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𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐞
ꜱᴏɴɢ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ
𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐨 - 𝐥𝐞𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐥𝐝𝐢
Human beings need a lot of things to feel alive: Family. Love. Sex. But we only need one thing, to actually be alive.
We need a beating heart.
When our heart is threatened, we respond in one of two ways. We either run or we attack. There's a scientific term for this.
Fight or Flight.
It's instinct, we can't control it.
Mallory Shepherd felt as if time was moving slowly, and she rushed as quickly as she could to Denny's room with a sinking feeling in her stomach. Right as she opened the door, Izzie Stevens had cut his LVAD wire with a pair of scissors as George O'Malley rushed around the room in a panic.
Or can we?
"What the hell is going on here?" Mallory exclaimed as she shut the door. "What the hell did you do, Izzie?"
"His heart is barely beating. Izzie, we need to call a code," George shouted from beside Denny as he looked at the monitors. "I can't feel a pulse. Izzie!"
"No!" Izzie snapped in reply. "I have a plan."
Her eyes went wide as she turned to Izzie, truly believing that she had lost her mind. "A plan? Was cutting Denny's LVAD wire your plan? I, I'm calling a code—"
Izzie grabbed onto her arm as she insisted. "No. I can't let you."
"He's crashing!" George concluded as he went to move. "I need to call the—"
"The damn code!" Mallory yelled, raising his voice in Izzie's face, who for the first time ever looked slightly afraid of the woman who only stood 5'5. "I swear to God, if you do not let go of me in five seconds—"
"No, you can't!" Izzie finally sighed, letting go of Mallory's arm. "If we call a code, they will rush him to surgery and replace his LVAD, and then he will stabilize. He needs to get worse if he's gonna get this heart."
George and Mallory shared a look, knowing that this was the ultimate limit that Izzie could've taken it too. Mallory stared at Denny and then looked at George, pissed that he had let it get this far. But George only looked lost, the panic fading.
