Code Blue • Jackson Avery

Chapter Fifty Three

We boarded the plane to Boise, Idaho for a pro bono twin surgery.

"Are you sure your okay?" My dad asked as we boarded the plane.

"I'm fine" I said. I knew he could see right through me. I had gone to my apartment once since I got back. I barely talked to Jackson.

"Let's talk about where your going then" he said. I rolled my eyes.

"Yes let's hear this" Mark said.

"Fine well I got a generous offer from Hopkins and Mayo" I said. My dad smiled.

"I still have Seattle Grace but I think I'm leaning towards New York Presbyterian" I continued.

"Atta girl" Mark said high-fiving me.

"Did you call your mother yet to let her know? Oh this is perfect. Will be in Boston you in New York" He rejoiced.

"Well it's not final yet but I will once everything is finalized" I said.

"NYP Mark and I dominated that place in our hay days" my dad reminisced.

"You know Addison still has the brownstone. She doesn't live there you should see if you can have it" my dad said.

"What's Jackson deciding on?" Mark asked.

"Uh, last I heard Tulane was a contender" I said looking at my nails. Jackson and I barely talked about what occurred with him and April it didn't even cross my mind to find out where my finance might be doing his fellowship.

"If he was smart he would do NYP with you" Mark sung.

"I'll talk to him" I said. Meredith giving me a look. I sat back in my seat shuffling through the papers I had to complete before the flight touched down.

Suddenly we hit bad turbulence and before I knew it the plane was crashing into something. The back end gets ripped off. I curled into a ball on my seat trying to protect my head and brace for impact.

The impact comes and I'm afraid to look. After staying stationary for a solid few minutes I uncurled my body from under the seat.

I peaked my head above the seat to find the other side of the plane missing. Smoke rising from the burnt metal.

Screams filled the air along with Cristina yelling at Meredith.

I got up and felt a sharp pain down my leg. My ankle looked to be broken. I felt around the rest of my body to make sure I wasn't in shock and not feeling the pain.

I had a few cuts and bruises on my forehead and arm but managed to be only injured minor.

I exited the plane to find Cristina and Meredith wandering around.

"Hey are you guys okay?" I asked.

"Oh ah Bella's okay. Where's Lexie and Derek?" Meredith asked. I looked around to find Mark trying to stand up and Dr. Robbins trapped under the plane. Her screams becoming irritating.

"SHUT UP" Cristina yelled. "Where's my shoe?" She repeatedly asked.

"Derek" Meredith called out. My heart stopped at the thought of my dad being injured or worse dead.

"Let's go look" Cristina said.

"I can't I broke my ankle. I need a splint" I said sitting down. The pain becoming increasingly worse.

I sat down in the middle of forest trying to hold back the tears the pain had created. It was then everything went black.

5 months later....

I rushed down the steps of the brownstone and into the town car I had called.

I was heading to the hospital for my shift. New York Presbyterian was now my new home. I visited weekly with my mom when she was in town. I got the brownstone from Addison.

And in four short months I was expecting a girl.

I had left Seattle immediately after the crash and once I was better. I didn't even say goodbye to Jackson but he by now knows I'm here.

He doesn't know I'm pregnant. No one but Cristina and Meredith do. I have weekly calls with Meredith and my dad. Occasionally if it's not too late Zola will say hi as well.

I was in the car when my dad's called id came up on my phone.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Hey are you going to come for the settlement meeting. I think it's best if you do" he said with sadness in his voice.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Mark he's... he's been on life support for almost a month. We pull the plug tomorrow 5pm" he explained.

"I'll be there" I said. I hung up the call and buried my face in my hands.

"Take me to the airport" I called out to the driver. I knew I had to face my fear some day. I was just hoping it was later than now.