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Alex and Charlotte immediately jumped into action—no matter how shaky Charlottes hands were.

"Sir?" Alex asked sitting on his knees beside who looked to be the dad. "Can you move? We need to get you off this road."

"Honey," The man looked up.

"Ma'am?" Charlotte sat beside who looked to be the grandma.

"Jessica," The father cried. "Jessica. Answer me."

Clattering came from the car, a girl crawling out of it.

"Mom?" The girl crawls towards the mother. "Mom. Mom, wake up. Mom, wake up!"

"Stand back, okay?" Charlotte looked up at the girl.

"Help them, please. You have to help!" The girl sobbed at Meredith who was bagging the baby. "My mom, my dad, the van— and I just stepped in blood. I— I just stepped in blood."

"Hey, what's your name?" Meredith asked softly.

"Lily," The girl replied.

"Okay, Lily, I need you to calm down, and take the baby. Hold the baby," Meredith attempted to hand the baby over but the girl shook her head.

"I don't even babysit. I can't hold a baby."

"Lily, do you want me to help your family or not? Hold the baby."

Lily stepped forward, taking the baby from Meredith, the little girl whining in response, "Okay, I need you to squeeze. One, two, squeeze."

"What if I mess up?"

"You're not gonna mess up, Lily. One, two, squeeze. Count out loud so I can hear you," Meredith instructed.

"Okay, one, two, squeeze," The girl said quietly. "One, two, squeeze."

"No matter what you do, don't stop squeezing," Meredith pointed, looking around at who she could be helping. "One, two, squeeze."

"Ma'am, ma'am, I'm a doctor," Meredith kneeled in front of who appeared to be the mother. "Can you hear me?"

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The residents had lined the family up, helping who they could.

"You got any tape in there? I have to do an adhesive dressing?" Meredith asked after a minute.

"Probably. I just grabbed whatever," Alex shook his head frantically.

"Is my mom okay?" Lily's eyes darted. "Mom?"

"Lily, keep counting," Meredith looked to her left, nodding at the teenager.

"Why isn't— why isn't she talking?" The girl cried.

"Lily!" Charlotte tried to snap her out of it from the middle, doing what she could for the grandma.

"How's she doing?" Alex asked, trying the clean the wound on the fathers head.

"Not good," Meredith admitted. "I may have to intubate. Charlotte, do you have to do a pressure dressing?"

"I— I don't know," Charlotte shook. "I see gray matter. Brains are on the ground," She stood, making her way to the sister.

"Wait. That's Nana," Lily sniffles. "That's my Na—"

"There's nothing we can do," Alex handed Charlotte gauze to help with the bleeding on the sisters head.

"Crap, this kids got a shard of glass in her eye," The brunette opened her mouth to say something else, but nothing came out.

"She's unconscious," Alex announced. "Her pulse is low."

"That's my sister," Lily's lip quivers. "That's Abby."

"Lily.." Meredith looked at Lily then to the van blinkers. "You see the blinker on the van? Just watch that blinker and keep counting. One, two, squeeze. One, two, squeeze. Lily."

"The kids. The kids," The dad moans.

"Your girls are okay, alright?" Alex put his hand on the man's chest. "Dr. Brown is helping one and the other ones right over there."

"And Micheal?" He lifts his head. "What about Michael?"

"There's another kid?" Charlotte's eyes widen as Meredith takes her stethoscope off.

"Oh, crap," The father goes unconscious. "There's no pulse."

Meredith runs towards the car, looking for the other kid, "Michael?"

"Dad! Dad!" Lily's tears fell.

"Lily, keep counting, okay?" Charlotte let out a breath.

"One, two, squeeze," Lily watches the car lights. "One, two, squeeze. One, two, squeeze."

Meredith disappears behind the car.

"One, two, squeeze. One, two, squeeze. One, two, squeeze."

Charlotte checks Abby's pulse while Alex performs chest compressions on the father to revive him.

Both residents heads snap up at the sound of a tires squealing on the hill.

"Meredith, there's a car coming!" The brunette resident shouted.

"You gotta get outta there!" Alex sat straight up on his knees.

"Michael!" Lily cried.

"He's trapped. I have to get his legs free!" Meredith yelled from behind the van.

"There's no time!" Alex continued his CPR.

"Oh, my god," Lily's eyes fill back up with tears.

"Lily, just keep counting!" Charlotte shouted beside her. "Meredith! You have to get off the road, now!"

"Oh, my god," Lily repeated.

"Come on," Meredith grunts.

"Meredith!" Alex shouted. "What the hell are you—"

"They're not gonna see you!" Charlotte stood. "Meredith, what are you doing?!"

Meredith stands into the road, waving her hands as the engine rumbles, "Stop! Please!"

The white truck stops right on front of her. Only inches away from her body.

"Son of a.." Alex trailed off.

"Bitch," Charlotte finished.

The father coughs, "It's okay. You're okay. Alright? Just breathe. Just breathe. Help is here. Help is here."

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"B.P's down and she tachycardic," Alex hopped out of the ambulance with they baby wrapped in his arms. "We gotta get her up to the NICU."

"Thirteen-year-old female, intubated in the field," Meredith hopped out of the ambulance, Derek immediately coming to her side. "Multiple facial fractures. Foreign body to the eye."

"You're bleeding. You need stitches," Derek walked with Meredith.

"I'll be okay. Take the mom to trauma two," The dirty blonde told her husband. "I'll take care of it later. Worry about Charlotte's— hers it worse."

"Go. We'll talk later," Derek walked the other way.

"What do we got?" Bailey asked Charlotte.

"Fourteen year old male, trapped under the van. Abdominal pain. Last vitals show a B.P. of one hundred over eighty," Charlotte's voice shook as she put a trauma gown and gloves on. "And a pulse of one hundred twenty."

"Dr. Brown, do you need to go somewhere to calm down?" Bailey looked at Charlotte with concern, Owen looking over too.

"Um.." Charlotte let out a shaky breath.

"Grey, you need someone to take a look at that?" Owen asked.

"It's fine," Meredith put a bandage over it. "Where do you want me?"

"Bailey needs hands on bed four," Owen pointed. "Brown, your out. Get that stitched, calm down, and come back later."

"I— o— okay," Charlotte took her trauma gown and gloves off.

"Wait, is that my mom?" Lily climbed out of bed.

"Could you get her back in the bed?" Meredith asked a nurse.

"But that— that's my mom," Lily looked up at Meredith with sad eyes.

"She needs to be check out," Meredith pointed.

Charlotte looked around nervously. She was too shaky to do her stitches herself. She was so shaky she almost missed the waste basket for her gloves.

"Dr. Hunt, how can I help?" The perky redhead asked Owen, Owen's eyes still trained on the anxious brunette.

"What are you doing here? Is Altman out of surgery?" Owen drew his eyes away from Charlotte.

"Uh, almost. She's about to take her off bypass, but our pagers kept going off, so she figured, maybe you need some extra help," April nodded.

"Dr. Webber, I could use you on this. You, too, Hunt. Is Brown available?" Callie rolls the stretcher in.

"Okay," Owen nodded. "Okay, I'm not going to send you back. Take Charlotte. Give her stitches, do whatever you need to get her back to normal. We need her on this. She's the most trained Orthopedic resident we have."

"O— okay," April looked at Charlotte, drawing her head back at her state. "W— what's wrong with her?"

"I think she's in shock," Owen looked at the redhead. "Kepner, can you do this?"

"Yes. Yes, sir. I can," April nodded.

"Do it. You have her," Owen followed Webber and Callie into the trauma room.

April put everything the brunette had said to the back of her mind. She needed to get Charlotte back to normal. Back to her normal, asshole self.

Her Charlotte.

"Charlotte?" April approached the brunette. "You need stitches."

"I— I know," Charlottes hands shake, April taking them in her own.

"Okay, let me help you. Come with me, okay?" The woman gave Charlotte. sympathetic smile.

"Okay."

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place but whatever

also two changed
updates in one night?