The Back- Up Plan (Harry Styles) Book 3~

Chapter 3- Kennedy

Quote: "My thoughts are stars I cannot fathom into constellations" ~John Green

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I got back to work around 5:45 and walked in and to a frenzy in the ER room. I ran to the locker rooms to get changed into my scrubs. I re-tied my hair up and grabbed my pager and hung it around my neck with the lanyard and walked out.

“Dr. Kennedy” I heard my name being yelled. I turned around to see a nurse running toward me “You have a patient in the OR”

I nodded and headed off that way. My patient today was a young girl about the age of 10 and she had crack in her skull and blood was running everywhere. Her arm then was bent at an awkward position and she had a large gash running down her left calf.

“I need a neurosurgeon in here now!” I yelled “Get me Dr. Shepherd” I scowled. The ER nurse scampered off.

“Vitals” I asked as I had my operating scrubs put on along with my mask and gloves.

“Heart rate- 50 and dropping; blood pressure 50 over 100 and going down; Dr. Young- she’s dying” I heard James tell me.

“Not on my watch” I scowled “I need to get her arm back into anatomical position. Where’s Dr. Sara? And what happened to Dr. Cristina and Dr. Shepherd?”

I closed up the gash in her left calf and worked on her throat which was all bent out of shape. 30 minutes of yelling and closing up wounds, I had Dr. Shepherd and Dr. Sara come in and fix the rest of the young girl up. It turns she fell off of her roof and cracked her skull, and now she has minor brain damage. If it wasn’t for a lot of things that happened in the OR then she wouldn’t be alive.

I went out and talked to the parents of the young girl. Her name was Cassidy John and she was just as I suspected 10 years old.

“Hi, I’m Dr. Young” I told the parents of the young girl. The mom was in hysterics and the husband had this blank look on his face.

“I performed surgery on your little girl” I said and they hugged me.

“Is she going to be ok?” they asked and I looked at them with sad eyes.

“The surgeons in the operating room are doing what they can on your daughter. Apparently she fell off your roof?” I cautiously said and they nodded.

I then heard a bunch of angry and frantic yells coming from the OR and I excused myself to go and see what was going on. I heard the faint line of the heart monitor and I knew what had happened

She was dead.

I looked at the young girl lying in front of the surgeon and the nurses. This was the first death I’ve ever seen in the OR since I started working here. I didn’t know what to do. It was all my fault. Maybe if I’ve done something to help her live or….

I felt Dr. Sara hug me as I stared at the limp body in front of me and the flat line of the monitor.

I wanted to cry, but I couldn’t. I got out of her embrace and she looked at me as I looked at her parents and I knew what I had to do.

I walked out and fixed myself as I walked over to her parents.

“What happened?” asked the dad.

“She… uh…” I was trying to find the right words to say. At the age of 19 you don’t know how to tell someone that their kid just died.

“I’m sorry, but she didn’t make it” I said sadly and the mom started wailing and sobbing and I didn’t know what to say or do. Then out of the blue, they both hugged me and I hugged them back.