Cameron sits on his mother's side of the conjoined desks, using her computer to peruse the internet. He searches for anything in regards to his sister's condition. Even reading other patient experiences. He's a little more relaxed, able to summarize what his sister may be going through. At least it's something. He lifts his head when he hears the door open. "Mum, how did surgery go?"
"Little girl. It will be touch and go. Internal injuries were worse than what I initially thought. Where's Charlotte?" Bernie furrows her brow, slowly closing the door behind her, "And what are you doing at my computer?" She tilts her head to the side for him to move, which he kindly obliges. When he doesn't immediately answer, she sighs, "Where's your sister, Cameron?"
The young man sits awkwardly in one of the chairs under the windows, thinking how he could possibly tell her, "I don't want you to get angry."
"That's never a good way to start a conversation."
Cam informs his mother of everything leading up to that point of his sister being taken to the MRI. "Which is why I came in here to...maybe find some reason about why she would be like this. I did, it's common, but this seizure...was different from her other ones. At least the ones I've seen." He shrugs, "She's just slurring a lot. Bit out of it. Don't let it worry you."
"You're my children. I'm always going to worry about you. However, I'm far more knowledgeable about this than you give me credit for." Bernie shakes her head slowly, "Where is she now?"
"Still getting her MRI, I'd imagine...taking forever though. Donna Jackson went with her."
"I'm going to go look for them. Call or message your father. If Serena gets back-"
"She already knows." Cameron nods, watching his obviously exhausted mother jogs from the room. He worries about her as well most days. Worried she'll run herself into the ground, but he knows her partner would never allow her to do that.
Bernie uses the stairway to move between the floors to the imaging department. Quicker than what an elevator could do. She notices Donna using a bag valve mask. "What happened?" Luckily, her daughter's hair was quick to notice and very rarely mistakeable.
"Everything's fine, she was just having a super rough time. MRI went well." Donna offers the patient a quick, reassuring smile, "Didn't want to move her until we got her stable. Wouldn't want anything to happen while on the lift. She's holding her own a bit better now."
The consult takes note of her daughter's bloody nose and the contusions to her face and neck. "Did you miss me that much on my first day back?" She notices the girl's tired smirk. "Let's get her some ice for that cheek and a tampon for her nose when we return to AAU. I can handle that much." They begin moving toward the elevator. Bernie glances to her department nurse, "Thank you for escorting her down yourself."
"Charlie and I had some catching up to do." Nurse Jackson nods, "Which, she's a terrible chin wag. Fell right asleep." She notices the younger woman trying to push the bag valve mask from her face weakly. "Wait until we get to AAU and get you a proper mask with some oxygen. Okay? I'd feel a bit better and I'm certain your Mum would as well."
Charlie hums a little, trying to move it again. Finally being allowed by the nurse, "Not Cam's fault." Her languid words drip from her tongue as she makes eye contact with her mother, "He will try to take blame."
Bernie furrows her brow, having been told by her son only bits and pieces, how everything was set up when arrived upon the scene. "We'll talk about it later."
"You look tired."
"So do you." The blonde pushes the bag valve mask back onto her daughter's face, staying next to her as they move to get her back up to AAU. Bernie notices her partner follow after her from the office. "Where were you?" She notices the woman give her a look. "Theater?"
"Yes, of course theater...and I need to speak with you." Serena follows after her, "It's urgent."
Quick glance to Donna, who gives a nod, and Bernie steps off to the side with her partner. "Charlie stopped breathing after her MRI. That's what was keeping them." She explains, noticing the look in her other half's eyes, "What happened?"
"Police are on their way. Mitchel Duncan is dead." She explains quietly, in a hushed voice. "Lost too much blood at the scene and coded on the way to theater. Cameron said he informed you about what happened." When Serena folds her arms over her chest, glancing around, "There's just so many loose ends that only Charlotte could answer."
"I'll contact DS Morgan." She pauses, something finally dawning on her, "Megan Morgan...DS Morgan mentioned her to me once. That's his daughter that I just... Bloody hell." Bernie begins to walk away from the woman, towards her office. "And it's her birthday. I can only imagine that's why they were out so late. Birthday dinner. He's at Saint James."
"I'll call for him, Bern, you stay with Charlotte." Serena nods, placing a hand on her partner's arm, stopping her in her tracks. "I'm just as shocked as you are, but...we'll take care of things together."
"Always together." Bernie leans over, giving her partner a quick peck before backing away from her, "Got my kiss." She raises an eyebrow, giving a triumphant smirk before turning, returning to her daughter's bedside. She lifts her head after taking the young woman's hand, seeing her son walking toward her. "Police are on the way."
"Thought they would be." Cameron nods quickly, "They'll want to take pictures of her-" He trails off, glancing down toward his sister. Asleep again, oxygen mask over her face. "This is all my fault. I should have been more attentive. I should have checked on her more frequently. I could have just watched that movie with her instead."
"MRI hasn't come in yet, obviously, but...I'm sure this was just a grand mal, which is probably what you read on the web. Her reactions are common of the larger seizures and since they're mostly fueled by her anxiety, I'd say she was pretty anxious throughout this whole ordeal, wouldn't you?" Bernie cautiously reaches a hand out to gently touch her son's as it rests against Charlie's bed rail, "If it wasn't you home, it would have been Serena or myself...and I don't know if I'd have been as benevolent as you were to try to save Mitch Duncan's life."
"I don't know if I should have." Cam moves away a little, "Dad's on his way...I'm...I need some fresh air." He walks away from his family, making his way to the elevator, aggressively tapping the button. He wants to cry. He doesn't know what else to do. "I could have...eliminated the problem when I had the chance." Cam whispers to himself, needing to work it out. He turns away from the lift once it takes too long, using the stairs to go to the roof, screaming into the air once he pushes through the door.
