Gray's anatomy reverse

As the chaos continued to mount, Callie was making a beeline for the nearest on-call room, her phone already in hand, ready to dial Mark. They needed him. They needed Lexie. This was spiraling too fast, and they were drowning. But just as she was about to press the call button, April caught up to her, practically skidding to a stop.

“Callie, wait!” April’s voice was urgent, her breath coming in short bursts from running across the hospital.

Callie didn’t stop moving, but she did slow down, giving April a sharp look. “We don’t have time for this, Kepner. We need them.”

April grabbed Callie’s arm, forcing her to stop. “No. We don’t.”

Callie let out a short, humorless laugh. “Are you kidding me? We’re short-staffed, our interns are barely functional, and we have critical patients stacking up by the minute. Mark and Lexie could help—”

“They’re on their honeymoon,” April cut in firmly, her voice softer now but no less resolute. “Callie, think about it. Mark and Lexie have been through hell to get here. They deserve this. We can handle this without dragging them back into the storm.”

Callie’s jaw clenched, her frustration evident, but April wasn’t backing down. “I know this is bad,” April continued, her eyes pleading with Callie to listen. “I know we’re drowning. But you and I both know if we call them, they won’t think twice. Lexie will get on the first plane back, and Mark will throw away six weeks of peace for this nightmare. And do we really want to do that to them?”

Callie exhaled sharply, running a hand through her hair. “Damn it, Kepner.” She knew April was right. Mark would be on the next flight without hesitation, and Lexie—Lexie, who had finally found happiness, who had barely survived the last time a crisis hit—she would drop everything in a heartbeat.

Callie sighed, shutting off her phone. “Fine. But if this gets any worse—”

“Then we find another way,” April promised.

Callie gave her one last look before nodding and shoving her phone back into her pocket. “Alright. Let’s get back to work before this place burns to the ground.”

April gave her a small, relieved smile, and together, they turned back toward the chaos, leaving the newlyweds blissfully unaware—for now.

Back in the thick of it, Callie and April barely had time to breathe as the hospital continued to spiral into chaos. Multiple trauma cases were flooding in, stretching the already overworked staff to their limits. The ER was a battlefield, and every available surgeon had been pulled in to help.

Arizona was elbow-deep in a pediatric emergency, barking orders at interns who looked like they might pass out at any moment. Bailey was working at lightning speed in the OR, her no-nonsense tone keeping the chaos somewhat in check. And Alex Karev? He was balancing between surgery and making sure his wife, Izzie, wasn’t overextending herself. Because while she might not be a trauma surgeon, she refused to be sidelined when there were people who needed saving.

April, still running on adrenaline, stepped into the ER just as Owen Hunt came storming through, his face set in a grim expression. “We need more hands in trauma! Where the hell is Kepner?”

“I’m right here,” April snapped, already pulling on a fresh pair of gloves. “Tell me what we’ve got.”

“Pile-up on the freeway,” Owen said, wasting no time. “Multiple critical patients. EMS is bringing in at least five more, and we don’t have enough senior staff to cover all of them.”

April exhaled sharply, eyes scanning the packed ER. “Alright. We’ll figure it out. But nobody calls Mark and Lexie.”

Owen blinked at her. “That wasn’t even on my radar.”