Gray's anatomy reverse

Back inside, Lexie had finally settled down—her banana eaten, her nerves somewhat soothed, and her husband finally calm enough to just hold her hand and not start another fight.

She leaned against the nurses’ station, sorting through post-op notes, when the doors swung open and Callie Torres stormed in like a thundercloud in orthopedic scrubs.

Lexie blinked. “Uh… hi?”

Callie didn’t even slow down. “Don’t talk to me right now, Little Grey.”

Lexie’s eyes widened. “O…kay.”

Mark mouthed wow from behind Lexie, while she turned back to her notes, pretending to disappear.

Then Arizona strolled in a few seconds later, looking exhausted and red in the face.

Lexie looked between the two women, confused. “Did someone… die or…?”

“No,” Arizona said, sighing. “Just a toddler meltdown, a lunch emergency, and a spilled juice box on my charts. Then Callie got paged and had to run out in the middle of it, and—”

“I asked if you needed help!” Callie barked from across the room.

“You asked while running away!” Arizona shot back.

Lexie slowly pushed her chart aside and muttered, “Nope. Not today.”

She grabbed Mark’s arm. “Let’s go find a supply closet and hide.”

Mark smirked. “You’re adorable when you panic.”

Lexie glared. “You’re adorable when you bring me chocolate.”

“Deal.” He leaned in. “Wanna go check if we left some in the on-call room?”

Lexie glanced at the yelling in the background. “I’d rather face trauma again than two moms arguing.”

“You’re learning,” Mark whispered proudly.

Just as Lexie tugged Mark toward the exit, her pager went off with a sharp beep-beep-beep, vibrating against her hip.

She froze mid-step and groaned. “Oh come on. I didn’t even say anything this time!”

Arizona glanced over. “That’s the ‘this is very bad’ page, isn’t it?”

Lexie checked the code and color. Her face dropped. “Yeah. Trauma bay two. Incoming critical.”

At that moment, one of her interns—wide-eyed and clearly rattled—rushed over.

“Dr. Sloan! It’s… it’s bad. There’s a multi-car pile-up on I-5. They’re sending four patients here. EMS said one’s coding in the rig. The others—blunt trauma, possible spinal, and a peds case.”

Lexie’s entire demeanor shifted. The joking vanished. She stood straighter, clipped her ID badge into place, and her voice went flat and professional.

“Okay, I want Trauma 2 cleared and prepped. Alert Neuro and Ortho. Page Hunt and Shepherd. And get peds trauma prepped now—tell Robbins she’s got a kid coming in with no clear scans yet.”

The intern blinked. “Yes, Doctor!”

Lexie turned to Mark, already walking backwards. “Guess lunch is canceled.”

Mark gave a small smile, proud and concerned all at once. “Go save someone, Attending Sloan.”

Lexie didn’t stop moving as she called over her shoulder, “I’ll take chocolate over trauma any day!” Then she disappeared through the swinging ER doors.