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Jackson Avery ~ Bleeding Out

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Jackson Avery x NeutralReader

Synopsis - You leave the OR to get blood and run into Mr. Clark. He shoots you and you fight to stay alive in the small supply closet.

Word Count - 2.3k+

**Warnings** mentions of mass shooting

“Dr. Y/l/n, would you mind going to get more O negative blood and also more gauze, please?” Dr. Altman asks me. I am scrubbing in on a surgery with Dr. Altman, Dr. Hunt, and Dr. Avery. Normally a nurse would do this, but I find It better for me to move around in surgery, even if it’s just for two minutes. All the doctors believe I shouldn’t, but Dr. Altman understands and only asks me to do so when we are at a slow moment in the surgery that she knows I can do.

“Yes, of course. I’ll be right back.” I smile, but she can’t see through my surgical mask.

“Thank you.” I nod and leave the OR. I take off my gloves and take off the additional protection I have on for surgeries.

I go to the blood supply room, and I don’t see O neg blood. I groan, annoyed because I’m missing the surgery. I continue walking down the hallway, and start to wonder why I don’t see anyone. I make It to the other blood supply room, and I look around. I hear the door open and close behind me. I turn to the sound, expecting to see a doctor, but instead I see Mr. Gary Clark.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Clark. You can’t be in here. This is private for staff.” I tell him as nice as I can. I was one of the residents on his wife’s case. She turned out to be brain dead, so we had to unplug her.

“You were one of the people on my wife’s case. One of the supposed ‘doctors’ that should have saved my wife. You killed her.”

“I’m sorry, Mr. Clark. I don’t specialize in neuro, Chief Shepherd does. If I saw anything that I thought was remotely suspicious, and could have saved her, I would have spoken up. I’m so sorry, sir.” I tell him, totally genuine.

“It’s too late for sorry.” He pulls out a gun, and my eyes go wide. He points it at me, and shoots it to my stomach. I fall to the ground, and grunt. He leaves the room, but I can only hold my stomach. It feels like I got stabbed with fire. I feel hot tears fall down my face as I squeeze my stomach to stop the bleeding. The bullet hit me in more of my spleen area. If it hit any major organs, I could very well bleed out from the inside. I grab a kit I can use to give myself a blood transfusion. I attach the O neg bag to a needle, and IV. I can easily see the veins in my arm, and I put the needle In. This should help a little, and hopefully buy me some time. I look around for something I can use to hold pressure. I know I will get weak soon, If someone doesn’t find me. I see a thick book, it probably has medical things inside. I reach up and grab it. I also see gauze that I can use to keep the pressure applied. I lay flat on the ground, and wrap my body with the gauze, then put the book on it, then wrap it in gauze again.

“Ahh.” I cry out, but not loud enough for Mr. Clark to hear me if he’s near. I keep squeezing the gauze, and blood runs down my stomach, onto the floor. It hurts, but I have to make sure I don’t bleed out. I tie the gauze, and it stays in place when I let go. I try to continue to breathe, and stay awake.

!Jackson’s POV!

The door to the ER is opened, and Chief Shepherd comes in.

“Could I speak to Dr. Avery, please?” I hand the clamp I’m holding to a nurse next to me, and walk over to him.

“Yes sir?”

“How is the surgery going?”

“It is going fine. The patient is stable. They are almost finished.” I tell him.

“Once you are done, do not leave this room. There is a shooter in the hospital, we are on lockdown. Do not tell Dr. Altman and Dr. Hunt until the surgery is over. Can you handle this?” I nod, in so much shock. Then i remember that Y/n left to get blood.

“Y/n left to get blood.” I tell him, trying not to panic too much

“I will keep an eye out and have someone let you know of any updates. Get back to surgery so they aren’t too suspicious.’’ I nod and walk back over.

“What did the chief want?” Dr. Hunt asks me.

“He was just asking how long the surgery was going to take. He needs the OR next.” I go back to my spot.

“Okay. Could you please take back the clamp.” I nod, and I notice that my hands are shaking. “Keep those hands steady. You can’t be a good surgeon If you can’t steady your hands.” I sigh, and nod.

“Yes, sir. I’m sorry.” I try to steady my hands, but I can’t stop thinking about Y/n, and all the other doctors, patients, nurses. I can’t think about that now, I need to concentrate on this surgery.

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“Okay, we’re done here. I need to get him to ICU. He is still critical.” Dr. Hunt says.

“You can’t go anywhere.” I tell him.

“Why not, Dr. Avery? This patient still needs intensive care.”

“You can’t because we can’t leave this room. There is a shooter and we’re on lockdown.”

“Why didn’t you tell me this?”

“Shepherd said-.” But I’m cut off.

“I need to take him. I’m going to take him.

“But Shepherd said-.”

“We can’t stay here. The patient is critical.”

“Well, Shepherd said-.”

“I know what Shepherd said. I’m still taking him.” He says.

“I’m going with you.” Dr. Altman says. They continue before they leave. I sigh, and take my gloves off. I rub my hands on my head. This can’t be happening. I can’t do this. I can’t just sit in this room, but I also can’t leave.

About thirty minutes later, I hear people talking outside. I go to the door and open. I see Cristina and Meredith sitting on the floor. They jump when they see me.

“What are you doing? You know there’s a shooter, right! Get in here.” They come into the room and they tell me Chief Shepherd was shot. “We have two nurses, and two anesthesiologists.”

“But we need a surgeon.” I look at Christina.

“We have a surgeon.” Christina says, and I nod.

!Your POV!

“Rising up… back on the… street. Did my time… took my chances. Went the… distance now… I’m back on… on my feet.” I sing so I don’t fall asleep, but I can’t remember all the words right now. My brain is so cloudy. I look at my stomach, and see that I’ve bled through the gauze. I reach to it, but I don’t have the strength to fix it.

“Someone… help me.” I whisper, and close my eyes. I quickly open them back up, not wanting to fall asleep. I turn my head to look at my watch. It says two-fifteen, which means I’ve been laying here, bleeding to death for four hours. I’m lucky I’m still awake. That I am still even breathing. We went into surgery at ten o’clock, they should be done by now. That reminds me of Jackson. His face. If he could just come into the room right now, that would be amazing. I take the deepest breath I can, and continue singing.

“Rising up back… on the street… did my time… took… my… chances.” I feel my eyes close, and i can’t even make myself force them back open.

!Jackson’s POV!

I sigh and walk into the on-call room. We just got out of surgery with Chief Shepherd, after having a gun out to our heads. The man has been taken care of, and the Swat team has cleared the hospital. I need to go find Y/n. I change out of my clothes, and walk out of the hospital. I see lots of people, the police are questioning doctors and nurses. Most of the patients have been transported to a different hospital. I see Chief Webber, and I go over to him.

“Hello, Dr. Avery. Are you okay?”

“Yes. I’m fine. Do you know if Dr. Y/l/n has gone home?” I ask him

“No. I haven’t seen, Y/n.”

“Has anyone seen Y/n?”

“No one has said anything to me.” I look around, and I see Dr. Torres and go over to her.

“Dr. Torres did you see Y/n? When you were in the halls?” I ask him, getting worried.

“No, I’m sorry.’’

“Has anyone seen Dr. Y/l/n!” I shout into the crowd of doctors. They all shake their heads and say no. I run back into the hospital, and run straight to the blood supply room that was closest to the OR we were in. I open the door, but there is no one in there.

“Oh god. Y/n!” I shout as I jog through the halls. I hear something clatter, and I see another blood supply room. I open the door, and I see Y/n lying on the floor. There is a book strapped down with guaze. There is blood all over the floor.

“Avery.” I hear a breathy voice.

“Hey, you’re going to be okay. I’m here. I’m sorry it took so long, but you’re going to be okay.” I grab some more gauze and unwrap the book. The blood starts to flow a lot faster, and I quickly apply pressure with the gauze.

“Dr. Avery!” I hear Dr. Torres shouting my name.

“I need help!” I shout back at her. I turn back to Y/n, and keep applying pressure.

“Oh my god.” She says and comes next to me.

“We have to get her to surgery, Dr. Torres.” He nods.

“Pack that gauze on and I need you to run to an OR Try your best to not move too much. I’m going to get the doctors we need. When you get to the OR, I need you to get an ultrasound, so we can get that bullet out. We can’t wait for a CT. Okay? Go. Now.” I grab some tape, and quickly pack that on the wound. I run to the OR, following Dr. Torres’s advice in not moving too much.

“Come on, Y/n. You’re going to be okay. Just hold on.”

!Your POV!

I wake up in a hospital bed, and to the sun. I feel weight on my hand, and I turn to it. I see someone holding It, and I follow the arm to see Jackson Avery. He’s asleep, but his grip is still strong.

“Mhmm.” I groan when I feel a headache and pounding in my stomach. I see Jackson look up and look at me.

“How you feeling?”

“Pretty good, considering I almost bled to death after laying on the ground for eight hours.” I say sarcastically. He chuckles.

“I bet. I’m sorry I didn’t find you sooner.”

“Well, I’m glad you found me at all. Don’t worry about when you found me. At least you did.” I squeeze his hand, and he smiles. He leans up and kisses my cheek.

“Is everyone okay?” I ask him. He looks down and shakes his head.

“Reed and Charles are dead. Karev, Shepherd, and Hunt got shot.” I sigh.

“I’m so sorry.” I tell him. His people from Mercy West got shot and killed because of one man.

“It’s okay. I’m okay. I was just worried about you the whole time.” I lightly smile. So many people got hurt, because of Mr. Clark. I see his face again. I see when he took out the gun. I see the ceiling that’s not as white as I always thought as I try not to die. Tears fall from my face, and I cover my face with my hand. I hear Jackson move, then I feel my bed dip on my non-injured side. He wraps his arm around my shoulders and pulls me into him. I grab his shirt, and cry Into it.

“How did this happen?”

“I don’t know. I don’t know, but we’re going to be okay, Y/n.” He rubs my hair and I slowly fall asleep.

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I wake up a few hours after I went to sleep. I had terrible dreams the whole time was asleep, so I just don’t sleep. I sit and look at the clock. Jackson starts to move, and I turn to him. He looks like he’s having a nightmare, like I did.

“Jackson. Jackson.” I shake him, trying to wake him.

“Ahh!” He shoots up awake.

“Hey. Hey. You’re okay. I’m here. You’re okay.” I whisper to him. He looks at me, and closes his eyes to calm himself. “Tell me about what happened with you.”

“I was in surgery with Dr. Shepherd and that man came in and held a gun to mine and Christina’s head. He told us to stop operating or he would kill us. He shot Dr. Hunt, and almost shot Meredith and Christina. I had to unplug Shepherd from the machine so it would flat line. Then I got out of surgery, and I found you in a pool of blood. I was so scared, Y/n.” He says, and I see a tears land on his shirt. I pull him to me and kiss him.

“All those people are alive and okay because of you. Me being one of them. I had nightmares too, and I don’t think they are going to go away soon. But, I’m here if you need me. I need you so, you don’t really have a choice.” I chuckle, and he smiles.

“I need you.” He says to me.

“Want to watch terrible daytime TV with me?” He nods, and I grab the remote from my bedside table. I turn on the TV, and get more comfortable with Jackson.

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fan-imagines · 6 years ago

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Alex Karev ~ It’s Hard

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Alex Karev x NeutralReader

Synopsis - You accidentally walk in on Karev on something personal after having a night with him. You try to comfort him, but he is rude before making up with you.

Word Count - 1.7+

**Warnings** none ??

I pull my hair back into a pony tail, about to start my twenty hour shift at the hospital. I walk into the on-call room and see Alex. He looks at me quickly and and wipes his eyes.

“Get out, Y/n!” He shouts at me.

“Sorry.” I close the door and close my eyes, wanting to crawl into a hole and die. Alex and I got together, and it’s been pretty awkward ever since. That interaction definitely didn’t help my situation at all. I walk down the hall, trying to finding my interns. I see all the residents in front of Dr. Bailey, and I follow suit.

“Good. Y/l/n, have you seen Karev?” Bailey asks me.

“U-uh, n-n-no. I h-haven’t.” I stutter, I’m not going to call out Alex.

“Right here.” I hear him say behind me. I don’t turn to him, and I see Izzie looking at me, questioning what’s going on with her eyes. I widen my eyes at her, and shake my head at her.

“Okay, Grey and Yang, you’re on Shepherd’s service and Dixon is here. I believe they have surgeries today, but you are going to do their charts unless they call you into surgery.”

“But, Dixon is having congenital bypass surgery today, I’m due to scrub in.” Christina fights.

“Don’t talk to me, talk to Dixon. Stevens, you’re on clinic. Karev, and Y/l/n, you’re on trauma. I believe it’s Hunt. Everyone walks away, going to their stations.

“I-I can’t w-work with Karev. I walked in o-on something personal this morning.” I tell her, playing with my fingers. I get nervous talking about other people unless it’s a patient.

“Y/n, you are a doctor. You don’t have to invite Karev over for dinner, just have to work. So go, do your job. Go. Go.” She shoos me and I sigh before going to the trauma area.

“Nice of you to join, Dr. Y/l/n. We have a trauma coming in.” I nod, and follow him out to the trauma bay and quickly have a nurse tie the back of my yellow scrubs. I thank her and I put gloves ready for the patient. I hear the siren of the ambulance getting closer.

The ambulance stops and the medics open the door and start speaking.

“Natalie Fords. Twenty one, got into an accident at the park. Was hit with a baseball then bit by a random dog. BP is 80 over 42. Vitals are stable as of now, but had a seizure before departure.” I look at the girl. Her arm has a chunk of it out. Her head is bleeding, and I’m able to see bone. She must have hit her head on the way down. There’s another ambulance coming.

“Y/n, Karev, you take her. Page Shepherd and Sloan. You can handle this, yes?” We both nod and run into the hospital. We take her to Trauma Room 2. Two of my interns are there, and also a few nurses.

“Push two of morphine.” I say and check the girls heart. She has a steady heart rate. I tell Karev, and he grunts in response. Both Dr. Shepherd and Dr. Sloan show up at the same time. Shepherd checks her head, while Sloan checks her arm.

“What going here?” Shepherd asks.

“She got hit with a baseball, and bit by a dog. She had a seizure before they departed.” I tell them.

“Since she is stable, we can get her in for an MRI and CT scan. Sloan, how the arm?”

“It looks okay. Definitely gnawed on, but i can patch it up. Run a few blood tests to find if there is any harmful bacteria. Page me after the tests. For now flush it with saline, and put a bandage on it, it should be okay.” Sloan gets up and leaves.

“Karev, get that bandage for her and put it on. Y/l/n, get her ready for the tests.” I nod, and he leaves.

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The girl still hasn’t woken up when we put her in the MRI machine. We start the machine, and sit in the little waiting/watching area.

“Alex, I-.” But I get cut off.

“No.”

“Alex, I can help you. Just tell me what’s-.” I get cut off again.

“No, Y/n! I don’t need or want you to talk to me. You think you can change me and be a part of my life after we were together for one night. I don’t need some stupid, spoiled brat trying to console me of my feelings! You are too blinded by your privilege to understand what everyone else goes though! You don’t know everything! You-.” I wince at what he saying, but soon notice the girl in the machine, she’s seizing again.

“Alex.” I say while he continues.

“No, shut up.” ^^^ He says, but I brush past him and run to the girl. He sees what I’m doing, calls out for someone to page Shepherd. I pull her on her side, leaking the fluids that come from her mouth. I hear the heart monitor flatline, and I start doing chest compressions.

“Get a crash cart in here!” I shout at Alex. He nods, and I continue to do compressions. A nurse runs in with an intubator. Alex puts it in, and pushes air into her chest. The crash cart comes to me, and I sigh with relief. “Charge to two-hundred. Clear!” I push the paddles onto her, and her body jolts the falls back. I look up at the monitor, and nothing happens. “Charge three hundred. Clear.” I do it once more, and her body jolts. I look again to the monitor, and it starts to beep. I sigh, and grab the intubator to keep air going into her lungs. Dr. Shepherd comes in, and looks at us.

“What happened?” He asks.

“She seized, and coded. I got her back. I’m still intubating just in case.” I tell him.

“Why didn’t you notice it before she coded?” He questions. I look at Alex, and come up with something.

“She coded almost immediately after seizing. By the time I could get into the room, she was pretty much coding. I just couldn’t get in there fast enough.” I tell him.

“Okay. Well, you got her back, good job. Next time we need to be more urgent. Understood? Finish the scan, we definitely need surgery. Karev, you’ll scrub in on this one. I trust you can finish the scan.” I shift my eyes to the ground, and groan. Alex yelled at me, I saved the patient after she coded, then stood up for Alex, but he got the surgery.

“Y/n?”

“Yeah. Whatever, Alex.” I leave the room and go to do charting.

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I look up when I hear someone stomping down the hallway. It’s Alex. Dr. Shepherd comes out soon after. I go up to him.

“What happened?” I ask him.

“She seized on the table. Karev was closing up, but her movement caused the brain to bleed and to swell. She didn’t make it.” I nod.

“Oh.” I begin to walk away, but he stops me.

“I wanted to let you know that you did good in that MRI room. You saved her then. I didn’t put you on the surgery because I wanted to test Karev. You held your own in there. I could tell he didn’t help you. You’re a great doctor. I know that doesn’t make up for the surgery, but you did a great job today. Keep it up.” He smiles.

“Thank you, Dr. Shepherd .” I tell him. He nods and leaves. I walk to the room the I saw Alex go to. I can hear him screaming through the door. I decide to leave him alone for now.

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I get home after my shift, and fall into my sofa. The sound of the rain against the window quickly lured me to sleep.

I wake startled, but not knowing why. I then hear a knock on my front door, and realize why I woke up. I leave my room groggily, and open my door.

“Alex?” I look at him, and he is soaked. I look at his face, and I can see he is crying, even though the rain is falling on his face. He pulses, crying still and I pull him into me. I wrap my arms around his neck, getting my clothes wet as well. He grabs onto me, and continues crying into my shoulder. “You’re okay.” I whisper to him and stroke his hair. After a few minutes, he lets me go.

“I-I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. Stay here, I’ll bring you some dry clothes.” I run to my room and grab boxers, he biggest pair of sweatpants I can find, and the biggest shirt. I look down at my shirt, and realize I’m wet as well. I quickly change into shorts and a hoodie. I run back downstairs, and hand him the clothes. I point to the bathroom, and he goes in. I go into my kitchen and start on coffee.

“Thank you, Y/n.” I hear Alex behind me.

“Of course. What’s the matter?” I ask and sit at the stool at my island.

“I just, I don’t know. That girl just threw me over the edge. I just thought about everything. It’s hard watching people die and not being able to do anything about it. To see people, leave and not being able do anything about it. It’s hard. It’s so freaking hard.” I nod and get the coffee. I pour two mugs and we walk over to the sofa.

“I know it’s hard. I’m here to listen to whatever you need, Alex.”

“I know. I’m so sorry for the way I treated you, Y/n. I don’t know how to do this whole, ‘nice to people thing’. Especially when they’re someone like you. You stood up for me today when I was the one who was screaming at you.”

“I’m okay. My brother used to do the same thing. I know that when someone is being a jerk, and yell at me, they are nicer inside. They don’t know how to show vulnerability. It’s a defense mechanism. We all have them. I get quiet and awkward when I’m upset, scared, tired, whatever.”

“You’re pretty awesome, Y/n.”

“I already know that. But, thanks.” I say. He laughs. We drink our coffee while we watch a movie, and soon fall asleep.

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