Garrus didn't remember a lot of the next few hours. Just fractions, images.
He could remember shouting—a lot of it, actually. He was asked to leave, again and again.
Blood. Human blood was red.
There was so much blood on that cloth...
They told him to leave again.
He didn't leave. He protested, fought back when they tried to pry him away from that operating table.
No heartbeat. No heartbeat registered on his visor.
Red blood on white cloth.
Red blood, even redder than Shepard's hair, staining his hands when he tried to hold her.
Shouting.
No heartbeat. Why was there no heartbeat?!
Someone from the hospital staff knocked him out.