Crap. Meredith managed not to say anything of the sort, but she hurried along behind him. "Okay," she said, "I've got this, we'll take care of her." With a bad fall like that — and from the roof, though it was comparatively low, was far enough — she didn't want to try and lift the girl or even move her alone.

Catching sight of the blonde was confirmation enough, and as she knelt down beside the girl, she glanced back up. "There's a stretcher in the clinic," she said, calm and clear. "I need you to go and get that for me and send someone for Peter Parker, to tell him we're gonna need the O.R." She turned her attention back to the girl on the ground, taking in the injuries she could see, going through a mental checklist of ones it was possible she couldn't. "Stay focused on me, alright? I'm Dr. Grey. Can you hear me alright?"