Grey's Anatomy RolePlay Disaster Fic (4/4)
Story: Grey's Anatomy RolePlay Disaster (4/4)
Author: owencristina
Disclamer: I do not own these Characters. They belong to Shonda Rhimes and ABC.
Sirens sounded as patients were lifted into ambulances, muck masked the red and white cars as the engine roared after them. Moaning faces were carried out of the hospital entrance. Dry, red eyes stare at the crumbling building before them.
Lifts sounded as she squeaked down to the floor, carrying with them OR beds, patients with IV's and monitors hanging from them. Burly hands held the bed sturdy against the wobbling lift, doctors and paramedics riding on the edges.
Tears fall down grateful faces as they kiss beloved ones. The sun hit low in the sky, casting a shadow around the lots of crammed cars.
"Callie?" Arizona fumbles, pushing away the concerned hands trying to pull her into the back of ambulances. Her shoes clack against the cement, she shoves through the crowds of people. "Callie!?"
Callie's chest rose as she took a deep breath, watching pairs of gloved hands applying ointment to her leg. Hair stuck to her face as she turned her head at the sound of her name. "Arizona?" She mumbled, looking for blonde curls through the crowd. Arizona tripped over the feet of the people in front of her, a smile spreading on a suddenly tear struck face as she saw Callie. Her shoes picked up mud as she quickened her face, running toward the black waves in front of her.
Her hands clutched around Callie's face, bringing her face in so she could kiss it. "Are you okay?" A hand swept back the dark locks. Callie cried looking into the blue eyes in front of her. "I'll be fine." She lifted a bruised arm and pulled her in for another kiss.
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"Stop!" Izzie called out to the ambulance that inched forward doors still open. "Wait. Stop. That's my husband." Tears fell from her eyes as she climbed into the truck, letting her fingers wrap through his. Doors closed them into the car and the siren whaled, speeding away.
--
Meredith wheeled her sister out onto the parking lot. She smiled, patting down her hair and flipped open her cell phone. Four bars shone in a dull black on her phone. Bloodstained fingers dialed the number.
The phone rang in her ear, buzzing along her cool skin. "Come on, pick up, pick up." Her heart raced, stomach leaning her forward. A hand swept under her hair, lips planting a kiss on the curve in her neck. She turned, teeth showing in her happy gleam. His arms wrapped around her waist. She kissed him, letting her hands come up and sink into his thick hair.
His hands slid down her neck and along her arms, checking for bruises and scrapes. "I'm okay." She giggled, lifting her eyes to his. "Good." He knelt his head, pressing her toward him as their lips met.
--
Mark climbed into the back of an ambulance, hands pressing against a deflated chest. 'Come on' He muttered as the doors closed behind him.
Addison pulled her hair into a ponytail, eyes locked on the horrific television scene. Her fingers fumbled for her car keys as she ran out the door, heading to the hospital.
--
"Owen!" Cristina gave a relieved look as his arms wrapped around hers. The walls stood crumbling around them. She winced as he pressed her close to him. He pulled her away, rubbing his hands against her shoulders as he cocked his head.
She sighed, turning to show the blood stained shirt. His lips pressed in, eyes scanning the dark crimson stains on her scrubs.
"What happened?" His nose pressed into the back of her head, nuzzling in her hair.
Her back ached as she turned, looking into his worried eyes. She let a small smile onto her face, letting her hands rest on the lower part of his back.
"It's a long story."
Author: owencristina
Disclamer: I do not own these Characters. They belong to Shonda Rhimes and ABC.
Sirens sounded as patients were lifted into ambulances, muck masked the red and white cars as the engine roared after them. Moaning faces were carried out of the hospital entrance. Dry, red eyes stare at the crumbling building before them.
Lifts sounded as she squeaked down to the floor, carrying with them OR beds, patients with IV's and monitors hanging from them. Burly hands held the bed sturdy against the wobbling lift, doctors and paramedics riding on the edges.
Tears fall down grateful faces as they kiss beloved ones. The sun hit low in the sky, casting a shadow around the lots of crammed cars.
"Callie?" Arizona fumbles, pushing away the concerned hands trying to pull her into the back of ambulances. Her shoes clack against the cement, she shoves through the crowds of people. "Callie!?"
Callie's chest rose as she took a deep breath, watching pairs of gloved hands applying ointment to her leg. Hair stuck to her face as she turned her head at the sound of her name. "Arizona?" She mumbled, looking for blonde curls through the crowd. Arizona tripped over the feet of the people in front of her, a smile spreading on a suddenly tear struck face as she saw Callie. Her shoes picked up mud as she quickened her face, running toward the black waves in front of her.
Her hands clutched around Callie's face, bringing her face in so she could kiss it. "Are you okay?" A hand swept back the dark locks. Callie cried looking into the blue eyes in front of her. "I'll be fine." She lifted a bruised arm and pulled her in for another kiss.
--
"Stop!" Izzie called out to the ambulance that inched forward doors still open. "Wait. Stop. That's my husband." Tears fell from her eyes as she climbed into the truck, letting her fingers wrap through his. Doors closed them into the car and the siren whaled, speeding away.
--
Meredith wheeled her sister out onto the parking lot. She smiled, patting down her hair and flipped open her cell phone. Four bars shone in a dull black on her phone. Bloodstained fingers dialed the number.
The phone rang in her ear, buzzing along her cool skin. "Come on, pick up, pick up." Her heart raced, stomach leaning her forward. A hand swept under her hair, lips planting a kiss on the curve in her neck. She turned, teeth showing in her happy gleam. His arms wrapped around her waist. She kissed him, letting her hands come up and sink into his thick hair.
His hands slid down her neck and along her arms, checking for bruises and scrapes. "I'm okay." She giggled, lifting her eyes to his. "Good." He knelt his head, pressing her toward him as their lips met.
--
Mark climbed into the back of an ambulance, hands pressing against a deflated chest. 'Come on' He muttered as the doors closed behind him.
Addison pulled her hair into a ponytail, eyes locked on the horrific television scene. Her fingers fumbled for her car keys as she ran out the door, heading to the hospital.
--
"Owen!" Cristina gave a relieved look as his arms wrapped around hers. The walls stood crumbling around them. She winced as he pressed her close to him. He pulled her away, rubbing his hands against her shoulders as he cocked his head.
She sighed, turning to show the blood stained shirt. His lips pressed in, eyes scanning the dark crimson stains on her scrubs.
"What happened?" His nose pressed into the back of her head, nuzzling in her hair.
Her back ached as she turned, looking into his worried eyes. She let a small smile onto her face, letting her hands rest on the lower part of his back.
"It's a long story."