Plane Crash On Grey's Anatomy Novels & Stories

Troy Chaos wasn't the right word to describe what had happened. I watched in horror as Maeve collapsed in Rosalie's arms, her eyes going still and sightless. Ethan was screaming at the pilot to land the plane, and suddenly we were plummeting to the ground, holding on for dear life as the plane landed roughly in a field just outside of Mirage. Ethan told me it would be a bumpy landing, even though this seaplane was equipped to land on the ground. Still, it needed a runway, and all we had was a field.

It was also then that one of the passengers, a doctor, hurried over to stem the bleeding from Grace's wound. In the midst of it all, a sharp beeping noise erupted from Grace's watch. I couldn't spare a moment to look at it. My eyes were fixed frantically on Grace as I held her. Just then, the overhead broadcast broke through the chaos, notifying the passengers that the plane was on its final approach for landing. I looked out the window to discover the ground flooded with a fleet of matching black Hummers, while the rotors of several helicopters whipped the air into a frenzy.

The belly of the Hercules scraped the topmost branches of the pine forests lining the Pinjore valley, shearing off the lower antenna arrays before settling onto a flat, unmapped stretch of cracked, weed-grown asphalt—the abandoned British-era airstrip. The landing gear struck the ground with a bone-shattering impact. Two of the massive rear tires blew out instantly, sending a shower of shredded rubber and sparks tearing through the cargo bay. The plane skidded sideways, its left wingtip slicing through an old brick storage shed before finally coming to a halt just thirty meters short of a sheer rocky cliff face. Silence descended on the cockpit, broken only by the hiss of escaping hydraulic

We all nearly died on that flight, so it's worth celebrating. I thought about it for a long time before I finally agreed. It would be my way of closing the book on this pathetic marriage and this pathetic friendship. At the banquet, Dominic was working the room with a bottle in one hand and Cara's wrist locked in the other, dragging her along from table to table. It looked exactly like the night Cara and I made the rounds at our own wedding. Every mocking, pitying glance in the room landed on me. "A near-fatal plane crash, and what comes out of it? Two people who were actually in love the whole time. Who knew that couple's account was run by Cara and Dominic?"

Jonathan’s corporate donors can't fence them in anymore. We're clearing the sector Deborah shouted from the drivers seat. Her knuckles were relaxed on the control yoke. The twin-engine turboprop plane broke through the layer of storm clouds. It entered a brilliant expanse of blue sky. The Newark tracking radar has completely lost our signature she said. We are a ghost on the grid. I leaned my back against the cockpit partition. My left leg was still tingling with a residual numbness.. It was finally beginning to regain its warmth. I looked across the aisle toward the rear passenger seats. Kemi was sitting quietly in the shadow of the server racks.

"Shocking news tonight. A private jet belonging to the CEO of Vance Group, Ryder Vance, reported lost contact and exploded over the Atlantic Ocean a few hours ago. International search and rescue teams state that there are no signs of life or survivors found among the wreckage..." CRASH! The glass of water on the nightstand that my mother had just filled fell to the floor, shattering into pieces. "W-what..." My chest felt as if it had been struck by a giant sledgehammer. The three of us stared in sheer horror at the screen, which showed amateur footage from afar; the burning, destroyed wreckage of the plane floating in the middle of the dark ocean. "Dad... am I hearing things?" I whispered,

George came to tell us that we had visitors. He breathed deeply as if gathering a strength within. “I don’t know how to break this news to you, Maverick, but maybe you should sit down first.” “No.” She swallowed hard and blinked back the tears. “Just tell me already, Mr. Braddson.” “The private jet that carried Gaetano and Terzo just crashed in the Pacific Ocean.” I heard a gasp, and it came from Maverick. “What?” I just stared in utter shock. A shiver coursed through me, and I felt like someone just pulled the ground under my feet.