Plane Crash On Grey's Anatomy Novels & Stories

"Snap out of it, Morrison! We need to get the fuck out of this plane." With trembling fingers she helped Chase unbuckle the belt. She sucked in a deep breath. Her mind couldn't process what she was seeing. Half of the plane was gone. Tiny sparks of electricity snapped at the jagged edges where once a cockpit was. Water gushed in from the fissured hole. "It's sinking." Chase grabbed her, pulling her behind him. "We don't have much time." "Where are we?" her voice sounded strange in her ears, as if stuffed full of cotton wool.

Renee's mind went blank, and she almost passed out right then. When she left the lock-up, she kept telling herself that she must never give up until she saw the body. And as long as she didn't see Jasper's body, he was alive. But Yvie had been there, watching Jasper and his entourage board the flight. And the airlines reported that the plane crashed in the ocean, giving confirmation with both the flight path and timing. That's why Renee couldn't deceive herself anymore, and her tears rained like a string of broken tears, while she suffocated from the agony and despair.

"That's odd..." Sarah whispered. Anne did not bother asking about Lucas because Anthony was sitting right next to them, but with her and Sarah gone, it was only natural to assume that he had returned to whatever he was doing previously. The plane took off and darted into the sky. For a moment, Anne was startled, not because the take-off was rough as a private jet was extremely steady, but because the helicopter accident she had been in had left a trauma in her. She tensed and grabbed onto the armrests tightly.

Marcus, already aware of their impending doom, swiftly abandoned his seat as the turbulence persisted and rushed over to Annie. The magnitude of what they were experiencing shook Annie to her core — Marcus could see it in her shaken state. He embraced her, and together, they let out a terrified cry as another lightning bolt struck, causing the plane to plummet into the fiery forest, reducing it to ashes and leaving no trace of their identities.

I walked over to the plane, fear gripping me the moment I noticed a light spark at the edge of it. "Azriel," I called out. No reply. "Azriel!" My heart slammed against my chest. The spark grew bigger and he still wasn't out. I moved closer to the shattered window, stepping into the cabin. Bodies lay lifeless. Heads hung at weird angles. It was horrific. How had so many casualties occurred when I was unscathed? I immediately thought back to Azriel's punctured abdomen. Had he fainted somewhere? "Azriel..." Something slammed into me, throwing me out of the window in a flash just as a loud sound boomed. The plane went up in flames within seconds.

I thought that I am soon going to die but to my surprise the dark figure or whatever you can say just walked out from there and stopped at the third row from where I was sitting and as soon as it reached there I saw that it took out its tongue and just got the neck of a lady who was sitting there and soon the both disappeared in thin air as if they never existed in the plane and once again the turbulation starts unable to understand anything I just closed my eyes as I thought that now we all are going to die here as the plane is about to crash soon but suddenly to my surprise I stumbled upon the announcement that the plane is soon going to land and after few minutes it landed and as soon as

I shout angrily. “Just turn it on sir. Channel four.” He says before hanging up on me. As I take the remote, my hand trembles. When the screen flickers on, time stills. A woman is currently on the tv, narrating a plane crash incident that happened ten minutes ago. No survivor confirmed. The screen shows twisted metal burning against the night sky. Passengers’ suitcases litter the ground. And different bodies on the stretcher. As I watch the paramedics trying to gather the bodies, warmth drains from my eyes, and I stagger backwards.

I shook my head to clear the image from my mind. Thurstin firmly held my hand, my palm was numb. The plane was shaking again. "My god," I whispered, closing my eyes. I can already feel the imminent landing on the ground. Just before that happened, something exploded under the plane causing it to shake violently. "What was that?!" "It looks like the plane's landing gear exploded," answered Thurstin. The passengers are crying. Outside, I see a mountain of sand and earth. Spread across the land. Suddenly the front of the plane hit somewhere. I almost fell from the force of the impact. The iron creaked as it hit the ground. We have already landed, but the plane continues to move forward.

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Yogie rose from his seat and turned to look at me. "Yes, Grace. Uncle Paul was one of the victims of that plane crash." And at that moment, my world felt like it was crumbling and shattering. As my body fell, darkness began to envelop me. I passed out there. Unable to accept the painful reality, Grace desperately hoped that what had happened was a dream, because if she woke up, everything would be okay. Unfortunately, when Grace awoke, she realized that what she thought was a dream was actually reality.

She had not even gotten a hold of her own emotions when she suddenly heard the female anchor report regretfully, “As of 9 PM last night, a flight to Glendale airport fell into F Country’s waters due to an unknown issue ten minutes after take-off. Of the 112 flight attendants, pilots, and passengers, 111 have been confirmed dead while one is still missing. Investigation shows that the missing passenger is the young master of the number one family, Jeremy Whitman…” Madeline’s mind blanked the moment she heard Jeremy’s name. Madeline was deaf to anything else the female anchor spoke. All she knew was that the flight Jeremy took had fallen into the water and everyone had died while he was still