Unexpected Love (Editing)

Chapter 20

Liliana's pov

"You made us late." I tell Jackson as we get into the elevator.

"Did not?" He shakes his head.

"Yes you did. It was your idea to have sex before we had to leave for work." I reply.

"Don't act like you didn't enjoy it." He smirks kissing me causing me to giggle.

"Well I did enjoy it very much." I say giving him another kiss as the elevator opens up and we walk towards the nurses station where everyone is gathered looking at something on television.

"What's going on?" I ask Chief Webber.

That's when I hear the reporter say there's been a mass shooting at a local college near by making me and Jackson both tense up thinking about what had just happened at Seattle Grace six months ago. Mark was trying to console Lexie who was uncontrollably crying.

We all go get dressed in trauma gowns to prepare for the incoming victims. We we make it outside where Lexie and April are still crying as we wait for the ambulances to arrive.

"There are 15 ambulances coming. There may be more on way. The first one is three minutes out." Owen says.

"People , people." Chief says getting our attention. "Our own trauma is fresh and we are going to have feelings today. There's no shame in that. What I want to say is what we went through six months ago, they are going through now. Which makes them our brothers and sisters, which makes them fellow travelers, which makes them our own. So to the very best of our ability we are going to do our work first and you are going to have your feelings later." We nod our heads in agreement.

Lexie is still crying, so Mark sends her to the pit to call the blood bank. As the ambulances arrive Derek and I rush to a patient who fell out of a fourth story window trying to help others escape and is suffering from a brain hemorrhage.

"Are you okay?" I ask Derek who's obviously stressed.

"Nothing about this is okay." He shakes his head.

We rush to get the patient prepped for surgery then rush him to the OR. We get scrubbed in and start the surgery.

"You see that bridging vain." Derek asks as I suction around the bleeding.

"You'll have to compromise it if you're going to pull that skull flap back." I say. He nods his head in agreement.

"I'll be right back I'm about to go update the wife again." I say looking at the clock.

"Dr. Garcia you're a surgeon, not a social worker." He sighs in frustration. I've been stepping out to update the patient's wife frequently since the surgery began.

"You can't spare me for a couple of minutes?"

"We have a patient laying on the table."

"That's not all that there is to this story Dr. Shepherd." I sigh.

"Don't start this again." He says.

"The other part of the story is there's a wife sitting in that waiting room worried sick about her husband. You're only seeing this one side." I frown.

"Fine, just go." He yells.

"I'll be quick." I say leaving the OR.

I quickly notify the wife of what is going on then I return to surgery. I start back assisting as the patients monitor begins to go off.

"Son of a bitch." Derek mumbles.

"ICP still 45." I say watching the monitor.

"His brain is still swelling. We're going to have to take out the other side." Derek says.