bleeding tears

The end?

Chloe's POV:

I got dressed, grabbed my keys and hopped into my car. I wanted to start the engine but it didn't work.

"Damn it!", I yelled and hit the steering wheel, "why now!??"

I got out and opened the engine hood.
Steam was rising up.
"Screw it", I said, smashed down the hood and pulled the keys out of my car.
I went around the corner of my house and searched for my bike.

2 minutes later I was on my way. I biked as fast as I could, my headache was forgotten.

15 minutes later I arrived at Grey-Sloan Memorial hospital and rushed through the door, up to the second floor.
"I'm here, I'm here", I shouted as I approached Beca's room, seeing three doctors standing around her bed. "It's her heart, it's failing", Jackson declared. "Let me see", I said and squeezed me through between the men.

Beca's eyes were open, she was awake but she was sweaty and her facial expression was everything but healthy and strong.

"Hey", I whispered and tried to smile at her. The brunette tried to smile back. I examined her heart. It was beating slower than ever and I could hear Beca whimpering from pain.

"It's okay", I spoke softly, "breathe in and out."
"Could you guys please find a free OR?", I wanted to know from the others. They nodded and headed out. I was left with Beca.

"Ch..ch..l..oe", she managed to mumble. "You don't have to talk", I told her as I tucked a strand  of hair behind her ear. I sat down next to her and stroked her cheek. With my sleeve I carefully dabbed the drops of sweat from her forehead.

"It...it's the end...", the weak girl phrased in a low voice.  A tear rolled down my red cheek. "No...it's not", I made clear and wiped my watery eyes. "I will help you okay? I can give you and your heart some more time okay?", I promised her and I felt my voice cracking.
"Th...thank...y...you..for...eve..every...thing",
Beca brought out and our eyes met.

Hers were full of pain.

Before I could answer I heard someone's voice yelling that the OR was ready. "Don't you give up okay?", I said in a serious voice while I was rolling her bed. "I...I'm...sorry", escaped her mouth and her eyes shut.

"I know you can do it", I pointed out to her and tried to hold back my tears.

I sped up. "Move!", I screamed through the hallway, making my way to the operating room.

There wasn't time to get sterile. So when we got there, I moved her over to the operating table with the help of Doctor Hunt and Doctor Avery and opened her up. With the assistance of the these two,  I placed a pacemaker into her chest. I hadn't done that from the beginning on because I wanted to have that as a last option, to make time.

"Please work", I muttered to myself as I closed her chest again.
"Done?", Owen asked.
"Yes, we'll see if it will give her a little more time until a right donor is found", I explained
Now there was nothing else to do than wait.
It was torture.
I prayed to god for her to wake up again.
But the day passed and no reaction of her's to be seen.

What if she wasn't going wake up? She has become so important to me. I needed her jokes to get me through the day and her smile to make bad times okay again...