Down by the Bay | Meredith (Open)
I pull out my flashlight, shinning it in her eyes. They respond to the stimulus which is a good sign. “Nicole, you where in a horrible accident, but we’re going to take good care of you” I tell her, even though she’s unconscious. “My name’s Derek and I’ve got a whole group of people helping you stay alive.” “Where’s that CT?” I shout, turning around.
“Here it is!” I hear an intern shout from behind me as she rushes into the room. She shoves the scans in Derek’s hands meanwhile I’m shouting out orders to everyone else in the room. I see Nicole start to panic and I run over to her side taking her uninjured hand into mine. I look her into the eyes, “Nicole, you’re going to be just fine. You’re in really good hands. Dr. Shepherd–Derek, he’s the best around. We’re going to get you through this.” When she slowly closes her eyes, I think she’s finally relaxing but when my ears fill up with the sounds of the machines I know that’s not true. I call out, “We’re losing her!”
I look at the CT and mumble “Crap” “We need to get her to an…” she’s starts to code. “Paddles! She in full cardiac arrest Charge to 300!” I shout. “Clear!” I shock her but nothing happens. “Charging to 350! Clear!” I call again before shocking her. Slowing her heart rate begins to stabilize. “We heading to the OR, NOW!” I say. “Before she arrests again, we need to get this bleed!”
He gets her heart beating again and the panic in my chest subsides just a tad. Everyone is running around the room trying to get her ready to move, “Call the OR and let them know we’re on the way!” Once she’s prepped enough, we go ahead and start moving her, “Let’s go! Go, go, go!” Out in the hallway I’m yelling as we run through the halls, “Out the way! Move people! Someone run ahead and get the elevator!” We get to the elevator with perfect timing and I yell noticing it get a little crowded, “Those who don’t fit take the stairs!”
After careful and quick maneuvering, where able the get her out of the trauma bay and into the elevator. Her heart rate is stable, but just barely. “Call down to the lab! Tell them we need four units of O Neg, STAT!” I shout, right before the door closes. In a matter of less than I minute, we’ve arrived at the OR floor and are scattering out of the elevator. The nurses rush her into the OR and I know they will do their best to keep her stable while Meredith and I are taking the required time to scrub in. “Well,” I say, turning on the faucet and lathering my hands, “It’s a beautiful day to save lives. Let’s get to work.”
