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Flight

Locking the double doors behind me, I switch on the lights in the room. Revealing 4 stations of metal tables, and one cadaver of a replica similar to the twins at Boise in the center of the room.

I had asked Owen for the day off to concentrate on the twin's surgery, since the rest of the doctors had already started with the other procedures. And he was more focused about the Residents exam scores.

The lights above me dimmed for a while, until the backup generator started and the lights then reflected on the metal tables. A white board was in the front of the room, while a row of computers were along the wall.

Rolling a cart over to my table, I separated the tools that I would most likely use on a day-to-day basis, from the other emergency tools, that I would use in case of an emergency.

Tying the arms and legs with string, they each pointed to the corners on the table, giving me full access to the skin that is joining both babies together.

Scalpel in hand, I hold down the cadaver, where both spines were intertwined underneath the skin. Using clamps, I had an easier time taking the spines apart and carefully setting them in the separate babies. 

Continuing to cut through the joined backs, I clamp the arteries and major veins as I keep cutting through the skin until I reach the metal table underneath.

Taking only one cadaver at a time, I focus my attention on making sure that their vitals are all attached to each other before I release the clamps and let the artificial blood flow through their bodies.

Setting my tools down, I write on the journal next to me. Detailing every step that I do, in a way that the other doctors would be able to understand when we arrive at Boise.

"Elena?" I hear from the other side of the door.

"Elena, it's Jackson." He says.

Picking up the pen from touching the paper, I hesitantly look up from the journal to the locked double doors behind me.

"I'm working, Avery." Hearing those words come out of my mouth, they felt foul. Like they were offensive for anyone to hear.

"I need to speak to you about the trip to Boise." He says, as his shadow is visible from the other side.

Walking to the door, I hold onto the lock, thinking about turning it.

"Dr. Shepherd."

Turning the lock, I creak the door open enough for him to walk inside.

"What is it?" I whisper.

"Sloan...wanted me to give this to you. It's his plans for the conjoined twins, he wants your input."

Grabbing the folder, I turn the pages as if I'm looking through a magazine.

"I'll meet with him after the conference, later this afternoon."

Ignoring his green eyes staring down at me, I walk back to my cadaver.

"I'll tell him.."

"Oh, and Jackson," I say.

"..Yeah?"

"Lock the door behind you, will ya?"

"Of course.." He whispers.

Waiting to hear his footsteps echo down the hall, I let out a gasp of air. 

Tilting my head down, I rest my fingers on my nose before massaging the tension on my forehead.

Jackson's POV

Releasing the door knob, I insert my keys, locking the door behind me.