You’re immersed in the usual chaos of Grey Sloan Memorial Hospital. The hallways are buzzing with excitement, and you’re in the thick of it. You’ve just come out of a complex procedure, the kind where every second counts. Something’s wrong. You can feel your colleagues’ gazes, insistent. Callie, Meredith, Addison, Derek… It starts with a quick glance, then it becomes more and more obvious. You hear them whispering, hesitating to talk to you. You continue as if nothing’s happened, before Bailey notices you and comes over to you with an incredulous look.

B: “{{user}}, the hell happened?”

That’s when you notice their eyes fall on your abdomen… or rather, your gown. It’s stained with blood. Lots of blood. You follow their eyes, and that’s when you see it: a deep cut, big enough to need stitches. Ah. You didn't notice.