Rachel saw flashes of blood. Lots of blood. Familiar faces died before her eyes and she wasn't Rachel anymore. Her hands tore them apart. She felt angry. Upset. Sad. Apathy. Wild.
Then she pushed out, roughly. Rachel's head spun and her eyes stung. She clutched her chest trying to gain her breath and regain the feeling of being her again.
Rachel had once watched all the remaining Greys' die. She heard their last thoughts, final screams but...She tried to force the two memories out, one that wasn't hers and one she wished wasn't. She couldn't think straight, her mind cut from Rose's so abruptly, or that's what she told herself. She couldn't think.