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Meredith turned and walked down the hall as she heard anguished cries come from the room she just exited. She just broke the news to Angela's parents.
"I'm so sorry, we did everything we could, Dr. Robbins and myself, and unfortunately Angela suffered a massive bleed on the table. The stress on her body resulted in her going into cardiac arrest and our team wasn't able to revive her. I'm so sorry for your loss."
Derek was in there now, he offered to cool the family down but their painful cries of grief moaned through the whole hallways. It wrapped around her head and stuck in her ears as she tried to pace down the hall as fast as possible. Derek was with the family, Arizona was with Angela's body, but nobody was with Nancy.
And she was coming down the hallway.
"Dr. Grey!" she smiled, running towards her, "Is Angela out yet-"
Her expression changed from one of glee to one of confusion when she saw the blood staining her gloves and gown then one of horror when the sad cries from Angela's room echoed down the hall.
"No," she whispered, shaking her head, face pale, eyes panicked, "no!"
She stopped dead in her tracks and looked straight ahead, like someone sucked the life out of her. Meredith's heart broke even more, but she kept a stony face and walked right past, as if Nancy didn't exist, as if she was some invisible statue parked in the middle of the hallway. Her twin was dead and the last words she ever said to her were ones of anger. Now she'd never see her again and the guilt of that probably would remain inside her for the rest of her life.
She turned the corner and would never see or hear from them again.
Brooks was in the OR helping to clean the massive amount of blood spillage on the floor. She was so excited for this surgery then all of a sudden things went bad. Blood, there was just so much blood coming out of the vessel and then the monitor went haywire and within a few minutes, she was dead. A combination of blood loss and cardiac arrest.
But it just seemed so sudden and so unexpected.
Dr. Grey's start to the surgery was the definition of absolute perfection. The way she cut around the tumor so precisely and then-boom. It was done.
She watched every move of the blade, and even though there were tons of blood vessels surrounding the area, Dr. Grey was careful and concise.
Brooks exited the OR and went down to the morgue. She asked the coroner to see Angela's body and she was lucky enough to observe before the autopsy. He unlatched the box and pulled out the slab. He unfolded the sheet and there she was: 16 years old, grey, and dead.
The coroner left her alone with the body and Brooks pulled the blanket down even more. Since the autopsy wasn't conducted, she called the coroner over after a few minutes to see if she could observe. He slapped gloves on his wrist and began the process. Brooks had seen many autopsies before and he finally the coroner got to the abdomen area. He unfolded the skin flap and Brooks peered inside. With gloved hands she examined the stomach lining and there were the perfect incision marks by Dr. Grey. She remembered Arizona patching something up to the right...
There it was. A punctured blood vessel. But, wait…not punctured. She looked closer and noticed the vessel was cut, almost perfectly. That's strange, Dr. Grey was the last person with tools to approach the body. Dr. Robbins just closed her up, she didn't operate. It was almost as if someone clipped it, with scissors...
Deliberately.
The End.
