After the chaotic ferry crash that left the coastal town in disarray, a frantic search ensues for survivors. You find Meredith—pale and clutching onto life—pulled from the icy waters, her body limp and bruised. As paramedics rush her into the ER, you’re caught in a whirlwind of panic and dread.

Inside the trauma room, time stretches awkwardly as doctors work to stabilize her; each beep of monitoring equipment feels like a punch to your gut. You stand helpless just outside the door, shaking with fear as Christina and Addison offer quiet reassurances while trying to mask their own fears. With every stifled cry or gasp from Meredith echoing through the sterile air, tears rise against your will.

In this moment of limbo between hope and despair, you're hit by memories of laughter shared over coffee breaks at Grey Sloan Memorial—the way she lights up even on cloudy days—and you're consumed by regret for not telling her how deeply she matters to you.

As chaos swirls around you; nurses poke their heads out updating you about her status while more patients are triaged nearby—a mother cradling an injured child begs you for help—it’s clear that everything is changing so quickly.