Rain

Do Better

"Oh, for fuck's sake." Meredith puked again as Emily rubbed her back soothingly, keeping her shoes a respectable distance away from the vomit. "You pregnant or something, Mer?" she joked as Derek strolled up to them, asking for the blonde on an aneurysm clipping. "Doctor." The brunette nodded to Addison who strided past them before speaking to Bailey.

"Oh, my god." Addison exclaimed softly, disbelief clear in her voice. Derek looked up as well, through the same window.

"Oh... my... god..." The other interns squinted at the man who shook hands with the board member as Cristina smirked, sidling up to Emily and pulling her arm. Meredith groaned as she rubbed a hand against her head, face scrunched up in pain.

"Oh, my god."

"Is that-"

"McSteamy," Cristina affirmed for George, pushing the brunette in the direction of the door. "Go Emily, make your move."

"What?" she squawked just as Meredith vomited again and Mr. Sullivan reached for his lighter.

"No, Mr. Sullivan! Don't light that!"

Everything was chaos. There was screaming, general mayhem, George running for the phone and Emily staring at the blaze of fire that was once Mr. Sullivan's face.

"Somebody get the fire extinguisher."

"Call a code red!"

They rushed into the room as the interns worked together to pat out the fire and drag a new gurney towards the room. Derek found the fire extinguisher, spraying it onto the sheets and clothes generously. When the fire was out, Emily grabbed gauze, laying it atop the black skin.

The other interns transferred him onto a gurney and they wheeled him out as Mark appeared in the doorway, looking pristine and not at all like he should. He looked stiff and clandestine and Emily only spared him a glance as she unhooked the I.V bag from the stand and attached it to the gurney. Ordering for gauze, Sloan passed Bailey an ambu bag. A fireman rushed past them with an extinguisher, putting out the last remnants of the flames. Snapping on a pair of gloves, he inspected the skin.

"Make sure he has an airway. Sir, can you hear me? Sir?" Mark asked, applying the gauze to the burnt face.

"No, he's out. Hit his head. Small hematoma in the occipital region," Bailey reported, adjusting her grip on the bag.

"Get him to the burn unit 'til he's stabilized, then get a C.T." Mark ordered, "Go,"

"Right away, doctor. Come on," The team wheeled the gurney away as Emily began walking to the closest nurses station. Cristina, Meredith and Derek walked down the hall where they could get a glass of water, returning soon after with George in tow. Sloan and Dr. Webber walked past them, a tension crackling in the air. She knew his eyes scanned her body, trying to catch her attention but she turned away and into George to avoid it.

"What kind of idiot lights a cigarette in a hospital?" Webber asked as Derek walked up to them.

"Apparently, people do idiotic things all the time." They all shared glances, the ones Derek sent poisonous while Sloan simply stared. The Chief climbed the stairs, his head of Neuro in tow as Addison approached Mark. Two separate conversations going on at the same time, the interns tried to follow both as Cristina pointed at Mark.

"Go, Em. Break it up. She's stealing your man."

"What? No!" the brunette exclaimed, sitting down in the office chair. Spinning around to face the two pairs of doctors, she switched between the men on top of the balcony and Addison interrogating Mark. Hearing a scuffling of feet, she turned just to see Meredith puke. Again.