Y/N's P.O.V:
I slowly blink as I regain my vision. I look around the room to see no one. I sit up slightly and hold my head as the dwelling pain subsides and regains inside my skull.
I pull the blanket off of me and examine myself for any broken bones. I swing my legs over the side of the bed and steady myself as stand up straight.
There is no pain besides my the normal whiplash. I shuffle out of the room and that the wheelie with me that is attached to my I.V.
I shuffle out of the room to see Alex holding a clipboard. His eyebrows knit together as her scribbles furiously against the paper.
"Alex?" I say with my voice weak and raspy.
He looks up from his clipboard and does a double take.
"Y/N? What are you doing out of bed?" He asks.
"I need to see Y/S/N, I need to know if she is okay." I say.
Alex walks over to me and says:
"Your sister is in Intensive Care, and she is taking no visitors right now."
"What the hell? She's my twin sister, Alex, what do you mean I can't see her?" I snap.
"Y/N, you suffer from blunt head trauma. We have to run some tests to make sure that you are okay. You're not in shape to be walking around this hospital." He explains.
"I am great compared to her, Alex. I will be fine, I just need to see my sister. Please, Alex." I say.
"Let me run some tests, Y/N. Come on, sit down." He directs.
"She is in good hands, believe me." He adds.
I sat on the bed with my legs hanging off of the side.
I look up at him and he asks:
"Can you tell me what happened?"
"I.... I was turning at the light and the light turn green, so I went. But there was this tractor trailer and..... h-he ran the yellow light. We heard a loud honk, but I didn't react in time and the truck rammed into us. It hit Y/S/N head on and her legs- oh god her legs." I say.
"I can't be here, Alex. I have to go see her." I say as I slide off of the bed.
"Y/N. Please just let me look at you."
"No, I-"
"Damn it Y/N, I love you! And I love Y/S/N too, but I love you more. And if I have to give you a higher dose of morphine, then I will because you are not in the condition to be walking around here. And you collapse to the ground because you had an aneurysm then I would never forgive myself. So please, Y/N sit down and let me see if you're okay." Alex snaps.
I stood there with my mouth gaped open in shock. I sit my down on the bed and say:
"Okay."
I look over to see four other people looking in here with the same shocked look as me.
He places his stethoscope in his ears and presses it against my chest.
"Take a deep breath." He says.
I comply as he continued through the check up.
He finished the check up and sat in the chair in front of me.
"You're lucky that you didn't break anything. Dr. Sheppard is probably going to give you a CT scan and an MRI to get a better look at your brain." He says.
I nod and gaze down at my hands. Alex reaches down and take my hand in his.
"We will do whatever we can to save her, Y/N." He reassures.
I nod again but don't answer. I felt his hand lift my chin up so I can meet his gaze.
"Hey."
We lock eyes for a moment. Our moment was interrupted by another doctor saying:
"Karev! We need you in the neurology wing!"
Alex huffs and says:
"I'll check up on you in a bit, okay? And I will let you know if there is any updates on your sister."
I nod and lay down on my back. I look up at the ceiling and release a shaky breath. I began to pray under my breath.
**
"Y/N Y/L/N?" A hear Dr.Sheppard say.
"Yes?" I say, still looking up at the ceiling.
"How are you feeling?" He asks.
"Anxious." I say.
"About?" He asks.
I turn my head towards him and give him look that says are-you-serious.
"Because my twin sister is in Intensive Care and they won't let me see her." I snap.
"I understand why you're upset... but we don't want to provoke her. She's already in bad shape. She has excessive bleeding in her brain from the truck. She has a piece of the car bumper lodge in her abdomen, inches from her heart. She needs to have surgery to remove it. The best heart doctor will be operating, but the surgery is still risky. With all the other injuries she has, she could die." Sheppard states.
I place my hands on my face as I say:
"Oh my god."
"There is hope she could survive, she seems like a fighter." He reassures.
"This is all of my fault." I say.
"No, it was the truck's fault." Alex intercepts.
"What the hell are you doing?" Alex asks Sheppard.
"I was just telling her the truth. There is no sugar coating her sister's condition." Sheppard defends.
"Yeah? But you didn't have to be such a dick about it. Look at her, clearly she is in distress, and all you did was make it worse. Are there any test that you need to do?" Alex asks.
"I just need her to sign some papers regarding her sister's surgery." Sheppard states.
"Then I can take it from here." Alex states.
"Dr. Karev-"
"No. I don't want a pessimist near my friend. You want to send me to the Pit for a month, fine. You want to have me for rectals for a month, fine! because she is worth it!" Alex states.
Dr. Sheppard stands and hands Alex the papers before he leaves the room.
Alex walks in and closes the door. I still have my hands on my face to hide my tears. I release a shaky breath and Alex pulls my hands from my face.
I sit up and he pulls me to the edge of the bed. I cups my cheeks and wipes away my tears with his thumbs.
He leans his forehead against mine and I softly say:
"She's not going to make it, is she?"
He shushes me and I rest my face on his shoulder. He cups the back of my head as tears trailed down my cheeks.