Grey's Anatomy RolePlay Disaster Fic (2/4)
Story: Grey's Anatomy RolePlay Disaster (2/4)
Author: owencristina
Disclamer: I do not own these Characters. They belong to Shonda Rhimes and ABC.
The building shook. Chaos ensued as people screamed with the growing movement. Shaking hands try to hold onto walls as scrambled feet trip over one another, falling to the floor.
Cracks sound through the building as the structure crumbled, pieces falling around them. Debris scatters around the floor, tripping running crowds. Feet leave the ground, leaving inches of air between them and the floor, before thrusting them to the ground, curling them through the halls.
The bridge falls between the East and West wings of the hospital. It crumbles, cracking glass and cement. Shards of glass fall to the floor, passerby’s scramble to get out of the way. Blood smears the floor as glass traps bodies to the ground.
Callie tripped, running away from the splitting bridge, and screams as she loses the ground from under her. A hand grips around her arm, and she looks up gratefully to a panicked Eli, pulling her up. She winces, tears rolling down her face as a corner scraped a chunk of skin off her leg, leaving a flap of skin hanging from exposed muscle. Her fingers dig into his back as he pulls her against a wall, and she bows her head, humming a Spanish prayer.
Scared eyes dilate as they look over the vast space between the hospital, mouths parting into an ‘O’ as they looked at the crumbled bridge and the screaming scarlet covered faces.
Mark, Meredith, Izzie, Arizona, Lexie and Cristina find themselves trapped in the West Wing and Owen, Derek, Alex and Callie are trapped in the East.
Screams echo through the OR as Arizona cowers over the patient, trying to keep the debris from falling into the open cavity. Cristina lets a small shriek pass her lips as she bends, trying to keep the body as sterile as possible. Two small scalpels lodge into her back, keeling her over.
“Cristina!” Arizona yells, gripping her hands over the bars on the operating bed, eyes bulging at the metal stabbed through Cristina’s blue scrubs.
She pushes the IV rack with her foot, pulling against the lever on the left side of the bed. Her chest presses against the frame of the bed as she pushed on it, rolling the bed into the hall. The building gives another shake, Arizona lost her balance as the bed rolled away, out of her grasp and her head swung, hitting against the doorframe. Her eyes sway shut, as she falls to the ground, head slamming against the floor.
Cristina groaned, raising her head to look at the scrambling room.
“Arizona?” She calls out, only the sound of rumbling returns.
Blood swims down the floors of the halls, staining past crouched people in the halls.
Alex scrambled to get kids into doorways; he slides into the bathroom of his patient, lifting her from the ground. She cries into his shoulder, little fingers gripping into the collar of his doctor coat. He rubbed her hair behind a pink ear, letting her head rest against the wall. She clasped onto him, tears falling down her face.
“I’ll be right back.” She watched him with tear filled eyes. “I promise.” He nodded at her as she let go of his coat, wrapping her arms around herself.
He stepped into the hall, past the nurse’s station, guiding people to open doorways. Another wave hit the hospital; the walls shook, sending the pipes through the ceilings. They popped, water spouting down the halls. Shards of metal flew around the room, lodging themselves in the back of his head. He let out a scream, falling to his knees, hands automatically flying to the ridges sticking out of his head.
His head weighed heavy on his shoulders as he watched the room spin before going dark. His fingers dug under his furiously blinking eyes, air winded out of him. His chest expanded, throwing him to the floor.
Blank eyes stared into vast darkness before eyelids crept closed. Little cries sounded from down the hall.
The aftershock hit, large cracks swam up the walls, and doors broke off of hinges. Sweat poured down faces as they kissed the fissured pavement outside the hospital, crawling past the toppled over benches.
Lexie used the sleeve of her scrub to wipe the damp forehead of the woman caught under a slab of ceiling tile. She purses her lips blowing a strand of brown hair out of the way. The chest under her bloody hands stops rising, she wrinkled her mouth letting tears fall over her dirt grimed face, past chapped lips.
She rises, looking with tear filled eyes at the crowd rushing to get past her. Her hands reach out, cries lost in the noise of the trampling feet. Her arms curve over her head, she bends her knees cowering away from the herd of bodies pushing past her. A man with a hat shoves past her, and she finds herself toppling to the floor. Her chest rises as she gasps for air at the snap in her leg; she pushed off against the floor hopping on one foot toward an empty hall.
The shaking stops as the building steadies. The lights flicker off with a hum.
Author: owencristina
Disclamer: I do not own these Characters. They belong to Shonda Rhimes and ABC.
The building shook. Chaos ensued as people screamed with the growing movement. Shaking hands try to hold onto walls as scrambled feet trip over one another, falling to the floor.
Cracks sound through the building as the structure crumbled, pieces falling around them. Debris scatters around the floor, tripping running crowds. Feet leave the ground, leaving inches of air between them and the floor, before thrusting them to the ground, curling them through the halls.
The bridge falls between the East and West wings of the hospital. It crumbles, cracking glass and cement. Shards of glass fall to the floor, passerby’s scramble to get out of the way. Blood smears the floor as glass traps bodies to the ground.
Callie tripped, running away from the splitting bridge, and screams as she loses the ground from under her. A hand grips around her arm, and she looks up gratefully to a panicked Eli, pulling her up. She winces, tears rolling down her face as a corner scraped a chunk of skin off her leg, leaving a flap of skin hanging from exposed muscle. Her fingers dig into his back as he pulls her against a wall, and she bows her head, humming a Spanish prayer.
Scared eyes dilate as they look over the vast space between the hospital, mouths parting into an ‘O’ as they looked at the crumbled bridge and the screaming scarlet covered faces.
Mark, Meredith, Izzie, Arizona, Lexie and Cristina find themselves trapped in the West Wing and Owen, Derek, Alex and Callie are trapped in the East.
Screams echo through the OR as Arizona cowers over the patient, trying to keep the debris from falling into the open cavity. Cristina lets a small shriek pass her lips as she bends, trying to keep the body as sterile as possible. Two small scalpels lodge into her back, keeling her over.
“Cristina!” Arizona yells, gripping her hands over the bars on the operating bed, eyes bulging at the metal stabbed through Cristina’s blue scrubs.
She pushes the IV rack with her foot, pulling against the lever on the left side of the bed. Her chest presses against the frame of the bed as she pushed on it, rolling the bed into the hall. The building gives another shake, Arizona lost her balance as the bed rolled away, out of her grasp and her head swung, hitting against the doorframe. Her eyes sway shut, as she falls to the ground, head slamming against the floor.
Cristina groaned, raising her head to look at the scrambling room.
“Arizona?” She calls out, only the sound of rumbling returns.
Blood swims down the floors of the halls, staining past crouched people in the halls.
Alex scrambled to get kids into doorways; he slides into the bathroom of his patient, lifting her from the ground. She cries into his shoulder, little fingers gripping into the collar of his doctor coat. He rubbed her hair behind a pink ear, letting her head rest against the wall. She clasped onto him, tears falling down her face.
“I’ll be right back.” She watched him with tear filled eyes. “I promise.” He nodded at her as she let go of his coat, wrapping her arms around herself.
He stepped into the hall, past the nurse’s station, guiding people to open doorways. Another wave hit the hospital; the walls shook, sending the pipes through the ceilings. They popped, water spouting down the halls. Shards of metal flew around the room, lodging themselves in the back of his head. He let out a scream, falling to his knees, hands automatically flying to the ridges sticking out of his head.
His head weighed heavy on his shoulders as he watched the room spin before going dark. His fingers dug under his furiously blinking eyes, air winded out of him. His chest expanded, throwing him to the floor.
Blank eyes stared into vast darkness before eyelids crept closed. Little cries sounded from down the hall.
The aftershock hit, large cracks swam up the walls, and doors broke off of hinges. Sweat poured down faces as they kissed the fissured pavement outside the hospital, crawling past the toppled over benches.
Lexie used the sleeve of her scrub to wipe the damp forehead of the woman caught under a slab of ceiling tile. She purses her lips blowing a strand of brown hair out of the way. The chest under her bloody hands stops rising, she wrinkled her mouth letting tears fall over her dirt grimed face, past chapped lips.
She rises, looking with tear filled eyes at the crowd rushing to get past her. Her hands reach out, cries lost in the noise of the trampling feet. Her arms curve over her head, she bends her knees cowering away from the herd of bodies pushing past her. A man with a hat shoves past her, and she finds herself toppling to the floor. Her chest rises as she gasps for air at the snap in her leg; she pushed off against the floor hopping on one foot toward an empty hall.
The shaking stops as the building steadies. The lights flicker off with a hum.