at her from the chair he was sitting in at the desk, "DiGeorge? There's, like, what a one in a hundred thousand? It's too rare. More likely it'll have a cleft palate or a heart defect."

Cristina looked up from the magazine, "Wait, if your baby has a heart defect, I will fix it."

"You're baby's going to be fine." I tried to assure Meredith.

Meredith just turned to Alex, "What about Phenylketonuria?"

Alex shook his head, "No, we screen for that at birth and treat it with diet."

"What about a giant hemangioma?" Meredith suggested, "Like a huge, out of control bloodsucker?"

"Now that's a possibility." Alex humored her, "Or maybe a congenital cystic adenomatoid malformation."

Cristina looked up once more, "Again, I will operate and do a lung transplant. We own a hospital...'A cutting edge, research-orientated hospital with an advanced level 1 Trauma center.'" she quoted the magazine, "Whatever's wrong with your baby, we will fix it."

"But you agree, there's definitely something wrong?" Meredith asked.

"Oh, my God. Marcus Cho?" Cristina started to drift off from the subject.

I looked to her, "Who's Marcus Cho?"

"Uh, uh, he's like a high functioning moron who was a year behind me at Stanford." Cristina told us, "And he just got published with his Attending for...no. No."

"For what?" Meredith asked.

"Robot-assisted surgery for mitral valve regurgitation!" Cristina exclaimed.

Meredith looked at the picture in the magazine, "He looks kinds smart."

Cristina closed the gossip-filled book before taking off, "He's a moron."

"I heard there was an O.B. using forceps during a breech delivery." Alex looked to Meredith, "Pulled a little too hard and..." he popped the cap off of his pen with his thumb, "Pop."

"Now that's what I'm talking about," Meredith said.

Shaking my head and chuckling, I made my way down to the E.R. where Owen, April, and I were giving a tour of the brand new set up. We had a brand new X-Ray that was top of the line and I couldn't wait to try it out.

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"And get to know the new electronic board. It automatically updates the location of your patients and any labs that have been ordered." Owen explained to a small group of E.R. doctors, surgeons, and interns.

"And we now have workstations at every bed, which are fully integrated with the new charting system," April added as we continued to walk through the E.R.

"And the beds are now numbered differently, so just pay attention." I turned to the group.

Everyone smiled as we arrived at the new attraction. "And now what you have all been waiting for." Owen announced as he turned on the lights to the new room with glass sliding doors so we could see inside, "The Lodox...low dose radiation X-Ray statscanner. It provides full-body anterior and lateral views. The low radiation makes imaging safer for children and pregnant women. It is our most cutting-edge tool in diagnostic technology."

Leah's hand shot up. "Murphy." Owen looked at her.

"When can we use it?" she asked.

Oh! I'll volunteer." Heather offered, "When I was six, I stuck a marble up my nose, and it never came out. We checked my stool for over a year."

"Listen, this is not a toy." Owen told them, "I know we all want to see this thing in action. But be patient. The last thing we need is some line forming when some real Trauma comes in."

"Chief Hunt, we've got an A.T.V. accident two minutes out." one of the nurses stood out from the Trauma desk and shouted over to Owen.

Owen nodded, "And here we go."

Taking off, we all got ready for our first Trauma in the new E.R. and before we knew it the ambulances arrived. "What have we got?" Owen and I greeted the paramedics at the door as Shane brought them in.

"Sixteen year old female." the paramedic told us, "A.T.V. collision. G.C.S. is six. Open depressed skull fracture with bleeding."

"Whoa." Owen stopped them from going any further, "Let's take her to Lodox. Get a statscan before we take her to Trauma."

A few people followed us as we entered the scanning room, excited to see the Lodox in action. "All right, everyone. Let's get ready for this transfer." Owen directed, "All right, on my count. Hold on. She's bleeding through these bandages."

"Ross, A.D.P. pads," April told him.

Shane nodded, "Got it."

"Uh...it looks like it's a branch of the M.C.A. Pressure's not gonna tamponade it." Owen sighed, "We need to get her straight to the O.R. Uh, page Shepherd. Ross, you're on this."

"What about the Lodox?" Heather asked.

"She's right here," Leah complained.

"She needs an intraoperative C.T." Owen said as we started to rush out of the room.

"It'll only take thirteen seconds," Leah called after us.

Owen turned to her, "We don't have thirteen seconds to spare. She could stroke out any second. Let's move! Let's go!"

And just like that, I was back in the game. Rushing down the halls with a critical patient by my side. It was such a rush and I had missed it so much. Owning a hospital definitely had its perks.