I'm standing with Owen in the lobby as we discuss the big storm that's coming with the staff.
Owen: this storm will bring in a lot of casualties. We're gonna need to make room for them, so let's discharge all patients that can be.
Savannah: post-op and long-term patients are gonna be transferred to Seattle Pres further inland. We're gonna bring in supplementals– water, food, meds, lighting.
Owen: uh, we're gonna be checking and refueling the backup generators. As for you surgeons...
Savannah: push, postpone, or cancel all elective procedures until after this storm. There will be a list of available surgeons. Most importantly, we're gonna need to print hard copies of all computerized patient charts in case of a power loss.
Jackson: all of them? Do we have time to—
Bailey: I'll do that.
I smile at Bailey.
Owen: Bailey, it's good to have you back. I'll put you on the OR rotation.
Bailey: uh, I meant I'll do the charts.
I sigh as Bailey walks away.
Savannah: everyone, they're saying that this is going to be a bad one, but we have three days to prepare. So let's do this and be ready when the storm hits. Dr. Hunt and I will be available if you have any questions. Thank you.
I step down and approach Jackson and Natalie.
Jackson: are you sure you should be putting all this pressure on yourself, darling?
Natalie: Jackson's right, mama. I mean, you can afford to slow down a bit.
Savannah: I'm pregnant. I'm not sick.
Natalie: you're very pregnant.
Jackson: exactly. You're three weeks away from your due date.
Natalie: and who knows, she could come early. Maybe any day now.
Savannah: you guys, I'm feeling great. I was made for this. This is my time to shine.
I kiss my daughter and boyfriend then run off.
-later-
I'm running through the halls with April and Murphy following behind me.
Savannah: clear the hallway for cots, people will come looking for shelter.
Murphy: how bad is this supposed to be?
Savannah: hope for the best, prepare for the worst, right?
I approach the ambulance.
Savannah: what do we got?
Paramedic: 39 year old construction worker. Wind blew him off a building. Fell four stories to impale himself on three bars of standing rebar. Vitals are stable. Minimal blood loss on the scene. Maintaining airway.
Savannah: okay. Let's go.
Murphy: let his name be Bob. Please let his name be Bob.
I look over at Murphy.
April: why?
Murphy: shishka-Bob.
I glare at Murphy.
Leon: my name's Leon.
Paramedic: the patient's awake and responsive.
Murphy: oh my god. I'm so sorry.
Leon: it's bad, huh? This is really bad? Am I gonna die?
April: the fact that we're talking right now, Leon, means it's not as bad as it could be.
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Everything Has Changed ❤️ {Jackson Avery}
FanfictionSavannah Collins became a mom at 15. Despite her struggles, she had the love of her daughter, Natalie, and her best friend, Jackson Avery. Savannah has always loved having Jackson as a best friend. But little did she know... she's always wanted more...