The Elements

The Awakening

Becca's POV

Laying in her hospital bed, i didn't know what to do.

I'm a murderer. I... Killed...

My best friend.

The computer indicated that her heartbeat had stopped.

That cord i had cut....

What was i even THINKING?! How did i trust myself to even know what to cut and what not to cut? How did i think i, without any sort of training (except maybe red cross), REAL training, could save my best friend?

I clearly had lost it.

A man with authority (or that's what he looked like anyways), calmly entered the room, scanning his surroundings. He was wearing a black suit accompanied by a black tie. His face seemed troubled.

" Who was in charge of this operation?" his authoritative voice boomed, bouncing off the walls.

No one dared to speak. Hearing such a voice, i wasn't surprised.

"It.. was my fault," These surgeons were not to take the blame, because clearly, this wasn't their fault.

The man turned to me.

His cold stare made me very uncomfortable.

"Why is there an unauthorized young lady in a surgery room?" Mr. Grumpy said.

Silence.

He grumbled. "Why is no one answering me? David, answer me. Why is there an unauthorized young lady in this very surgery room?"

The surgeon, whose name seems to be David, looked like he was zapped out of his trance.

"S-Sir.. W-we..I-I wasn't t-the one who allowed h-her to enter." he rushed it out knowing his career was on the line.

Mr. Grumpy now appeared to be grumpier than before.

"Well then! Who permitted her in?"

Again, no answer.

I took a sideways glance at Viv. If she were here, she would work out a plan within seconds and have them escape so quick they wouldn't have known what happened.

Mr. Grumpy sighed. "if no one answers, I'll just have to fire you all."

I felt like i was being stabbed by daggers from the surgeons' death glares. And that gave me pressure. Pressure on Becca means danger. And Becca danger means hell was about to break loose.

"Mr. Grum-" i caught myself in time, "Sir, these matters can be discussed later. Excuse me, but you are a man of high authority in this compound, yes? I assume you too have an surgeons degree from a expensive and popular medical school? That you are good in conducting surgeries?"

That got his full attention. "Who are you to question my authority? You little piece of-"

"Sir, i wasn't questioning your authority, i was simply implying if you knew how to save my friend. That- on the surgery bed there -" i glanced over to viv and choked back a sob, "-is my best friend. She was dying. No one knew what to do. It was something that had never happened before. I butt in to help, as i thought i could, since i read a lot about protocol 492,and -"

"Protocol 492? How do you know about that?" he seemed surprised.

" i just do. I like biology. As i was saying, could you help her?"

He shooed the other surgeons out the room. He wore the safety precautions and started to work.

He muttered protocol 492 and high ranked surgeon or final test throughout the surgery, and i looked at him in praise.

His hands moved quick, cutting this and that, carefully removing things, injecting things, the usual surgery stuff.

After a while, he was finished. His facial expression was a bit worried, but mostly satisfied.

I don't know about you, but personally, i expected some sort of huge change.

I checked the heart rate monitor. It was still locked in a line.

"Uh.. Doc.. Is she gonna be fine?"

"Between you and me kid, i dunno. After going through the proceedures, she should be fine within minutes. But uh, kid, just tell me, how did you know about this protocol?"

"i.. Facebook-k"

"Out of all things, Facebook." He heaved a sigh. "Where on Facebook? Was the page popular? Or was the person popular?"

"um.. No.. It was this medical page which no one was interested in. I was though. It was about biology. And i read about it there."

He looked relieved. "Not popular? That's good. I'll have to find the site and terminate it."

It really was just a site, so i didn't really care.

"Uh, kid, listen. You saw nothing today. The surgeon who helped your friend? That wasn't me. I wasn't here. Deal?"

I didn't see why he wouldn't want the glory, but i answered, "Deal."

"Good." he left the room without another word.

Just then, the heart beat monitor started beeping again.

"uurrrghhh..."