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ONCE THEY BROUGHT THE PATIENT INTO THE TRAUMA ROOM, ATTENDINGS AND RESIDENTS GATHERED TO HELP HIM,
Camilla intubated him, the pump going over the pen to push air into his lungs while Mark checked the cut that the stranger made and Webber, Bailey, Karev, and George scanned his body for more injuries.
"Is that a pen in his throat?" George whispered to Camilla,
"Cool, isn't it?" Camilla smirked, glancing over at the redhead who saved this man's life, who was standing in the corner,
"Oh, Michael! Oh, God, Michael! Oh, God, is that a...? Is that a pen in his throat? Does he have a ballpoint pen in his throat?!" Anna yelled as she entered the room.
Camilla stared at her with a furrowed brow. Michael was Sarabeth's husband, wasn't he?
George grabbed onto her, "Ma'am, you need to wait outside. Let the doctors work."
"But they have to be very careful with him. Michael's been under an incredible amount of stress lately, and it's the last thing he needs now..."
"Grey, can you handle this woman, please?" Meredith moved to grab Anna,
"Mrs. Loomis, we're gonna take you to your husband. He's around the corner." She began to lead her towards the door, "Sweetheart, I'm here. Michael, I'm here, sweetheart."
Webber looked around at the other doctors, "This is not her husband?"
Camilla and George shared a look, "Nope." They answered at the same time,
The other door opened and Sarabeth gasped, "Oh, my God! It's Michael!"
"It's her husband." George stated,
"What happened to him?" Sarabeth questioned,
"Please come with me, ma'am." George grabbed her and lead her back towards the door,
"What happened to him?!"
Once the room was quiet again, Mark spoke, "You trached a man in the field using a ballpoint pen?"
"That's all I had on me." The man replied, and Mark shook his head, "What? It's not like I didn't clean it off with fresh snow."
"It's awesome." Alex commented,
"Really awesome." Camilla grinned,
The man walked over to watch what Mark was doing, "Really? You're going with a size-six Shiley tube on this?"
"Somebody get this guy away from me." Mark growled,
"Uh, I'm gonna need a CT of, uh, his belly, Chief. Karev, get us in line." Bailey ordered, grabbing her stethoscope,
