Hello universe! Just who was behind that scream? Read on and you'll find out!
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Chapter Nineteen:
By Rosa241
Izzy's POV:
"I think we should prescribe antibiotics and keep an eye on the fever. It's worrying me a little." Just breathe Izzy. The sooner we get this sorted out the sooner I can get away from Alex.
"He's already on antibiotics and the fevers holding steady. It hasn't gotten any worse in the last few hours." He mutters as he throws a glare my way.
"Holding steady means it hasn't gotten any better either. I'm just trying to do what's best for the patient." He slams the chart onto the counter with a force that actually makes me jump.
"And I'm not right!? That's what you're saying isn't it? You're trying to help the patient and I'm not, hell I'm probably trying to kill him!" You said it not me. He's not good for the patients, just look at how quickly he's losing his temper.
"I didn't say that." But I sure wish that I had. It's about time somebody finally showed him what for.
"You didn't have to. All day the only thing you've been doing is contradicting me, disagreeing with everything I've said. What the hell is wrong with you?" Something inside me ignites at his words. Okay so maybe I have disagreed with him a few times but that doesn't mean he gets to speak to me that way. Shrugging off my anger I turn my eyes back towards him.
"I'm just trying to do what's best for the patients Alex. That is what we're here for." Sensing that things are quickly getting out of control I turn to leave, unfortunately Alex isn't so keen on this argument ending. Grabbing hold of my arm he turns me back to face him.
"So am I Izzy. I'm trying to do my job so back off and let me." And I'm doing my job by stopping you from making a mistake. "The patient is already on antibiotics, there's no point in prescribing more until we know if these ones are going to work. Given your history with prescribing things I'd let me do it if I were you, wouldn't want you to try to kill this one too."
My hand moves before I can stop myself and before I know what I'm doing I've slapped him. The people around us stop in shock but right not the only thing I feel is anger. As soon as the anger appears it begins to ebb away.
Crap!
What did I just do?
My eyes dart around the room for a moment to see the surprise on the faces of the nurses and doctors surrounding us.
"Touch a nerve did I?" He whispers as he walks away from me.
He fell for it.
I knew that he would. He's so easy to get all riled up and all it took was a few hours.
Baileys going to kill me for slapping him though. I guess it's worth it though if Alex gets what's coming to him.
Alex's POV:
The car screeches to a halt as soon as the little girl steps out into the road but of course it's too late. The tiny body slams into the car and rolls over the bonnet. The sound rattles through my brain and for a moment all I can do is stare at the scene.
"Shit!" My bodies moving towards the scene before I really have time to think. Dropping down beside her the blood pooling round her body throws me completely for a few seconds before the doctor inside of me kicks into gear.
Instantly my fingers find her pulse, it's weak and barely there but it's there. Sighing in relief I place my hands on either side of her head and turn to the driver who's shaking beside me.
"What have I done?" His chanting is interrupted by my yelling.
"Dude!" Eventually he snaps his eyes to look towards me. "Go into the hospital and get someone!"
He darts off on shaking legs and leaves me alone with a bleeding little girl and the few people surrounding the sidewalk this late at night. Freaking vultures! Forcing them out of my mind I scan my eyes of the tiny body lay before me.
Judging from the angle her right arm is sitting at it's most likely broken. There's blood spattering slowly over her abdomen from a wound I can't get my hands to right now. A bone is now sticking out of her left ankle where blood is also beginning to pool.
Shit!
Making my decision I let go of her head and move to her leg. Taking off the scrub top I wrap it around the wound as gently as I can. Got to stop this bleeding. She doesn't make a single move during my attempts at dressing her ankle which only increases my worry.
That would have hurt like hell. Not consciousness means she's got a head injury.
I barely have time to think about anything else before several voices enter into my head.
"Karev!" The first voice belongs to Bailey.
"What happened?" The second belongs to Sloan.
"Young girl hit by a car. Broken right arm, possible abdomen injury and a possible compound bone fracture to the left ankle. I've got her pulse buts its weak." Things move into warp speed after that. Within seconds we're rolling her into the ED, the three of us joined by more bodies as we attempt to save her life.
As bodies start flying and machines start beeping my only thought is on the tiny body. I don't know her name, I don't know how old she is…
Fight kid! Fight!
Bailey's POV:
"Still no output." My throat tightens as Karev continues CPR. We've been at this for fifteen minutes now and still no change. I know we've lost her, in my heart I know we have. Turning my eyes to Sloan it becomes clear that he knows we've lost her as well. As we both turn back to Karev it's clear that he hasn't given up. He's still hoping we can save her.
It takes a couple of minutes before I find myself with the heart to say the words he needs to hear.
"Karev, she's gone." He shakes his head and continues to perform CPR.
"Not yet." He breathes out with another shake of his head. This is always the worst part. "Come on kid fight!"
"Alex. Alex." Sloan moves forward placing both hands over Karev's. "She's gone."
He finally looks up, anger the initial emotion crossing his face but that soon gives way to acceptance. Dropping his head he slams his hand down onto the bed.
"Damn it." It takes another moment before the words finally find themselves coming out of my mouth.
"Time of death, 21:35." The room scatters into movement once again and my eyes train onto Karev who slips out into the corridor.
It takes a few minutes before I follow him outside where I find him sat on the floor with his back to the wall.
What do you say in this situation? We lost a kid.
Losing any patient is the worst feeling in the world but losing a kid…there's no worse feeling than losing a child. She was so small…
"Alex we need to talk about what happened before." My thoughts are interrupted as Stevens bursts through the hubbub and comes to stand in front of Karev.
"Dr Stevens whatever this is about it can wait." She shakes her head at me before turning her attention back to the man on the floor.
"No offence Dr Bailey but it really can't. This needs…" She trails off as her eyes turn back towards me. Only it's not me she's looking at. Her eyes catch sight of the poor young girl lying on the bed and in an instant her brain clicks into gear. "Actually this could maybe wait for another time."
As the girl shuffles back down the corridor my eyes turn back to where Karev is sitting. He leans his head back against the wall and sighs again. Eventually he pushes himself up and takes a deep breath.
"Karev go home." He doesn't argue, just shakes his head again and walks away.
Losing a kid is always the hardest.
Oh dear. Not a happy chapter here I'm afraid. How will Alex handle losing a patient? Stay tuned and find out.