Rain

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"Then Mer and Cristina went on Cristina's honeymoon without me," Izzie said with a glance at the two best friends. Emily laid down on the bed beside Alex, reading up on some of the newest medical innovations.

"Girl-on-girl honeymoon."

"And then Alex took a roadtrip to see Ava without me."

"I did not go to see Ava. And her name's Rebecca. And I didn't go see her. I just drove in that direction." Letting her book drop onto her abdomen, Emily tilted her head back far enough to give her friend an incredulous look.

"Right," she sang, picking up her book again.

"And then Emily went to every tourist attraction in Seattle ever with Sloan. The Chihuly Garden and Glass, the Needle, Pike Place Market, every museum ever, like every single day trip possible."

"And a boat tour," Emily added helpfully. Rolling onto her stomach, she placed her book on the bed to smile cheekily at Izzie.

"Oh, why is everyone so tingly and hurt? I mean, I'm the one who was left at the altar. I'm fine, by the way. I honeymooned in Hawaii and I snorkeled. Thank you, Em, by the way." Perking up, the brunette shrugged.

"No problem. Mark paid for most of it," she said, "and helped with changing stuff. I don't know. I'm glad you had fun, though."

Cristina groaned at that, slumping against the wall. "Great. Now I have to thank Sloan for giving me my honeymoon."

"How's it going so far?" Mark whispered in his ear with a slight smile. Her skin burned as she smiled back.

"In control. Good." She knew he was hovering and she turned to look at him in this elevator. Her interns all stared curiously at her and she rolled her eyes as the doors opened. Walking out first, she snapped her fingers when they didn't follow.

"I'll see you later," he murmured and she nodded in response. His hand touched her arm briefly before brushing past her. Tying her hair up, she shot stern looks at the interns.

"Okay." She assumed an aura that she hoped would make Bailey proud. The resident herself was organizing the E.R. staff. "We've got multiple MVCs coming in. I'm assuming you know the proper protocol. You are to ask questions, listen to me or the attending, and not get in our way of patient care. Not only do I not want to hear that one of my interns is the reason there was a time of death but you are here to learn. Got it?" They froze. "I am waiting." They nodded jerkily, tying their trauma gowns clumsily.

"You are really kickin' the pups," Alex scoffed as she shrugged.

"And you aren't?" she quipped. "Alright, all four of you need to stay here and get gowned. What are your names?"

"Michael Kinney."

"Ethan Lawson."

"Liam Johnson."

Running their names over in her head, she turned to the last one, the only female.

"Charlotte Young," the redhead said and she nodded.

"Prep beds, get gowned. I want you to come meet the ambulances when you're done." Walking out to the ambulance bay, she pulled on a pair of gloves and brushed past some of the other interns with her friends. Bailey and Callie both accompanied them as the ambulances pulled in.

"You wait until we're done with this situation, write down your questions and we can answer them later," she added to her interns as they fidgeted with tying their gowns around their necks. "Alright, people. Let's go."