CODING ━ grey's anatomy

chapter forty two

"Well, yeah."

Mark furrowed his brows. "Why?"

She shrugged, faking indifference. "No reason."

"I like to be surprised," he shrugged. "I'm in."

"Have fun, then," Cassie laughed, waving goodbye as she was paged to the ER.

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Cristina came up to the ambulance bay, tying Cassie's trauma gown. "This is it. Hahn is in the hospital, and freaking Izzie is on her service again. I'm gonna ride this trauma train straight back into cardio."

"Okay, what do we got?" Callie asked.

"Uh, two ambulances, multiple traumas," Meredith answered as Cassie fixed the blonde's ponytail.

"Any chance you need a resident's help, Dr. Torres?" Cassie asked.

She shrugged. "As long as you want to smash bones into dust while people cry."

"Sweet," she smiled, approaching the ambulance. "What do you got?"

"Chest pain, tamponade, ruptured aorta?"

The paramedic shook his head. "Uh, more like a clown car. Jackie Escott, 25 years old, dislocated shoulder, lac to her thigh, vital signs are stable. And Helena Boyd, 26 years old, also stable with obvious nasal fracture, facial lacs and a chunk of missing scalp."

"She ripped out my hair!" Helena yelled.

"She ripped out my shoulder!" Jackie retorted.

"You ripped out your own shoulder when you were trying to push me off of the platform!"

"Who let go of the dress?" one of their fiancé's asked. "Did anybody let go of the dress?"

"Hang in there, honey," the other one said. "Don't let her psych you out, all right?"

"Okay, what the hell's all this?" Callie asked annoyed.

"It's a store contest," a man said. "I'm the judge. Last one to let go of the dress—"

"Wins the wedding of my dreams."

"Of my dreams."

"All right, enough," Cassie raised a hand. "You two are injured, okay? You need to get your priorities straight and let go of the dress so we can treat you."

They held on. "All right," Callie grumbled, "let go now. Now."

"Yeah, that's not gonna happen."

"All right. Fine. Let's move."

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Callie looked between the soon-to-be brides that were holding on to either side of a wedding dress. "Okay, do you see that you're bleeding all over the dress?"

"It's not about the dress," Jackie said.

"Dr. Torres, I can't, uh, there's too much blood down here," Cassie said, trying to get a view of their injuries. "Which one of your legs is bleeding?"