"Code Blue. Room 3716." The PA screech. JD looked at Carla before hurrying towards her room. Carla wasn't far behind neither was Turk. They all ran into Hannah's room.

"No!" He yelled as tears ran down his cheeks. It was like his legs didn't carry him fast enough as he ran down the hall. In one swift motion, he threw the door open. There in the bed laid the little girl. His little girl. The machines had been turned off as had half the lights giving the room a look of death. Her face was pale and looked so cold compared to the lively little girl she had been less than a year earlier. Slowly over the course of chemo she had lost the energy, but the innocent, happy look hadn't left her eyes.

He snapped back to the reality as the monitor continued to go off. His eyes fell on the little girl and could feel the pull on his heart as he hurried to the bed.

"Push two of epinephrine." He ordered and started compressions. A minute had passed and the neither meds nor CPR seemed to be helping. "You can't do this." He yelled pumping harder. Everything seemed to be in slow motion. Dr. Cox had entered the room to see if he could help. "Don't do this. You can't do this." He cried out as everyone moved around him. The room was full of nurses and doctors and yet everything seemed so quiet. Another minute went by and still no change. "Paddles." He said and was quickly handed them. "Charge to 150."

"Charged." He heard Carla yell yet it seemed so far away.

"Clear." He yelled as Hannah's limp body lifted off the bed and fell again. He quickly handed the paddles off and continued CPR. "Come on. Come on. Damn it."

"Daddy, I can't do this anymore." Madi wept as she wiped the vomit from her mouth. "I don't want to throw up."

"You have to fight this, Madi. You have to do this." JD said as few tears rolled down his cheeks. He knew his daughter was tired of chemo and getting sick. She was tired of the hospital. She was tired of everything.

"Daddy." She cried.

"Madi, you can do this."

"You have to fight this, Madi. You can do this." JD said loud enough for the whole room to hear and didn't even realize it. "Push another two of epinephrine."

Carla looked at him for a second before following the order.

"Paddles." He said again and the nurse handed them over.

"Charge to 200."

"Charged."

"Clear." He yelled and watched as Hannah's body flew up and fell limp on the bed again. His hopeful eyes fell on the screen. The straight line continued to roll across the screen. He held his breath and just as he thought there was no hope. There was a spike.

"We have a beat." Carla announced. "Pulse is returning."

"We need an MRI." His voice cracked. "And monitor her."

He pushed his way out the door and everyone watched. Dr. Cox soon followed.

"Who's Madi?" He called causing JD, who had been making his way down the hall, to stop.

"What?" He asked not looking at him.

"You said that 'Madi' had to fight this." He said.

"Dr. Cox, don't…" Turk said from behind. Dr. Cox put up a hand singling for him to be quiet.

Silence fell between the staff. JD shook his head and started to walk away.

"Do you just get emotionally attached to everyone or just the people who are going to die?" He asked.

"Dr. Cox, I don't think…" Dr. Cox cut him off with his hand again.

There was more silence.

"Well, Newbie?"