The chat between Natalie and Dr. Charles went on, but it was as if the doctor wasn't listening his friend and colleague.
- Do you know what? I don't think it is. Yes, it's true, he went into shock, but maybe you left too soon and then he recovered. - Charles answered trying to show her the positive side of the situation.
- He died! It is also my fault. If I hadn't pushed him away, if I had kept him close to me, perhaps nothing would have happened to him. - the doctor said almost shouting.
- Things happen, they don't depend on us. We can't build anything with ifs and buts.- Charles tried to calm her down a little.
- I pushed him away, I treated him badly and instead him? He continued to love me. And now! Now he is ... I can't live without him .. - Natalie sobbed desperately.
- Do you know what we could do? Inform us.
Let's not despair, let's not wrap our heads ahead of time. Will is strong and he is not going to let this crash down.-
- They shot him,- Dr. Manning pointed out.
The psychiatrist paused for a moment for the frankness used by the woman.
- Yes, I know - he said then - you will see that he has already recovered.
That said, he picked up the phone and called the nurse's switchboard.
- Chicago Med - answered a nurse - I'm April -
- Hey April, just Dr. Charles. Could you do me a courtesy? Could you see how Will's surgery is going and let me know? - said the psychiatrist.
- Yes, OK. - replied the nurse, being thanked before the two closed the call.
A few minutes later, which seemed like an eternity to Dr. Manning, someone appeared from her room door.
- April, come in. Tell us, we are all ears .- said Dr. Charles.
Natalie stood there, staring down motionless, even as she listened intently to the information the nurse had to give them.
- The surgery is going pretty well. Dr. Halstead's heart had stopped, but he was shocked and left. Dr. Rodhes is rushing to wrap up the operation as soon as possible.- Sexton informed them.
- OK thank you.- said Dr. Charles, and a little later April left the room.
Natalie, who was there, on the bed looking down, lost in the void, stopped crying.
The woman was worried, she was afraid, but she was slightly heartened that his friend was still alive.
There was still a chance to hope.
She had to be forgiven, she had to finish talking to him by opening her heart and revealing her true feelings about his.
Yes, as soon as his love was recovered she would ask him to forgive her for being so blind.
What maybe she didn't know was that he would forgive her without question.