"Adam."
The voice was like a slap. Sharp and loud. He didn't need to hear anyone say it. It was over. They had lost.
He pulled off his gown, shoving it into the trash. He tossed his glasses on the counter. He wanted to scream, to hit something, but he forced himself not to.
As he looked up he saw Brittany watching.
"What is it Brittany?" He leaned out the door.
"I need you to come down to MRI right away."
He turned back, about to say it needed to wait. He had to tell Hunter's family. And Kara.
He saw Erin watching.
"I need to go."
"Go." Erin said softly.
He nodded. He knew what she wasn't saying. That she would see to the uncomfortable business at hand.
But there was one part he had to do. As much as he hated the stupid rule. He was the surgeon of record. Legally it wasn't over until he said it.
"Time of death. 5:22pm"