After one of her friend's deaths, Madelyn Hayes will be faced with multiples challenges both in her personnal life and professional. How will she balance her professional life from her personnal one? Is she capable of facing the upcoming the trials...
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SEASON 6, EPISODE 1
"She's laughing."
Death. The permanent ending of vital processes in a cell or tissue. The state of being dead. The end of the life of a person. A person. A human being regarded as an individual. These definitions remind you that everything has its purpose and meaning. Everything is bound to end, one day. You just don't expect it when it does.
"It's George! John Doe is George!" Meredith shouted.
Her voice echoes in my mind even several hours after she announced it. My heart skipped a bit, my hands shook, my palms were sweating, I attempted to step forward but my legs failed to anchor me to the ground. I would've hit the ground if Derek hadn't caught me in time. I tried to speak but my voice wouldn't obey, my eyes welled up with tears, finally my brain shut off. Formatting any word or thought became impossible for me. My brain became void.
Derek made me sit, breathing became difficult and my head was spinning. He calmed me before everything went fast, they all left, probably to rush at his side but I couldn't move. Lexie and Mark found me, I explained the situation to the best of my ability. I had a lump in my throat that kept me from talking. Death. Such a funny word, except it's not...
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"I'm telling you, he squeezed my hand," I hear Meredith say to everyone standing in front of George's room in the ICU. They look panicked but they're scientists, they won't believe anything without proof.
"Shut it. You don't get to talk anymore, you don't get to talk ever again," Dr.Bailey says waving her hands around. She stares at him through the window making me glance at his deformed body. I am a doctor, I am used to seeing atrocities but for some reason looking at him now that I know he is George hits different. It changes everything, I gulp slowly stepping towards the group not acknowledging any of them.
"I could've sworn it was George," Meredith adds as she rolls her eyes. I don't spare any of them a glance and look at George's burned and bruised body through the window. It's hooked to machines, he's brain dead, they said. If only I knew, I could have prevented him from doing something so irrational, why? Why leave us? I wanted to ask him.
"Are you okay?" I hear Mark ask me. I don't react, simply staring at his body. "Madelyn." He calls while reaching for my tense shoulder, I flinch. I try to relax under his touch but it's as though I am on high alert. Everything is heightened and I can't seem to process anything that's happening.
"He has a freckle in his right hand, it's shaped like Texas. I used to tease him about it. I'll check." Callie breaks the silence, they shift their gaze from me to George. They weren't sure it was him, there was hope. No. Aristotle says: "Hope is a waking dream." Dreams don't come true, it's something we tell children to soothe them so that they may keep their innocence. Hope is bad. It tricks you into believing there's a chance even though it's not likely to. You consider that chance as this big thing when it's really benign. It is not even considered. Everyone watches as she enters the room and grabs his right hand. She looks down and for a second everything stops, I only focus on her forgetting about everyone around me. It is him. It's typical of humans to try and change reality due to its ugliness by clinging onto hope even though the facts are clear. But I know ugly. I, Madelyn Hayes, know ugly better than anyone.
