lvi. number twelve
5.01

Atlas was happy, he had a good feeling this morning. He held two coffees in his hand, one for him and the other for Bailey. Derek could get his own coffee — no, Atlas had already given Derek his own coffee.

"Bails!" Atlas sung happily as he moved closer to Bailey who was sitting at one of the hospital computers, with a group of people hovering around her. Everyone was waiting for the scores to come up that would tell them what ranking they were compared to other hospitals.

"Atlas." Bailey greeted, not bothering to look up from the computer.

"I brought you coffee." Atlas smiled as Bailey looked away from the computer and to Atlas, her eyes flickering between his cheeky smile and the coffee in his hands. Atlas grinned wildly as Bailey snatched the coffee from his hands.

"Thank you." She muttered kindly before focusing back on the computer.

"Atly!" Oliver came running up and wrapped his arms around his older brother with a grin. "I missed you!"

"You saw me yesterday." Atlas deadpanned with a chuckle, oh how he loved his brother.

"Back up. You're sucking all my oxygen." Bailey demanded as Oliver leaned over her shoulder to try and read the computer.

"I'm trying to see." Oliver whined.

"It's not up yet. There's nothing to see." Bailey shrugged and used her shoulder to bump Oliver so he would stop leaving over her — he only smirked and leaned over more, his head now resting on her shoulder.

"It's supposed to be posted at 4:00." Hahn commented.

Mark checked his watch, "4:15."

Cristina reached to touch the keyboard, "Hit the refresh button. You have to reload the page."

Bailey swatted Christinas hand away — well she was focused on swatting Christina's hand away, Oliver moved his own hand forward and pressed the reset button. "I'm hitting the refresh button every ten seconds. Just wait. Oliver!"

Meredith walked up, "Is it up yet?"

"No." Bailey groaned.

Oliver looked away from the computer, his head momentarily moving of Baileys shoulder. "Hi." He waved lightly to Meredith.

"Hi." Meredith smiled back — Christina looked between Meredith and Oliver with a knowing look on her face.

Alex walked up to the group, "Is it up yet?"

"No! Wait." Bailey snarked.

"I'm thinking we move up a slot. We pass Hopkins, move up to number one." Mark looked to Atlas who nodded his head along to what he was was saying.

"We're not passing Hopkins. We're gonna stay number two." Derek denied Marks hopes.

"Mayo could surge ahead. We could be three." Hahn suggested.

"Three? Pessimist?" Derek shook his head.

"Realist." Hahn told him. "The rankings of teaching hospitals change based on any number of things."

"Ah, three is top five. I can live with three." Mark took the coffee from Atlases hand and took a sip, the cardio surgeon glared at the plastic surgeon.

Alex reached out to touch the keyboard, "Hit the refresh button."

Bailey swatted his hand away — and once again, it gave Oliver a change to hit the refresh button. "Get... stay back. I'm doing this. Oliver, stop it."

Izzie walked up to the group, the blond having just left the clinic that Bailey had given her. "Hey, is it up yet?"

"No." Atlas replied.

Izzie reached to touch the keyboard just like everyone else had. "Well, here. Just hit the refresh..."

Bailey swatted her hand away, just like she had done to everyone else. "I am hitting the refresh..." Bailey turned top look at everyone, "Okay, all of you, back up. Stop hovering, stop speculating. The rankings will go up when they go up. We have no control over when they're posted. When it is up, I will say it is up. Until then, back up, shut up, and leave me alone, so I can push the — "

"It's up." Meredith pointed out, cutting Bailey off.

Atlas looked to the screen, his blue eyes reading the words. "Number one, Hopkins. Number two, Mayo."

Hahn smirked, "Told you.

"Three, Cleveland Clinic?" Bailey continued.

"Huh?" Atlas looked up from his coffee.

"Four, Mass Gen." Bailey read.

"What?" Marks eyes widened.

"Wait, wait. We're moving down to five?" Christina asked in disbelief.

"No. We are not five." Bailey muttered.

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Bailey is standing against the nurses station, a phone to her ear when Atlas walks over to her.

"I have a dream, Atly." Bailey said suddenly.

"Huh?" Atlas sent her a look.

"That one day, a trauma will come through those doors... I have a dream." Bailey said once more.

"Oh." Atlas muttered. "I have that dream."

"Number twelve!" Bailey exclaimed.

Atlas nodded in agreement, "Number twelve."

"Right now dispatch is squawking about three men. Three serious injuries. Every one, they're taking them to Mercy West."

"Those bastards."

"Mhm."

"Wait, three men?" Atlas questioned.

Bailey nodded, "That's what I said."

"You mean, like, three men who could be married to the princess?" Atlas asked, the princess referring to the three older lady who had come in dressed in ball gowns.

Bailey looks at Atlas, a light bulb goes off right over her head. With an idea, the resident grinned and pulled Atlas along with her to the lady's that had come in earlier.

"Ladies, um, I've been on the phone with ambulance dispatch. Three gentlemen in a limousine collided with another vehicle on Broad Street. It's possible it was your husbands." Bailey told the three woman dresses in the ball gowns.

"Oh, no." Anna, one of the wives worried.

"They're taking them to Mercy West..." Atlas trailed off.

"Which is across town." Bailey added.

"Unless, uh, you prefer that they be brought here." Atlas smirked lightly.

"We can do that?" One of the woman, Sarabeth asked hesitantly.

Bailey nodded, "Oh, you can insist."

Atlas nodded ever so slight, "I would insist." He whispered.

"Oh, well, then, I guess... I guess we insist."

"Yes, we insist."

Bailey looked happy, "You insist."

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Richard and Christina rush over to where Atlas and Bailey were standing, waiting for the ambulances that carried the husbands of the woman inside the ER.

"Am I to understand that you stole these traumas from Mercy West?" Richard asked, referring to the three ambulances that were coming close to the ambulance bay.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." The lie slipped right from between Bailey's lips.

"Good job, 'cause now it's personal. Yang, come with me." Richard moved forward to the first ambulance that had pulled up.

Atlas watched from the side as the other ambulances pulled up. He moved to the one but saw Eliza and her interns move to it first — once he saw that he backed off.

"We have a situation. 58 year old male, MVC, tachy 160, BP 80 palp, Decreased bilateral and breath sounds." The paramedic told Richard.

Atlas gasped. "Woah, what did you do?" He pointed to the pen stuck in the man's throat.

The paramedic shook his head,  "I didn't do it. He did. GI Joe trached him at the field before I got there."

The paramedic gestured to a soldier who put his mouth over the pen inserted into the patients throat.

"Cool." Atlas muttered in awe.

"With a pen? You trached this guy with an ink pen?" Richard exclaimed loudly.

"So?" The solider shrugged.

"Move this guy inside now. Come on. Let's go. Move, move, move, move." Richard demanded.

"Pen trach? Hot." Christina commented.

Atlas looked to Christina, "Right?!"

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Atlas held his phone to his ear, he was talking to his mom who had packed up and gone on a trip back to their home town where she was visiting her mother.

"Ma. How's grandma?" Atlas asked as he wondered the halls.

"Oh! She's great. She keeps trying to feed me her widow pie." Lilla told her son.

"Yeah? Her chocolate widow pie is really good though." He joked — it wasn't — as he moved closer to the entrance of the hospital.

"Yesterday was chocolate, today is blueberry."

Atlas stepped outside into the cold air, not noticing Christina or Meredith. "Yeah? Gee, I'm glad I didn't come with you."

"That's a lie. You miss your cousins. Uh, your grandma wants the phone."

"Tell her I'm busy!" Atlas shrieked.

"Oh? Your busy? That's okay you be a kick ass surgeon! Love you baby!"

"Love you too ma, thank you." Atlas hung up the phone. Just as he looked up he saw Christina slip on some ice and fall.

"C!" He shouted.

"Oh, thanks." Christina sighed when Atlas rushed over, Meredith knelt beside Christina. "Oh, help me. Help me up."

Then there's a crack. The three look up and see an icicle on the roof break away from the roof. It falls and then bam! right into Cristina's abdomen. Cristina starts gasping in pain.

"Oh shit!" Atlas panics.

Meredith stands up. "Don't move. I'm gonna go get some help." She rushed inside for help.

"Don't leave me here alone!" Christina called out.

"C, I'm right here." Atlas deadpanned with a roll of his eyes.

"Don't leave me alone!" Christina repeated.