The Night Shift One-Shots

This wasn't your fault - Part 2

Kenny administered the drugs and -nothing happened. 

TC continued CPR for a further ten minutes. 

Drew had to physically drag him off Olivia's lifeless for so he could call it.

"Time of death, eleven thirtee - Wait, what?" 

Drew looked at the monitors incredulously as her heart rate suddenly kicked in. "Son of a bitch," he swore quietly as TC and Jordan both rushed to her sides.

"To the OR, now!" Jordan yelled, running ahead of the gurney to open doors.

Two hours of surgery to repair the internal damage and the amputation of an unsavable arm later - the bullet in her shoulder and extended lack of oxygen to her blood had left it unviable for repair - Olivia was in recovery, Jordan sat by her side. It was another hour before she began to regain consciousness.

When the bundle of blankets next to her shifted, Jordan snapped from her guilt-induced stupor and was immediately alert. "Liv? Olivia, can you hear me, hon?"

"J?" The teenager groaned.

"Yeah, it's me, I'm right here, I'm going nowhere. How are you feeling?"

"Ow. That's how I'm feeling. My shoulder hurts so bad, what hap- Jordan where's my arm!" She was suddenly panicked, breathing quickly and trying to move her other arm - which currently had a multitude of needles in it - over to her right to feel where her arm should be,

"Liv, calm down for me, OK?" When a teary Olivia was back to breathing at a normal rate, Jordan carried on. "You died, Liv. For fifteen minutes. TC got you back, but the lack of oxygen meant we couldn't save your arm, it just wasn't a viable option."

"I want to work in paediatrics, with the amputee kids." She suddenly announced. Liv had always wanted to be a doctor, and up until now, she'd wanted to work in ER paeds, but apparently not anymore.

"You'll have to work hard then, get a prosthetic, work hard in school." Jordan went along, pushing more sedative into Liv's vain. "But right now, you need to sleep." She kissed Liv's forehead, then left when she was fully under.

TC was waiting for her when she got back to the ER, and she collapsed in tears into his arms. He picked her up bridal style and took her to the break room where he sat on the couch and cradled her in his lap as she cried.

"This is my fault. If I hadn't been so tough on her, given her some freedom, then maybe she wouldn't be in this position." She sobbed into TC's shirt; he just held her tighter.

"Shh, shh, shh now. This is not your fault. Not one single bit of it. It was her choice to walk out, and her choice to go to wherever she ended up." TC reassured her.

He knew life would never be the same for the three of them again. For a while at least they would be helping Liv adapt to the world as a teen with one arm, then it would be helping her through med school.

Life would fall into a rhythm, no matter how disjointed it would be, but TC knew one thing that she would probably never accept.

This was not her fault.