Gray's anatomy reverse

chapter 100

Lexie adjusted her gloves and was preparing to head into the trauma bay when a nurse hurried over to her, tablet in hand.

“Dr. Grey, we’ve got a severe trauma case en route,” the nurse said quickly. “Motorcycle versus SUV. Rider is coming in critical—multiple fractures, probable internal bleeding.”

Lexie nodded, switching gears instantly. “Got it. Who’s covering the case with me?”

“Dr. Torres is on standby for ortho, and Dr. Yang will assist if the chest injuries are significant.”

As Lexie turned to move toward the trauma bay, Mark’s voice cut through the noise.

“Wait—what kind of trauma case?” he asked, his tone sharp as he stepped closer to her.

Lexie turned, already feeling the familiar irritation bubbling up. “A critical trauma. It’s fine, Mark. I’ve got it covered.”

Mark’s brow furrowed, his protective streak flaring up. “Do you even know what you’re walking into? What if it’s more than you’re ready for?”

Lexie stared at him, dumbfounded. “More than I’m ready for? Mark, I’m a trauma fellow. This is literally what I’m trained to handle.”

“You just got back to work after being sick for weeks,” Mark shot back, his concern evident. “You don’t need to push yourself right now.”

Lexie closed her eyes for a brief moment, taking a calming breath before responding. “Mark, I’m fine. I’ve been cleared by my doctor, remember? And last I checked, you’re not the attending on this case.”

Mark opened his mouth to argue, but Lexie held up a hand, stopping him.

“Listen,” she said firmly, her voice low so others wouldn’t overhear. “I love that you care about me. I really do. But this overprotective thing you’ve got going on? It’s not helping. I need to do my job without you hovering over me.”

Mark hesitated, clearly torn between his instincts to protect her and respecting her autonomy. “I just—”

“Trust me,” Lexie interrupted, her eyes softening. “I can handle this, Mark. If I need help, I’ll call for it. But right now, I need you to let me do my job.”

Mark exhaled slowly, his jaw tightening before he nodded. “Fine. But I’m keeping my pager on, just in case.”

Lexie rolled her eyes, but a small smile tugged at her lips. “Deal. Now go, and let me work.”

As Lexie strode toward the trauma bay, the sound of sirens in the distance signaling the patient’s arrival, Mark watched her go with a mix of pride and unease. He trusted her skills—he knew she was one of the best—but that didn’t stop the knot of worry in his chest from forming every time she stepped into a high-stakes situation.

“She’ll be fine, Sloan,” Callie said as she walked past him, her tone half-teasing. “Let her save a life or two without you breathing down her neck.”

Mark shot her a look but didn’t respond, instead turning and heading toward the nurse’s station to keep himself busy. Lexie was right—he had to let her do her job. But that didn’t mean it was easy.

Lexie’s heart raced as the trauma team worked in a coordinated frenzy, trying to stabilize the 27-year-old motorcycle accident victim who had arrived with multiple fractures, severe internal bleeding, and a rapidly declining blood pressure.

“Pressure’s dropping!” the nurse called out from across the room, her voice tight with urgency.

“Give him another unit of O-neg!” Lexie barked, her focus laser-sharp as she continued working to assess the patient’s vitals. She glanced at the monitors—his BP was at 60/40 now, and his heart rate was spiking. “We need a central line, now! And get a portable ultrasound in here to check for cardiac tamponade!”