CODING ━ grey's anatomy

chapter three

When the light turned green, Cassie began to walk across the street. All of a sudden, a bunch of people on bikes started to barrel towards her unassuming figure. Before Derek or Bailey could warn her, one of the bicyclists ran directly into her, knocking her off her feet and causing her to hit her head on the concrete, hard.

"Cass!"

The gravel of the road was rough against her skin, but only hurt more when Bailey pulled her back onto the sidewalk, lest she get hit again. Still not entirely sure what happened, Cassie allowed her body to go slightly limp in her hold, wincing when she sat back onto the ground.

(Getting ran over by a bike wasn't even in the top three Most Embarrassing Cassandra Harper Moments, but still, it hurt like a bitch.)

Derek knelt down, brushing the hair out of her face like a concerned brother would. "Oh, that's not good."

"Huh?" Cassie asked dumbly, "What's not—"

Feeling something warm running down the side of her face, Cassie reached up and winced when she touched what felt like a large open wound on her forehead near her hairline. Her fingers were covered in blood, and a lot of it. All she was able to get out was a soft "Ouch," before everything went black.

Somewhere in her subconscious, she was pissed that she got injured in front of Bailey; there was no way in hell she'd be allowed to scrub in on her appendectomy now.

(UGH.)

A vague flash of light was the next thing she saw, only this time, she wasn't outside anymore.

Cassie almost didn't open her eyes. Getting slightly injured was worse than getting really injured, in her opinion. All of the embarrassment, none of the sympathy or gift baskets.

Eyelids fluttering open, she groaned.

A trauma room, at her place of work. Of course.

"Oh, you're awake," Derek's voice came from her right, and she groaned again at the volume. "C'mere, sit up. Can you sit up? Nevermind, just—just look at me."

He shined a bright pen light into her eyes, and Cassie whacked his hand away from her face the moment he did. Derek sighed, taking a step back and crossing his arms over his chest; she ignored him, sitting up straight despite the head rush she got every time she moved.

"Did I get taken out by a fucking bike?"

He steadied her when she wobbled, sighing once more. "Yes, so you really should lay back down—"

"Derek, it's probably just a concussion and a head lack. Chill out," she waved him off. "But seriously, what was that?"

"A bike." Despite the sarcasm in his tone, he focused on her closely, manually moving her legs back and forth and, presumably, making sure they still worked. Next, he squeezed her fingers, and she winced. "Can you feel that?"

"Yes, 'cause it's just a concussion."

Cassie did her best to ignore the severity of it, how she still hadn't been able to focus her vision on any one thing in particular.