Between Me & You - n.r.

Epilogue: Part 2

Hailee's POV

"Nick?", I said. I haven't been this surprised in years. Actually, I don't think I've ever been this surprised. "What are you doing here?"

Nick held up his arm. "This", he said gesturing to the gash in his left arm. 

"Right", I said. "Let me see it."

He held out his arm to me and I examined the deep wound. 

"Not as bad as a gunshot wound right?", he said.

I smirked. "No, not as bad. But you do need sutures."

"Sutures?"

"Stitches."

"Look at you", he said as he sat back on the examination table. "You really did it."

"Did what?"

"You became the doctor you were destined to be."

"Destined to be? I don't think so..."

"I always did."

He looked at me with such intensity that I had to look away. "Well, I should probably fix that", I said, referring to his injury.

He nodded and I sat down and started to clean the area on his arm that I would be working on. Just then, a scream rang through the hospital. 

"Help!", someone yelled. 

I stood up quickly and ripped the curtain aside. Dr. Evans was running to the aid of someone in a nearby hospital bed.

 I watched my intern look at the monitor. He froze. The patient was flat lining. 

"Code blue!", he finally yelled. 

"Crap", I muttered. I rushed to the scene. 

"Don't just stand there Evans! Get a crash cart!", I yelled as I checked the patient. 

"He needs to be intubated", I muttered. I hastily took a tube and sidestepped around the nurses to get the patient's head. Opening his mouth, I eased the tube down his throat to help him breathe.

"Here's the crash cart", Evans said. 

"What happened?", I asked as Evans prepped the crash cart. 

"I don't know, he just coded."

"For the record, now would have been a good time to page me", I said sternly. He nodded sheepishly.

"His heart stopped. I need paddles!", I yelled. A nurse handed them to me and charged them to 100. "Clear!", I yelled. Everyone stepped away while I shocked both sides of the patient's chest.

Everyone was silent while we watched the monitor to see if the heartbeat would change. It didn't. 

"Charge to 200", I said. The nurse obliged and I shocked the patient again. Still nothing. 

"Dr. Martin, it's over", Evans said. "He's dead."

"It's not over until I say it's over. Now charge to 300", I replied. The nurse charged the paddles reluctantly. "Clear!", I yelled and I shocked for a third time. 

The seconds passed as we all watched the monitor closely. Finally a faint beep and rise on the heartbeat line told me that we had started the patient's heart again. 

I sighed in relief and put the paddles back on the cart. "Good job everyone. Evans, paperwork is all yours."

The intern walked away disappointed, ready to begin his large amount of paperwork.