Day One
Bella smiled as she laid in the on call room with Mark. They had just had sex. Mark was trying to persuade her to move in with him.
"Baby. Please. Do you know how hard it is to go into your room to have hot sex with you when Derek is glaring at me," he said.
Bella, who was now putting on her scrubs, turned to him. "That's what makes it so much fun. That it what makes this so much more fun. Don't you get it? Grace is my best friend. Shes happy for you go be there too. Derek can glare as much as he wants. But I want you there. Grace likes you too. Trust me," she said. She kissed him. "And I can't afford to buy a house right now."
"I'll buy it. Baby. I want this for us. This could be the start of our future," Mark said as he pulled up his trousers and turned Bella to face him. "Just say yes baby."
Bella didn't know what to say. "I'll think about it."
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Bella and Mark were walking through the corridor. Bella smiled as she saw Amanda. "Who's George?" Amanda asked, looking to her.
Bella frowned. "What?"
"John Doe. The guy who threw me out of the way of the bus. Saved my life. Everyone is crying. And they're saying 'John Doe is George'. Who's George?"
Bella and Mark turned to face each other before they took off towards the ICU. Realisation dawning on them both.
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Bella and Mark walked into the scrub room. Bella frowned. "Who said that was George? Why do we think that's George?" She asked.
Callie turned to her. She sighed. "Meredith said... I don't know," she mumbled.
Bella shook her head. "That's not George. Look at his feet, look how tall he is. That's not George," she told them all.
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"He wrote in my hand," Meredith told the doctors as they all stood outside of George's room.
Bailey frowned. "What do you mean he wrote? What did he do?" She asked, wanting an answer.
Meredith sighed. "He grabbed my hand. He squeezed it. And he wrote with his finger," she said.
Everyone was looking at Meredith confused. No one wanted to believe that George had been killed saving someone's life.
"Mer... what did he write?" Bella asked. Needing to know it wasn't her friend.
"Wrote with his finger?" Bailey asked.
"In my hand. He wrote 'double o seven'."
Bailey grabbed Meredith's hand. "Well give," she said as she started writing in Meredith's palm. "Okay. What did I write?"
"Joe."
"No! I did not write Joe!" Bailey exclaimed.
Bella shook her head. She sighed. "are you being serious Mer?" She asked.
"You mean this may not be O'Malley?" Webber asked, annoyed that everything may have been disrupted for nothing.
Mark turned to Bella. "This is funny," he said.
"Shut up."
Webber got everyone's attention. "Did anyone try and call O'Malley? Can we get him on the phone?" He asked, looking to his doctors.
Meredith sighed. "I'm telling you. He squeezed my hand," she mumbled.
"Shut it. You don't get to get to talk anymore. You don't get to talk ever again," Bailey told Meredith.
"I could've sworn it was George," Meredith mumbled. She saw Bella chewing her nails.
"I got voicemail."
"He's not answering."
Bella rolled her eyes. "Well he can't well answer all these calls at once can he?" She mumbled.
Callie soon spoke up. "He has a freckle on his right hand. It's shaped like Texas. I used to tease him about it. I'll check," she said.
Callie walked into the room. Bella found herself being held by Mark. Everyone stood looking at Callie waiting for an indication to find out if John Doe was in fact George O'Malley.
Callie burst into tears. Making it real that it was in fact George O'Malley. He was dead. He had died saving someone's life. He was a hero.
Everyone's pagers went off. No one moved. Webber turned to them all. "You people answer your pages. George O'Malley jumped in front of a bus today. He knew what he was doing. And he did it anyway. And he did it to save a life. So I'm not going to allow you doctors to stand here. There are lines on the line. There are lives we can save. So if George O'Malley can jump in front of a bus. We can answer our damn pages. So let's go!" He said.
Mark saw Bella was crying. He pulled her into his arms and held her. "It's gonna be okay baby."
"G-George died. He's dead. He can't die," Bella mumbled as she laid her head on his chest. "Don't you die on me. You're not allowed."
"I'm going nowhere baby."
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Bella was in a trauma room with Mark and Owen. They were working on the patient. Owen sighed. "Her pressure keeps dropping," he said as the monitor started beeping. "Throw in an IO. Get the blood in the rapid infuser."
"These are pretty clean amputations. We can reattach these arms," Mark said.
"Yay! I found them you know," one of the patients friends said.
Bella rolled her eyes. She wasn't in the mood to deal with stupid girls. She sighed. "Does your friend have any allergies? Any medical conditions or on any medication?" She asked.
"She's not our friend."
"Jasmine!"
"We barely know her. We met her on the plane from Sydney. We're backpacking. Seeing the states. We're just travelling mates. She's really nice though."
Owen shook his head and sighed. "Let's move!"
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Derek walked into Grace's room. She smiled. "Hey. I tried calling George. I played the cancer card. Which I know was wrong of me. But... i thought it would," she said.
Derek sat on the bed. He took her hand. "I need to tell you something. And I need you not to panic or freak out. Keep breathing," he told her.
"Is Bella okay? Is Meredith okay?" Grace asked. She was worried about two of the people who meant everything to her.
"George O'Malley. He got into an accident. He's brain dead," Derek told her.
Grace's eyes widened as she looked to him. "What?"
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Bella found that Clara's travelling mates weren't in the waiting area. Lexie walked over with Clara's backpack. "Are you here to give an update on the boating victim?" She asked.
Bella nodded and looked around. She sighed. "Yeah. Where are?"
"They left. Her friends left. They said they had a plane to catch, something about a concert in Vegas they didn't want to miss. Left her pack."
Bella shook her head in disbelief. "She's got dozens of surgeries ahead of her, if she survives. When she needs a support system... OK, until we find her family, you're it. Keep that."
Lexie frowned. She looked to her. "I'm sorry, you want... You're ordering me to be her friend?" She asked.
Bella nodded. "She's gonna wake up in a lot of pain, missing one of her legs, and unable to use either of her arms. So, yes, I'm ordering you to be her friend 'cause I'm sure as hell not gonna do it," she said.
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Day Seven
Bella and Mark were in an on call room. They were heatedly making out. Mark grabbed her hips to calm her down. "You're evil. You know that? Pure evil," he said.
"You love it," Bella said. She was in denial about what had happened to George. So she and Mark were having a lot of sex to distract herself from it.
"Yeah? How about tonight we have a hot bath, crawl into bed and watch a movie. Order in room service and sleep," Mark suggested.
Bella shrugged and kissed him. "I gotta go. I need to help Grace get ready for the funeral," she said.
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Bella and Grace were sitting in the cemetery. Bella was helping Grace to stay up as long as was possible for her.
"We can't break Gracie. We need to be strong," Bella said as she took her hand.
Grace nodded. But it was too hard. The two of them watched as everyone else walked off. Bella smiled. "Whatever happens, we've got each other. I promise."
Grace smiled. Knowing it was so hard for her to be there at the moment. Knowing how close she had come to dying. But she was alive. And she was recovering.
It wasn't easy for her. Especially as she knew all that she had been through. But she was thankful she had people who cared.
More importantly, she had Derek. Derek Shepherd had changed her whole life. He had made her feel as though she was something more than ordinary.
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Mark found Bella in the locker room. She was sat there staring at George's locker. "You want a ride home?" He asked.
Bella wiped away her tears. "I was going to clean out his locker. Give his stuff to his mom. But I was a bad friend. I was just as good a friend to him as those annoying girls Clara was friends with. Who are sending postcards from the trip she'll never get to take. I just... I didn't talk to him. And he told me he loved me. When I first got with you, he told me he loved me. And that he wanted to be with me. I didn't love him back."
Mark sat down with her. He smiled. "This may be bad timing, but I gotta ask. What did that guy have? I mean, he wasn't much to look at, but... you and Stevens and Torres? Tell the truth. Was he, you know... hung? That's... I know, I said bad timing. But seriously, he was kind of a dorky little dude," he said.
Bella started laughing. "Stop! Stop talking!"
"Sorry, sorry."
Bella looked to the locker. "He... He died. I... George died," she mumbled.
Mark nodded and sighed. "Yeah," he said as Bella broke down crying. He held her close as she cried into him.
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Day Thirteen
Mark was hammering on Callie's front door. He had left Bella in bed. She hadn't been sleeping well since George died. He was worried about her. But he needed to help Callie too.
"Open up! Open the door Torres. Open the door. Or I'll keep knocking and potentially damage my multi-million dollar hands!" He called. "Torres. I left my fiancée in bed!"
Mark saw construction workers in the apartment opposite Callie's. He turned back to Callie's door as it opened. She looked a state.
"My ex husband died. He died. He actually got hit by a bus. George got hit by a bus. And now I have to get a new job. And I'm never gonna see my friends again. And Arizona keeps bringing me donuts," Callie sobbed.
Mark took Callie into his arms. He was looking at the apartment. "This place for sale? It's nice."
"What?"
"Nothing."
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Derek let Mark into the house. "She came downstairs. Grabbed a tub of ice cream. And walked back upstairs. I called my mom. And she says this is her way of coping. We have to keep an eye on her."
Mark nodded. "She's taking George's death hard. I've never seen her looking so hurt," he said.
Derek looked to him. "They were interns together. Grace, Bella and George. Just look after her Mark. I'm trusting you."
Mark looked to him and nodded. "How's Grace?" He asked.
"She can come home next week. She's on the mend. She's going to be okay," Derek told him. He smiled. "Go and be with Bella. She's gonna need someone," he said.
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Mark walked into Bella's room. He saw his girlfriend sitting on the bed in his yankees hoodie. She had a tub of ice cream. "Baby. Come on."
"I'm hungry. What's so wrong about that?"
"You're going to run out of this stuff soon enough," Mark told her as he slipped off his shoes and climbed into bed next to her. He grabbed her tv remote. "Come on. Watch the titanic. Your favourite movie. I know you have a thing for Leo DiCaprio."
Bella shook her head. "I'm not in the mood for my heart to go on. I'm sad," she mumbled.
"I may have found an apartment. You still wanting to stay here?"
Bella looked to him. She knew how she was worried about moving in with Mark. But could she overcome the emotions she was feeling?