bleeding tears

Emergency

Chloe's POV:

"Doctor Beale, ER 1", a voice echoed through the halls of Grey-Sloan Memorial hospital. "I'm on my way", I shouted and rushed to the emergency room. In my job every second counts. It's about pain and recovery. It's about life and death.
When I entered the room I saw a young woman lying there, about 25 years old. Five of my colleagues were already examining her. All at the same time. Doctor Meredith Grey, head of general surgery, checked her lungs and her breathing, a resident was checking her temperature, Doctor Jackson Avery, head of plastic surgery, was taking a look at the open wounds on her body, Doctor Calliope Torres, head of orthopedics, examined the fracture on her left arm and Doctor Owen Hunt, head of trauma, tried to establish vascular access.
The patient was unconscious and the steady beeping of the monitor started turning into a fast irregular one. I reacted and started giving cardiac massage in order to get the steady rhythm of her heart back. A loud, high pitched sound filled the room and the line on the monitor went flat. "Defibrillator! Instantly!", I yelled, still not stopping the massage. The nurse handed me the defibrillator and I placed it on the patient's chest. "Charge to 100", I ordered. A few seconds later I felt the shock as it pushed me back slightly. Still nothing. "Charge to 150", I said. No reaction.     
I nodded: "Charge to 350." Her whole body moved as the shock ran through.

Finally I noticed little waves, indicating a heartbeat, on the monitor. "There", I pointed at the display. The sounds became steady, "we have a heartbeat". I took the opportunity and checked her heart with my stethoscope, since I was head of cardiac surgery. I noticed how much strength the woman's heart needed for every single beat. It was completely weak. "We have to get her in the OR", Hunt marked, "I suspect internal bleeding". "Something's not okay with her heart either , I can't tell exactly what it is from the outside", I added, being unusually worried. "Let's hurry up", Doctor Avery agreed.

While me and the other doctors got sterile, the nurses prepped the patient. "Do you know what happened to her, Meredith?", I asked, looking at the motionless body on the operating table through the glass which separated us from the OR. "I'm not quite sure but I think Owen said it was a motorcycle accident" , the experienced doctor and good friend of mine, answered. I let out a sigh. "Sometimes I'm asking myself why I decided to become a doctor. Yes I always wanted to do something good. I love helping and saving people. I love the adrenaline kick during operations. I love cooperating with other doctors...but I hate seeing people suffer, even if they only got bitten by a mosquito. When I was little my biggest fear were hospitals and I'm so bad at explaining bad news because I always have to keep my shit together so I won't start crying myself. Still I became adoctor...", I noted turning my head to Meredith. She raised one of her eyebrows and put on her 'are-you-done?' face. She cleared her throat and responded harshly: "You have to take the whole package and not just the good parts." Then she walked away, right into the OR. I knew she didn't mean it bad even if it sounded like that, but that's just her humor. A smile formed on my lips, because as always she was absolutely right.

I followed her into the OR where all the others were already waiting. We put the woman under anesthesia and opened her up. I took a closer look at her heart. "Shit",I mumbled. The heart she was carrying in her body was completely damaged. The muscle has got too weak to pump enough blood through her body. This wasn't caused by the accident. Heart failure can have many causes. It must have been a problem for quite some time because it was 4th stage already. There was nothing I could do. This girl needed a new heart. As soon as possible...