Lexie Grey Her Life Story

Chapter 2

We got to the hospital a few minutes later. The nurses hurried us in because they said my dad's condition was critical.

I wanted to know why they couldn't do anything better to help him.

We walked in and I almost cried right then and there. My step mom burst into tears.

My dad lie there. His face streaked in cuts, blood, and bruises. He had a tube in his throat. The nurses told us that was how he was breathing.

There were towels covering his legs. They looked blood soaked. There were paddles and other revival equipment next to him.

"I have to stay with him, just for now, just in case." The nurse told us.

My mom sat down and started sobbing. I walked up to his bed and touched his cheek with my hand.

I'm sorry, Daddy. For everything... Especially the wish.

A tear rolled down my cheek, landing in one of his bloody cuts.

Just then, his machine started beeping frantically. My step mom quickly looked up, tears streaking her face.

60. 40. 27. 15. 7. 0.

"Code blue." screeched the alarms.

A doctor and a few nurses came running in a few seconds later, pushing past me.

"Starting compressions." The doctor yelled. Then he started pumping his chest.

"There's no rhythm, doctor." The nurse said. "What do you want to do?"

"Charge paddles to 150!" He yelled.

My step mom started crying hysterically. I stood there, as everything passed in slow motion.

I saw memories of me and my dad at my 6th birthday. My 10th Christmas. The wild New Years party 3 short years ago. And finally, the promise ring he gave me just a few hours before now.

"Clear!" I heard, distorted, through all of the memories.

I snapped back to reality when I heard the paddles thump my dad's chest.

"Still flat line." Said the nurse.

"Charge 250!" Yelled the doctor.

"Clear!" He yelled again.

He shocked my dad multiple more times.

"Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeep!" Screeched the monitors.

The doctors set the paddles down in defeat and turned off the monitors.

"Doctor?" The nurse asked.

"Time of death," He said, looking at the clock, "15:38."

He snapped his gloves off.

My step mom screamed and started hyperventilating. The nurse helped her calm down.

The doctor came over to us. I stood up.

"What... what happened?" I asked him. "Why couldn't you save him??" I asked demandingly.

"We tried out best and used every possible resource we had to try and revive your father. The crash was simply too much stress on both his body and his heart for him to have come back from flatlining. I'm so sorry for your loss." He said.

My step mom started hyperventilating again. I stood there stunned.

It was silent for about 10 seconds. I broke it.

"Well... I want to thank you for trying you best to save my father doctor..."

"Webber." He said. "Dr. Richard Webber."

"Thank you Doctor Webber. I'm sure my step mom would say the same if she could..." I choked up.

And he left us alone. My step mom hyperventilating. My dad's dead body in he hospital bed. Me, in the chair with my thoughts.

I need to know more. I need to know why they couldn't save him. I won't be able to live without knowing that.

I walked out of the hospital that day, with the thought of that my father is dead. But also a promise I made to myself. I need to know why my dad couldn't survive. I needed to literally see it happen. I needed to go into med school, so become an intern, to become a resident, to become and attending and a fellow, to be a doctor.