What is Going On?

Brooks, Ross, and Ivy meet the ambulance, "What do we have?"

"Kayla Wayne, 32, hypotensive and tachycardic. Hypoxic even after intubation. Severe open wound to the mid and lower abdomen."

"We're with her. She's part of our act," a man and a woman, both dressed very formal, come up to them.

"I said titanic! I said it!" The woman yells.

"Well, I didn't hear you!"

Ivy and the interns don't focus on them and just roll Kayla into a trauma room. She turns to them, "Okay, slow down and tell me what happened."

He starts, "Shes my wife and-and-and assistant. Please don't let her die. We were- we were, uh, performing at a-at a trade show."

"Yeah, we weren't ready."

"Performing what?" Ross asks.

"It was saw the lady in half," she tells us.

Brooks shakes her head, "No way."

Ivy starts untying the bandages around Kaylas abdomen when blood squirts all over Brooks.

"And he really did with a chain saw!"

They immediately put pressure on it as Ivy yells to a nurse, "Page Grey or Bailey!"

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Ivy leaves the patient with Meredith and Callie as she goes to the E.R., "Hi Kimmy, I'm Dr. Shepherd. I hear youre having some stomach pain."

She groans and talks incoherently, so her friend speaks for her, "She was over-served."

The other friend didn't look up from her phone as she says, "Or roofied. The bartender was a total skeeve. He tried to grab my ass."

"No, he caught your ass. You threw it at him," the friend laughs as the other one booty slams her, "Bam!"

Kimmy shrieks as Ivy touches a sensitive part of her stomach, "Sorry."

"Is she gonna boot?"

"She should, good call. You only turn 21 once, Kimmy. Boot and rally," the first friend tells her.

"Okay, need you're focus for just a second. Can you remember when the pain started?" Ivy tries to ignore all the moving around their doing.

"At Kappa Sig."

Her friend argues, "No, she was making out with Eric at Kappa Sig. I think it was at brunch."

Ivy picks up the tablet as her friend agrees, "Oh, you're right. It's probably just food poisoning or something. Can't you just pump her stomach?"

When she breathes into Ivys face, Ivy has to turn away and beg herself not to throw up. The smell is horrendous and for some reason, smells even worse than Ivys ever smelt before, "No. Can you..."

"Smile, biyatch," her friend takes a picture of her.

Ivy groans, "Uh, I need to run some tests. You'll wait for her?"

The friend with the phone asks, "How long? Cause my econ study group starts in, like, an hour."

She then vomits, causing her friend to start laughing uncontrollably. Ivy then gags before walking away and turns to a nurse, "We need some vomit clean up. Over there. And maybe over by me if I don't gain control of my gag reflex soon."

Ivy leans over a trash as April walks over to her, "You okay, Ivy?"

She nods, "Yeah. I just haven't smelt that much booze on two people since Mark and Derek were in high school. I'm good, I'm good. Okay. Back to my patient and her alcoholic friends."

April holds her arm, "Are you sure you're okay? I've noticed you've been a little... out of it?"

"I'm fine. I promise. Jackson and I don't drink at home so the smell of alcohol this strong is just...unusual for me. Plus my stomach has been feeling queasy for a little bit so it's probably just a stomach bug," Ivy nods.

She quickly makes her way back to Kimmy before April can ask anymore questions, "Girls, I really need your help here. I need to know everything that she has ingested since last night- every single thing that has gone into her mouth."

They start laughing, "Everything?"

Ivy is quick to anger, "Kimmy's studies show she has a rupture in her abdomen, which is bad. Very- hello."

They see Jackson, "Who is that? Holy panty dropper. Can he be our doctor instead? Uh, doctor. Excuse me. Hi. Can you help me? Please."

Jackson walks over and sees Ivys pissed off face and is suddenly cautious, "Whats up?"

Ivy glares at her boyfriend, "They're drunk-"

"No we're not."

"And don't care that their friend has a serious and maybe fatal abdominal injury. Please, ignore them," Ivy continues to glare at him as he only looks at her or the patient.

"No, my breasts are sick. And I was wondering if you had time to give me an exam," the blonde tells him.

"I need one to."

Jackson is smart enough to only look at his furious girlfriend, "All right. Enough. Your friend is close to dying if you don't start cooperating. Do you understand that? Or I could call the police and have you arrested for public intoxication."

They stopped laughing, "Fine. Jeez. Chilling. We pre-partied with lemon drops at...O'Briens. Then cosmos at bar Nouveau, tequila shots at Kappa Sig...smoking nipples at brunch-"

Ivy shakes her head, "I'm sorry, what was that?"

The girls start making hand gestures, "Sweet, lots of rum, comes out all smoky."

"Hold on. Like, actually smoke or dry ice?" Ivy asks.

Kimmy then sits up and vomits blood, "Kimmy!"

Jackson and Ivy both rush over and start to lie her down. They share looks as Ivy mumbles, "Oh, now they cooperate."

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Already being in a pissed off mood, finding the interns watching a video instead of working pushes her over the edge, "Hey! I'm a hundred percent sure I pay you to do more than sit around and watch videos! Go! Before you're looking for a new job."

They all quickly scamper away as Ivy huffs, putting her head in her hands. Jackson saw the whole thing and walks up to her, messaging her shoulders, "Hey, you okay?"

"Can everyone stop asking me that? Okay? I'm fine. I'm pissed that I couldn't get my patients friends to talk until she started literally pucking up blood and they hit on my boyfriend. Then, I find the interns watching a freakin video of a woman being cut in half with a chainsaw instead of working so I yelled at them. I'm allowed to be a boss. I don't need to be all sunshiney all the time. So, if you'll excuse me, I have surgery," As she storms off, Jackson stares after her.