Kids, Kids, Kids

Ivy is sleeping in bed when she hears a buzzing.

"Are you kidding me?!" She yells, after looking at her pager.

Of course it was hers. She stumbles out of bed and goes to the hospital.

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She yawns as Hunt finds her, "You're with Torres and I. Come on."

We find Torres walking in with Robbins, "Robbins, Karevs with your patient in trauma two. Torres, you and Shepherd are with me. We have a 15-year old female. She fell off the roof of her house. Now I think that we should-" he is interrupted by the girls mother.

"Shes gonna be okay, right? Please, I just need to know. Is she gonna be okay?" She frantically asks the doctors.

Hunt hands Torres the chart, "And this is her mother. Mrs. Boyd, I need to bring Dr. Torres and Dr. Shepherd up to speed right now, okay?"

She faces Ivy and Callie, "Shes never been in any accident before. Shes never even broken any bones."

"Oh, you paged us here at 4 am for a couple of broken bones?" Torres complains.

Ivy looks at the chart, "More like 50."

They go into the room to see a young girl black and blue with bones sticking out and whimpering. Ivy barely keeps her face passive as they start to move her.

"Get another unit of packed cells, meet me in the O.R." Torres tells a nurse.

"Right away."

Robbins and Karev turn and come up next to us, "Woah, woah. We need the O.R."

"Well, we need it too. We're already on our way."

"Theres only one O.R. prepped this time of night."

"Which is why we need it," Torres argues.

"Mines got a subdural."

"50 broken bones."

"Stroke in the womb!" Robbins yells as a door in front of Hunt opens and he is forced to make the bed stop.

Torres points at the nurse, "Okay, get another O.R. ready now."

They wait for it to be ready.

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Hunt finds Ivy as she she getting coffee and yawning, "Heads up, Cristina is going to be mad that you got paged and she didn't. So stay clear of her if possible."

"I have rounds with her this morning. You want me to just, what, not fear for my life?" Ivy deadpans.

He nods, "Yup, now go, we got to start rounds."

Ivy looks longly at the coffee cart, "Stupid waking up before the crack of dawn. Stupid rounds."

She quickly catches up with Jackson and they follow Yang to meet Robbins at the Peds floor. Gathered there is Robbins, Charles, Hunt, and Torres.

"Okay, I know this is the first time on a peds rotation with me for some of you. Not for others. But I wanted you to understand that I run my peds unit a little differently than you may be used to. This is not general surgery in miniature. These are the tiny humans. These are children. They believe in magic. They play pretend. There is fairy dust in their I.V. bags. They hope and they cross their fingers and they make wishes. And that makes them more resilient than adults. They recover faster, survive worse. They believe. In peds... we have miracles and magic. In peds, anything is possible."

Ivy smiles. She loves peds, she couldn't see herself necessarily making it her specialty, but she liked it. Jackson and Charles start laughing softly, so she reaches up and hits the back of their heads. Hunt and Torres, who were standing behind them, laugh.

They walk into Hillary's room to see a little boy standing there in a lab coat, "Morning Dr. Robbins."

"Good morning, Dr. Wallace. I see that you've already introduced yourself to Mr. and Mrs. Boyd," Robbins greets.

Mrs. Boyd smiles, "Yes. Reminds me of Hillary at that age. Such an overachiever."

Torres nudges Ivy's back, "Dr. Shepherd, why don't your present?"

Ivy nods and walks towards the bed, "Excuse me Dr. Wallace. Would you like to help me present?"

He smiles up at her, "Yes, please, Dr. Shpeherd."

As she looks up to let Wallace start, she see Robbins smile at her in approval, "Hillary Boyd, 15 years old,"

"52 acute fractures were diagnosed when she was admitted last night. An intricate and extremely challenging O.R.I.F. surgery was preformed by Dr. Torres, Dr. Hunt and I this morning before rounds," she finishes, highfiving Wallace.

Robbins smiles at the two of them, "Thank you, Dr. Shepherd, Dr. Wallace."

"If she fares well enough today, I'd like to go in tomorrow to repair her subtrochanteric fracture next," Torres says.

Robbins asks, "Can anyone tell me the proper dosage of ceftriaxone for a pediatric patient?"

"50 milligrams per kilogram per day," Jackson says.

"Mm-hmm. And, Dr. Wallace, can you tell me the proper dose for this patient if she were 42 kilograms?" Robbins asks.

He starts writing on his board, "2.1 grams per day...if you carry the decimal."

"Nice job, Dr. Wallace," Ivy compliments them as they move out of the room and to the next patient.

She hears Jackson and Charles come up behind her, "Why aren't you that supportive of us? We get headslaps."

"Because, he needs something to look forward to, if its helping with rounds then yay. Plus, you two are idiots who need discipline."

They walk into an empty room, until Wallace gets into the bed.

"Okay, whos presenting?"

"I am, Dr. Robbins. Wallace Anderson. 10 years old- almost 11. Been here for seven months. In and out for the past two years. Suffers from short gut syndrome, which means he can't properly absorb nutrition," he explains.

Robbins nods, "Exactly. Dr. Percy?"

"Uh, 15 intestinal surgeries to date, plus a bowel lengthening procedure, which had helped for a while but recently he's had to go back to being fed through T.P.N." he looks at the chart.

Wallace shows the bag, "Yum"

What seems to be Wallace's parents walk in, "How'd he do this morning?"