"Dr. Knight you are needed in the ER."
I sprint down the corridors, taking a few turns and bursting through the double doors, catching up with the gurney rolling down the hallway.
A boy who looked to be very young, was hardly moving as he stared blankly up at the ceiling.
"Status on the ninety-two?" that was a code specific to our hospital and it meant the illness or injuries of small children.
"Ninety-two is showing signs of a severe wound to the head." the nurse beside me says and rushes to open the door to the room.
I turn toward the nurse and direct her to scan over the boy for any broken bones.
"Yes Doctor." she replies.
"He needs fifty CCs of lypohydrare, and twenty CCs of hypofeltra!" I direct.
"Doctor! Patients heart rate is decreasing rapidly!"
I lunge toward the medical supplies shelf, and yank down a bottle of pain pills.
Shoving it into the nearest nurses hands, I demand, "Spilt a pill in half and mix it with the IV."
I am taking a risk, but I had faith that it will workout.
Taking the two needles, each filled with the separate medicines, I inject both into the young boy's arm.
Then something terrible happens.
"He's not responding!"
I look up at the monitor, and as I do, the heart rate drops drastically... and he flat lines.
"Defibrillator! STAT!"
We shock him a couple of times, yet he still doesn't respond.
I sigh, "Call it."
The nurse across from me says sadly, "Time of death, eleven twenty."
I felt like crying. I hated losing a life in my hospital, including a child's life.
Yet no matter how much I wanted to break down , I had to keep a level head.
That's what a doctor has to do.
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I lean back into the couch. I was hiding away in the staff lounge waiting for my shift to end, when my phone rings blaring out Kelly Clarkson's Heartbeat Song.
Sitting forward and snatching my phone off of the table from where I put it.
I flip open my phone without looking at the caller ID.
"Alex."
I jump to my feet, "Who is this?"
"This is Queen Everly of the Fyre. Greetings to you young fighter." I gulp. Why would the queen of the League of Fyre be calling me?
"Greetings to you Queen Everly. Is there something I can help you with?" I ask cautiously.
Silence and some shuffling of papers can be heard from the other end.
"There is something indeed only you can help with." She starts
"I ordered some tests of my own from Scarlet's blood, and what was found it is no wonder she went into the Dark Sleep."
"Scarlet was poisoned."
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A/N: I know that some of you wanted to see the Bidders reactions to Alex dropping Victoria Swan out the window... however I might not show their reactions but her actions will have consequences... and yes I did change my user name. Like it?
-Athena Constance