Loss 4/7


Chapter Four:

"Don!" Terry woke with a start and tried to sit up, a movement that caused the pain in her side to flare up. A pair of woman's hands gently pushed her back down on the bed.

"Ms. Lake, please, you need to lay still," the nurse admonished her softly.

"My partner? What happened to him? He was brought in when I was."

"Ms. Lake, I didn't work on anyone other than you but I did see a man with a shotgun injury to the chest in another trauma room as I was walking past. I didn't catch his name but he was a white guy with short dark hair."

"That's him!" Terry exclaimed. "Can you find out what happened to him? Can I see him?"

The nurse looked doleful and shook her head. "I'm sorry. The only reason I noticed him was because they were calling it."

"Calling what?" Terry asked, confused.

"Calling time of death. I'm really sorry," the nurse said softly.

The air in Terry's lungs disappeared as the bottom dropped out of her world.

This time she welcomed the darkness that swallowed her whole.