Code Blue

~ Chapter 71 ~

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Chapter 71
Friday December 8th
Harry's POV

"It's being wasted at this point Evans"

"She's not going to make it!"

"It's over"

"Call it Evans"

"She's dead"

"Fuck!" I shouted, slamming the heavy door of my office closed. It prompted a loud sound, jolting me to the side at how abruptly I flung it shut, but it didn't matter. I just needed to get away, to be alone, and I needed it as soon as possible.

The moment that I left that gallery, I was on a direct pathway to my office. I couldn't stand in there any longer, despite the urge I had to be there for Mallory. It was all getting too overwhelming, and I couldn't contain my emotions anymore. I felt like I needed to scream, and I couldn't deal with the burning reality of what was happening with so many eyes on me. I tried to keep it together for as long as I possibly could, so that I could support her and watch her make it off that table, but everybody has a breaking point.

I dashed out of there before I could even learn what they were going to do, but I knew that I was not going to bear witness to Max calling it quits. Dr. Brenner was in there relentlessly pressing for him to stop the surgery and call a time of death, and I was disgusted by it. I didn't know what kind of doctor or person he thought he was behaving like this, but I couldn't listen to it anymore. It was making me sick. He was reducing her down like she was any other average patient on that table, but Mallory wasn't average.

She was far from it.

The last thing I saw was Max starting to step away from the table, his hands stopping CPR on my sunrise. I knew that he asked me for an idea, but a bad feeling in my stomach had me thinking he wasn't going to do it. He said himself that it was a risk, and he's never performed the procedure before. Max was a good surgeon, but that operating room is pressurizing, and he knew he had the weight of the world on his shoulders right now. Maybe Dr. Brenner got in his head, after all, he shared his opinion that it was hopeless long before I claimed the opposite. I didn't want to think Max would just give up on her, but he backed away from the table, admitting defeat, and I wasn't going to stick around long enough to hear him declare a time of death.

I would rather hear nothing ever again.

I stormed out of there and raced up the stairwell, my feet moving up each step as quickly as my legs would take me. I didn't let anything get in my way as I moved down the familiar path to my office, not even stopping when I reached the pediatric ward. With a vengeful look on my face, I passed by my nurses who were questioning me about where I was, and parents who were trying to ask me something about their child. None of that was my concern right now, and I couldn't stop and chat when I knew that the second I opened my mouth, my voice would likely crack.

All that was in my head the entire time I was running up here was the heinous words that Dr. Brenner spewed towards the 'end' of surgery. Despite not wanting to, I kept repeating them to myself, and I was scared that I'd start to believe them if I couldn't stop. I could just see his far away expression as he barely even looked at her, not willing to see the life, the person that he was giving up on. He decided her fate before she was even fully gone, and I didn't know how he could live with himself for that. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if she doesn't make it, and I tried everything I could.

My feet stopped me in the center of my office, remembering the times that Mallory joined me in here. I was standing in the very spot we laid together just last night, and I didn't understand how something could change so fast. Well, I did. I'm a doctor and I see it happen all of the time. People are always questioning me how something like this could happen or how their child got worse overnight, and sometimes I ask the same about Stevie.