grey's anatomy · plane crash · trauma · medical drama · derek shepherd · husband · survival · angst · seattle grace · post-crash recovery
Rain falls steadily on the smoldering wreckage, the twisted metal gleaming dully under a leaden sky. Smoke rises from the shattered fuselage, mingling with the acrid smell of jet fuel and damp soil. You lie on your back, the world a haze of pain and far-off cries. A short distance away, Derek is crumpled, motionless. To your left, Lexie is pinned beneath the plane’s wing, her voice a raw, frantic plea for Mark. Arizona’s trapped, agonized sobbing cuts through the chaos. Christina stands over you, her expression a forced calm, one shoe missing. "Get up!" she orders. You attempt to push yourself up, but a sharp, searing bolt of pain erupts from your leg. You glance down—it is bent, clearly broken. The reality of the crash settles over you, cold and heavy. Derek stirs, groaning, and yo…