bleeding tears

Blue eyes

Chloe's POV:

When the internal bleeding was stopped and everything that needed to be done was done, we closed her and let her bring to a room, where she'd hopefully wake up soon.

"Hey Callie, is her arm gonna be okay again?", I wanted to know and tucked the lose strand of  hair behind my right ear. "I'm convinced her broken arm is the least problem", the black-haired woman declared. "Yes, I know but it's going to heal properly right?", I didn't even know why I cared so much about this young woman being okay. I mean it's my job of course but as a doctor I should always have an appropriate distance towards patients so I won't get affected by anything they do or prefer one over the other one. "Chloe...her arm is going to be alright, but what's a healthy, stable arm good for when your heart is failing?", she summarized the situation with sad eyes. I looked at her before I turned around and walked away.

I was making my way through the hospital, checking up on my other patients when my girlfriend bumped into me. Arizona Robbins, blonde hair, blue eyes, head of pediatric surgery and always in a good mood. "Oh hey", she squeaked with a bright smile on her face and pressed a soft kiss on my cheek. I smiled back weakly. "Is everything okay?" she asked as she realized something was clearly bothering me. "Everything is okay", I made sure and wanted to keep on walking in order to continue my check-ups. "Won't you give me a kiss?", she wondered and faked a sad face. I turned back and  kissed her. The kiss was emotionless and short. I just wasn't in the mood for any intimacy right now because my mind was all over the place  and not where it was supposed to be. Luckily Arizona didn't notice and was satisfied with the kiss as we both went on working .                                                                    

I passed the room of the young woman we had just operated. I played with the thought of checking if she was already waking up, even if I knew it was way too early for her to wake up and she was probably still asleep tightly.                                                                                         
The sound of my pager interrupted my train of thought. I looked at it. "OR 3". Immediately I made my way to where I was needed. "What is is?", I asked when I arrived in the operating room, completely out of breath. "I need your help, Dr. Beale", Doctor Derek Shepherd, Meredith's husband, Neurosurgery, made clear. "The guy's heart has stopped and we can't get it to work again. Can you try?", he begged with a desperate look on his face.
Shepherd was in the middle of removing the patient's brain tumor. "I can't really move my hands. If I do,I could damage something, which leads to brain bleed and within 5 seconds to death", Derek explained while keeping his hands still, which were holding the instruments sticking inside of the man's head, "so I need your help! Come on, Chloe! You are the best surgeon in this hospital and if anyone is specialist for making hearts beat again, it's you!"

The only "assistants" the surgeon had in this surgery were two residents in their first year who were standing next to the table, completely overwhelmed.
I tried everything in my power to make the patient's heart beat again. When I say everything I mean everything. For almost 45 minutes. Eventually I gave up. "It has no use. It won't start beating again. I guess he had a massive heart attack. He is gone", I mumbled and let go of his body. I checked the clock. "Time of death 17:34"  I announced loudly and closed my eyes for a second. "I'm sorry", I apologized before I left the OR.

A few hours later I was ready to go home. I changed my clothes into normal clothes and grabbed my handbag. At the same time Jackson burst into the room. "Our young lady's awake. Can you check up on her before you leave?", he asked politely, "I have to pick up my daughter and Grey,Hunt and Torres are gone already." I placed my hand on his shoulder. "Ofcourse, I will", I confirmed and smiled widely. "Thank you. You're a sweetheart", he said thankfully and in the next second he was gone again.

I decided to change back into my work clothes so I was sure to be taken seriously. 2 minutes later I knocked at the door of room 301,  and opened it afterwards.

There she was. Only now I noticed her chocolate brown hair. "Hello, I'm Doctor Beale, how are you feeling?", I greeted her and tried to sound as nice as possible. She frowned and slowly opened her eyes. They were blue, a deep blue. Like the depths of the ocean or the evening sky right before it gets dark. The woman breathed heavily."What happened?", she finally dared to ask, "where am I?"                                                                                            
Her voice was soft and sweet. It made me feel as if I could listen to it for hours without getting tired of it. "You're in hospital because you have had an accident with your motorcycle", I answered her question and examined her."Nobody has told me your name and I don't have your file with me so will you tell me?", I giggled and checked the infusions. "I'm Beca Mitchell", the patient revealed weakly...