A/N: I know I should've posted sooner but I've been so busy this past week! If I wasn't going away Thursday and not coming back till Monday I probably wouldn't have even thought about reading. That and the fact that I am stuck in my room with nothing to do but write because my sister has been hogging the bathroom for the past TWO HOURS! At least it feels like two hours. It's more like an hour and a half.

I know this is short but I hope it's at least kind of worth it.

Oh, and there's been an amazing lack of reviews. Okay, I've gotten them, but compared to the number of people who favorite this story or put it on their alert list it's nothing! Please feed my muse and review! I'm begging now.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Psych or it's characters. But I do own Dr. Rathburn. Don't like his name very much but I own him.

One last thing: I'm sorry for any and all medical errors I made. The internet and wikipedia weren't very helpful for me. Or maybe they were, but I couldn't understand them.

ENJOY!

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"CLEAR!" A female doctor shouted as she attempted to restart the victims heart. The man on the table jerked as she brought the paddles to meet his flesh. Everyone in the room listened desperately, but heard nothing.

"Again!" She cried, and then muttered, "C'mon! You can't die on me now!"

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A redheaded nurse shuffled quickly towards the foursome anxiously awaiting her. As soon as the group saw her they converged on her and each one started yelling things. She held up her hands and raised her voice, "Quiet! I can't hear you when you talk over each other!"

They fell silent for a moment before they all started to talk again. The nurse could only hear snippets of questions.

"How is-" From the blonde with worried eyes.

"What-" From the tall man with big ears.

"Will he-" From the dark-skinned man with tear-filled eyes.

And finally a full question from the bald man with a hawaiian shirt. "What the hell happened?"

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"What the hell happened?" Dr. Rathburn yelled at the surgeons surrounding a still body on the operating table. The surgeons ignored him as they shouted orders at one another. He pulled on his gloves and headed into the crowd of doctors.

"Again!" The doctor with the paddles shouted, "Clear!" The man's body convulsed and everyone in the room heard that signature beeping again. They breathed a collective sigh of relief. That sound was the best thing any of them could've hoped to hear.

"What happened?" Dr. Rathburn asked again. An older nurse walked over to him and he could see the tired lines on her face. She'd seen enough of this type of thing to last her more than one lifetime. They all had. And that's how they all knew they weren't out of the woods just yet.

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"I'm Lorraine, and you must be the father," The nurse stalled. She didn't like telling people bad news. Never had, never would.

"Yes," Bald Man said, "And I want to know what happened to my son."

"Ah, well," Lorraine didn't want to hurt them, they all looked so tired and worried. At least, she thought the tall man with large ears was worried. Lorraine couldn't really tell.

"Get to it, Lorraine," Tall with Big Ears urged, no, demanded. Lorraine could tell that he wasn't a man inclined to asking.

"Well," Lorraine began, "while they were finishing with young Mr. Spencer he had a, uh, seizure." She saw the elder Spencer pale and heard gasps from the others. "We're not sure what caused it, but the doctors are trying to find out right now."

"What do you mean you're not sure?" Dark and Tearful asked.

"Well, he was stable through most of the surgery. This was so sudden. None of his injuries caused it. Now," Lorraine tried to finish informing them, "I'm sorry to say it, but I have to tell you that he flatlined."

"No..." Blonde and Worried whispered. Lorraine could see several emotions play across her face. Shock, denial, despair, and more denial.

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Dr. Rathburn and the nurse standing next to him watched as the man was wheeled out of the room. He turned to the nurse and fixed her with his stare.

"Now," He said, "tell me how it happened."

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"But I'm happy to say," Lorraine watched as four stricken faces were raised to meet her gleeful one, "that the doctor's were able to revive him."

"Oh, thank God," Blonde and Worried whispered. She and Dark and Tearful exchanged relieved glances.

Lorraine also heard Tall with Big Ears mutter something under his breath that sounded suspiciously like "Damn you Spencer. You just have a flair for the dramatic. Like the damn nurse. Dammit." Lorraine's smile grew wider, she could tell for sure now that he was concerned.

Her smile faded when elder Mr. Spencer, who hadn't been too hasty to be relieved just yet, asked, "So why did he have a seizure?"

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"You're not serious." Dr. Rathburn said flatly.

"I'm sorry, doctor," Nurse McMurphy answered, "But it's true."

"You're telling me that the man was poisoned and we had no idea?" The doctor said incredulously.

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