Avery's Anatomy

Forty one

In hospitals they say you know. You know when you're going to die.

Bailey is standing in her patient room looking despondent

Some doctors say it's a look patients get in their eyes.

Bailey is doubled over in pain over her bed

Some say there's a scent. The smell of death. Something. There's just some kind of sixth sense. When the great beyond is heading for you. You feel it coming.

Charlie stood in the vacant operating room, hands on her hips and eyes shut, attempting to sort through her chaotic thoughts; all that occupied her mind was the fear of failure.

Failure.

Ending Tucker's life.

Being the one in front of the woman who had dismantled her defenses and nestled into her heart, only to look down and inform her that Tucker, her spouse, had passed away.

"Doctor?"

Charlie felt the breath leave her lungs, aware that a panic attack was imminent.

"Dr. Avery..."

Five things, Charlie.

A hand reached out and grazed her shoulder, causing the neurosurgeon to flinch.

She turned to see her favorite nurse, "Emma."

Emma offered a reassuring smile, "We need to leave."

Charlie nodded once, then again, her gaze drifting back to the empty operating room and the silver table that had once held a patient.

"We should," she repeated, yet her feet remained stuck, "You know, even after successfully performing this surgery and knowing Tucker is recovering just downstairs, I still feel like the worst is yet to come..."

"Maybe it's because the first twenty-four hours are critical for a brain injury?" Emma suggested.

Charlie shook her head, "No, that's not it. There's something else in the air... something more." She turned to Emma, "Back when I was an intern, we had this massive pileup, a flood of injuries pouring through the emergency room. There was this sensation I couldn't quite grasp, but it felt chilling and awful, like being abandoned on a frigid winter day..."

Emma swallowed hard, "What... what was it?"

Charlie forced a smile, but it lacked joy; instead, it was tinged with sorrow. "Then it hit me where I had felt it before..." She shook her head and began to walk away, "And right now, I'm experiencing that same feeling, and I don't like it." She shut her eyes and breathed out, "Not at all.

Whatever it is, it's creepy.
Because if you know. What do you do about? Forget about the fact you're scared out of your mind.
If you knew this was your last day on Earth, how would you want to spend it?

Meredith lingered next to Mr. Carlson, endlessly replaying the incident in her mind, again and again, until she felt as if the walls were beginning to suffocate her.

Hallway

Richard was on the phone, whispering sharply while the other interns observed, attempting to piece together what had transpired.

George anxiously chewed on his thumb, futilely trying to decipher the Chief's lips.

"What's happening?" Alex inquired as he approached George, with a somewhat disheveled Izzie trailing behind him.