Save Them

**TRIGGER WARNING: shooting and death***April's POV*

I feel myself start to panic as Derek goes down. I step forward but stop, raising my hands as the shooter points his gun at me, "My name... my name is April Kepner. I'm 28 years old. I... I was born on April 23rd in Ohio. I'm from Columbus, Ohio. Um... my mom- my mom is a teacher, and m-my dad is a farmer- corn- corn- he-he-he grows corn. Their- their names are Karen and Joe. I have three sisters. Libby's the oldest. I'm-im next, and then there's Kimmie, then Alice. I-I-I-I haven't done anything yet. I haven't- I barely lived. I-im not finished yet. No one's love me yet. Please. Please. I'm someone's child. I'm a person. I'm a person."

I cry through all of his speech, "Run."

I don't hesitate, I turn and run. Finding a place and sit. Yang comes, grabbing a gurney and turns to me.

"April, come on. We're taking Derek down to the O.R. Teddy, she's in the O.R. she can save him. Come on," she tells me.

I just stare ahead, finally looking at her, "I saw on Oprah or somewhere that if you tell them personal details about yourself, they're less likely to kill you."

"Kepner, get up. Come on. Come on," she aggressively lunges to me.

"Wait, Ivy. She was shot when this started. I need to go get her," I tells her.

Her head snaps to me, "What? Is she still alive?"

I nod, "Yes, but I don't know for how much longer."

"Go! Get her and bring he down to the O.R. She can't last much longer, I'm sure. Go, we'll meet you down there," Cristina tells me.

I nod and run off. When I get to the supplies, I see Ivy passed out. There's so much blood. I press on her wounds, whispering, "Come on Ivy, you can't do this. Come on. We can't lose two Shepherds here. Come on, please God, please."

"Ap- April?" I hear.

Looking down, I see Ivy hazingly looking up at me, "Hey, stay awake. We're going down to the O.R. okay? Stay awake."

I look around for a wheel chair or a gurney but see none. I make a split second decision and haul her up, supporting her entire weight. I rush down to the O.R. There I see Cristina and Jackson talking.

"They left? Okay, look- oh my God," Cristina is the first one to spot us.

Jackson turns when she points, he freezes for a second, "Ivy? What happened? Are those gunshot wounds? Here, give her to me!"

He rushes forward and takes on Ivys weight, "Shes lost a lot of blood. She was passed out when I found her. How's Derek?"

"D-D-Derek? Wh-what ha-h-happened to him-m?" Ivy asks, laying her head on Jacksons shoulder, eyes barely staying open.

Jackson lightly taps her face, "Hey, no, you need to stay awake, okay? Come on, keep those pretty eyes open for me."

"Tell me there is an attending on this floor," Cristina tells Jackson.

They share a look, before Jackson tells me, "April, in the O.R. behind me, there are two O.R. nurses and an anesthesiologist. Get 'em. Tell them to set up for a cardiac procedure and an abdominal procedure."

I'm so confused, we don't have any attendings that are in working order, "What-what-why? If we don't have a surgeon, what are we gonna do?"

"We have a surgeon."

That cleared nothing up, "Whos going to operate on Dr. Shepherd? And Ivy?"

"I am going to operate on Derek," Cristina says.

"And I am going to operate on Ivy," Jackson says, looking down at her.

○○○○*Jackson's POV*

This is going to be hell. I have to operate on one of my best friends. I can't mess up in anyway. She is one of my best friends. She's kind, caring, smart, not to mention gorgeous. I can't let anything go wrong. I sigh and walk into the O.R. Ivy is still awake.

"You ready? I'm gonna help you through this, okay? But I need you to not go to the light if you have the choice. Okay? I need you. You can't go anywhere," I tell her, leaning over her slightly.

She shakes her head, "No. O-o-operate with Cr-cr-cristina. Save Derek. I've lost to-to m-much bl-ood. B-but Derek. Pl-please, Jacks, he-help my b-br-brother."

"I-" I don't know what to say.

Shes lying there, bleeding out, and she wants me to operate on him, "Jackson. Please."

"Fine."

I move her into Derek's O.R. and look at Cristina, "I'm helping you. Ivy is refusing to let me operate until Derek is okay. So, lets do this."

"Is she out of her mind? She already lost to much blood! Jackson operate on her, now!" Cristina yelled at me.

Ivy speaks up, with that firey determination that admire so much, "No! Derek, Derek first. Y-y-you don-don't hav-have enough bl-blo-blood for b-both of us-s. I-i'll tak-take to much. I-I-I can hold on. I-if you-u sav-save m-m-my bro-brother."

I look to Cristina, she sighs and nods, "Fine. Lets go."

○○○○*General POV*J

ackson and Cristina operate on Derek as April and Meredith sit in the scrub room. Ivy lays on a gurney in the corner of the room, out of the way, but not out of Jackson line of sight. Every so often, he looks up from Derek and checks in her. Worry evident in the way he holds himself.

"Can you see where the bloods coming from?"

"Not yet. Damn it. You know what? I can't see anything. Give me some suction. No,no,no,no,no. It's right by the aorta," Cristina explains.

Jackson looks at her, briefly looking over her shoulder at Ivy, "You can do this."

"I know that. I just wanted it to be easy, not the hardest freaking repair in the history of the world. I don't know what to do. There's massive bleeding in the lungs, there is a bullet lodged right next to the aorta and a huge hematoma. Would Teddy use a graft or clamp and sew?"

"I think she'd-" Jackson starts but Cristina interrupts.

"Pig or cow?"

"What?"

"Pig or cow, Cristina? Clamp and sew. Definitely clamp and sew. Give me a clamp," she tells the nurse.

"Badass," he tells her, again, looking at Ivy.

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Gary Clark points a gun at Cristinas head. Jackson shoots a look at Ivy, silently pleading that she plays dead. Owen enters, causing Gary to quickly point the gun to him.