Plane Crash On Grey's Anatomy Novels & Stories

If only CJ would have stayed. I rush to my room to pick my handbag as Zara heads over to switch off the TV. " Come see this, "Zara calls with terror in her voice. I stare at the screen, not believing the horror. The headlines read, US PLANE CRASHES TAKING THE LIVES OF EVERYONE IN IT. SOME BODIES ARE MISSING AND SOME ARE ON THEIR WAY BACK TO THE MOURTARY, WHERE FAMILY WILL IDENTIFY THEM. ^^^^^^^^^

He chuckled and leaned in to kiss me, when the plane began swaying. "What's wrong?" Kaden asked, panicking a little. An ominous feeling crept up my heart. Something bad was about to happen. We suddenly began flying downwards, until we hit bottom. Sounds of an explosion. Then pain. I couldn't breathe, but my hands inched forward. 'Kaden.' 'Amber!' A yell, and then.... blackout.

"Goodbye, Fenrir. Tell your mate I said hello when you see her in the next life." She stepped backward into the empty air, disappearing instantly into the thick gray clouds. The plane was spinning now, falling toward the rocky ground at an incredible speed. The pilot was screaming in the cockpit as the windshield shattered from the pressure. Damon was still slumped over in his seat, completely limp and unable to move. I unbuckled my seatbelt and the force of the spin threw me against the metal wall. I had to crawl across the shaking floorboards, digging my fingers into the metal tracks to pull myself toward Damon's seat.

“On what grounds—?” Before she could finish her sentence, she felt her body lift off the floor. The cockpit was not a place just anyone could enter. Aside from people with professional training, others would experience intense discomfort. That was the only reason the man in glasses and Anna were kneeling slightly while talking to me. The plane was about to crash into the sea. The man in glasses panicked. He walked up and slapped the flight attendant twice. Then, he grabbed her hair and smashed her head against the floor. “Apologize to Justin right now! If all of us die here because of you, they’ll find the black box. You’ll go down in history as the biggest villain of all time. Your name wil

“You okay?” I nodded, though my body ached and my vision swam. The cabin was a wreck, one side crumpled, the door hanging open to reveal a dark, rain-soaked street. We’d landed somewhere in the city, not a fiery crash but a controlled one, thanks to the pilot’s skill. The team was already moving, unstrapping, checking weapons, but the pilot wasn’t so lucky. He slumped in his seat, blood trickling from a gash on his forehead.

… Early the next morning, I turned my phone back on to find it filled with missed calls from the Castille family. Immediately after, a local number I didn't recognize came in. As soon as I answered, a familiar voice sounded. "Dr. Bishop! Please hurry back to the airport! Ms. Castille started vomiting blood on the plane and lost consciousness! The airline has approved a complimentary business-class seat for you and will take you straight to Jorleton!" It was Barney, the airline manager from yesterday. I scoffed and called him out mercilessly. "Complimentary business class? Didn't you say that I was a broke loser who only deserved to be kicked off the plane?"

He took out his phone to call Phoebe again, only to see a news alert in his notifications. "Flight C200 Crashes with Zero Survivors." He suddenly felt a sharp pang of dread seize his chest. That was the exact flight Phoebe was supposed to take for her return trip.

The car that crashed into Grey's vehicle spun uncontrollably before being hit by another car from the opposite direction. Subsequent chain collisions occurred, and smoke billowed everywhere. Several cars stopped, and their passengers got out in shock. Keyara's ears were ringing, and she felt like she had lost her hearing for a moment. The impact had pinned her leg to the mangled car door, and broken glass had cut her arm. Meanwhile, Grey, who was saved by the airbag that deployed from the steering wheel, lifted his face. His body ached, but not too severely. He had no significant injuries, but Keyara was different. Her leg was pinned.

While the people at the Cliff Mansion were filled with sorrow, it was time for celebration for Malcolm and his family. He was rejoicing at his victory and asked his wife to put on the television to check the progress. The death of the Cliffs was all over the news. Malcolm heard one news anchor say, "…….private jet owned by the Cliff family crashed while enroute to Paris from Chicago. The aircraft exploded as soon as it crashed. The reason for the crash is still unknown, but it is suspected there was some technical glitch in the aircraft. The investigations are on, and we will update you on the progress. Our resources have confirmed that all the passengers on board the flight, including Mr. T

Tears streamed down the Shaffers' faces. "It's her! It's Maisie! She's alive!" Agatha cried. "Ezekiel, tell the pilot to go faster! I need to see her. I need to apologize. We'll spend the rest of our lives making it up to her." Ezekiel's own heart swelled with anticipation at the thought of seeing Maisie soon. All three were filled with a mix of hope and remorse, eager for their reunion. None of them knew the plane was actually heading straight into a bank of dark storm clouds. It flew in but never flew out.