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'Can someone please page Bailey in?',
I asked as I quickly began to feel very sick during an operation, everyone looked at me quite concerned,
'I need someone to take my mask off',
I said somewhat calmly, I shook my head as no one did,
'take it off now',
I said extremely demandingly as I knew I was about to vomit, I moved backwards from my patient and someone took my mask off. I threw up partially on the floor and partially in the trash can in the room, I heard Bailey walk into the scrub room,
'what on gods green earth is going on?!',
Bailey yelled, I shook my head at here not being able to find the words to talk about what was going on,
'uh-uh can somebody get Dr Y/l/n out of here; I'll take over the surgery and uh get someone to examine her,
Bailey said stuttering over her words. I shook my head at her,
'I'm fine!',
I essentially yelled back at her. I went to stand up straight up and get back to my surgery when the door to the OR opened, Jackson quickly walked in,
'I'll handle it',
Jackson said assuring Bailey, I looked up at him confused when I felt his hand pick me up and chuck me over his shoulder,
'j-Jackson',
I stuttered out as I felt the blood rush to my head from being somewhat upside down. Jackson quickly took me out of the OR, one of Jackson's hands rested in my hip to keep me stable. Jackson was able to feel something in my pocket, he quickly took it out of pocket realising that it was a bottle of pills. Jackson laid me down on a bed in a free exam room,
'y/n how many of these did you take?',
Jackson asked me showing me the bottle. I slowly began to shake my head at him, I groaned again as more pain began to wave over me,
'y/n, baby you need to tell me how many you've taken?',
Jackson asked me, I slowly nodded my head at him before weakly lifting my arm up holding up four fingers,
