Put the Doc in Documentary

Today is the day that a camera crew comes in to watch the doctors at Seattle Grace Mercy West and how they are coping after the shooting. Ivy puts her hair into two French braids as Jackson stands behind her in the lounge.

"You okay?"

Ivy nods, "Yeah. I just have to relive the worse day of my life. No big deal. I mean, all that happened was seeing my best friend die right in front of me, get shot twice, watch my brother have emergency surgery, some of my closes friends be held at gunpoint and then slip into a coma for a week. So yeah, I'm okay."

Jackson puts his hands up, "Come find me if you need to talk. Remember that opening up thing? Yeah, do that today."

Ivy rolls her shoulders, and releases a breath. She's got this. She's Ivy freakin Shepherd.

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Ivy puts on a gown with Meredith and Cristina as they talk to the cameras.

Surgical Resident

"We're on trauma rotation, so it's our job to take point and assess each medical emergency as it comes in," Ivy explains.

They move into the trauma room with Hunt, "Lets get x-ray in here."

"You better be precise."

"Talk to me, Shepherd," Owen commands Ivy.

She examins the patient, "His peripheral I.Vs blown. Pressures plummeting. Someone page Derek Shepherd!" She yells over her shoulder.

She feels right at home in trauma.

"V-tach!" Owen yells.

"Chargong to 200."

Owen says, "No pulse. Push one of epi."

Meredith jumps in, "Starting compressions. Give me those paddles."

Everyone is talking as they try and keep him alive.

"Hold compressions, please. Lets see what we have."

Ivy calls out, "Got a rhythm."

"Does he have a pulse?"

Cristina sasses, "Yeah but, half his brain is on the floor, so..."

Owen checks his heart and lungs, "Thats it. He's basically brain dead."

Derek then comes in and talks with Owen about something.

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Ivy is sitting in an interview with Cristina and Meredith.

"We, uh, we are fourth-year s-surgical residents. And, uh, we're good friend's, you know, good friends," Cristina starts.

"Mm. It's pretty impossible to work this closely and not become good friends," Meredith adds.

Cristina laughs, "Yeah, those two are even sister-in-laws."

They laugh with her, "Yeah. I mean, I met Meredith after her and Derek got married but we've become close. Especially since..."

"Uh, sure, going through something like that, it's brought us closer."

"Not that we weren't close before. I mean ask anyone, we're close," Meredith adds.

Ivy chuckles, "I wasn't as close with them, but, uh, my person was killed... then so we've been helping each other as much as we can. Plus, I live with Meredith a few other doctors."

Cristina smiles at her, "So, uh, yeah, it's brought us closer. For sure."

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"He needs a thoracotomy," Meredith calls.

"Right. Right. Right," Cristina turns away.

Ivy informs, "O-2 sats dropping."

"I'll alert the O.R."

"Where's the A.B.G?"

Ivy is then called away by Callie to help with the double arm transplant. She quickly gets the gown and gloves off.

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Ivy is the one to meet with the donors wife because she is the best with patient care. She puts the form in front of her and talks calmly and explains throughly.

After she got the signature, she joins Mark, Derek, Owen, and Callie in the hallway with the cameras.

"Yeah, Ivy here is one our best residents, especially with patient care," Mark brags.

"I've just found that being calm and upbeat helps most patients and their families then stoic and quick. The best thing for a surgery is a calm and happy patient," Ivy blushes.

Ivy then goes and meets Mrs. Waldman, the donors wife, outside the hospital where she's doing her interview. She doesn't say anything, but she just holds her as she cries. Ivy doesn't move until the wife pulls away, giving her a small smile.

She quickly runs up to meet with the attendings to discuss the surgery.

"See that?" Owen asks.

"That could be a problem."

Ivy suggests, "What if we try a bypass instead?"

The attendings think about, "Mm."

○○○○*Marks POV*

They just finished asking me about Derek, now about Ivy, "Ivy? She's the little sister I never had. I was the fun brother while Derek was the strict one. When I heard they both had been shot... every day, we give bad news to patients. We tell them their loved one are hurt... or dying... or dead. And for the first time in my life, I understood what that feels like. It feels like *bleep*."

○○○○*Back to usual POV*

"No, no, you're thinking like a nerve guy," Mark tells Derek.

To which he sasses back, "I am a nerve guy."

With Mark talking over him, "Goes blood supply, then nerves."