Combeferre was hitting his last hour of work at the hospital. He never got many of these, which was sometimes a good thing meaning he still had time to go home and catch up on some sleep, but every once in awhile, a twenty four hour shift or longer would come up and he’d push through it. This week however was an exception, and not of a good one. From a pile up car accident one day, to more then a few kids and teens having severe allergic reactions, to losing one of their oldest patients who was seriously sick, but was fighting back hard until he lost. Pull sixteen to twenty four hour shifts, Combeferre found himself running back and forth, from the ER to the OR, and sleeping in the linen rooms when he could.
He had been standing a the nurses station, his eyes burning as he squinted, trying to make out his own writing before pulling off his glasses and rubbing his eyes. He clenched his jaw, trying to fight back another yawn but failed as he let it out, hearing a soft chuckle from the desk. “You need a good amounts of sleep when you’re finally done here, sir.” One of the nurses said and Combeferre could only give a small smile. “You sound like my friends.” He said simply, his mind knowing that Enjolras and Grantaire were worried sick about him, especially with the way he’d been acting the last few days. It was nothing on them, but as much as he told them, he knew they wouldn’t go for it.
“Well your friends are smart ones.” The nurse said, giving him another smile and walked passed him, patting him on the shoulder. “You should listen to them.” She said before walking off. Ferre nodded at her before rubbing a hand down this face and putting his glasses back on and trying to focus on the charts in front of him. His next patient was a teen, in the midst of battling a tumor, and so far the results were on the good side. Taking a deep breathe, Ferre closed the chart and walked down the hall towards the patients room.
He was almost halfway there when an alarm went off, Ferre’s ears pricking up hearing the nurses yell out ‘Code Blue!’. Following them, he ran to the room where it was his next patient, seeing her seizing in her bed as nurses tried to hold her down through it all. Commotion went through the room, Ferre working as quick as he could, until her body lay still, the sound of a high toned beep filling the room before shouts and commands echoed off the wall from everyone. Putting his hands on the patients chest, he started resuscitation's, counting as he looked down at her motionless body, only moving by his movements. Sweat dripped down his forehead as he counted, before pulling his hands away, the nurse yelling out ‘Clear!’ then continuing. A few minutes passed, which seemed like hours to Combeferre before one of the nurses pulled him back forcefully stumbling as he stepped back. Silence filled the room, except the sound of the machines as he looked up at the clock and announced it.
He stayed in the room momentarily, his body shaking as emotions rolled through him and he turned around, walking away quickly. Keeping his face down, he went to the nearest closet, leaning against the wall. He swallowed the lump in his throat, trying to keep himself in check but that was no match as tears flowed down his face. Sliding down the wall, he buried his face into his knees and arms, shoulders shaking as sobs racked through him. This was one part of his job he hated the most, especially when it came to the kids. Moments passed, until Combeferre felt numb and stood up. He wiped his face, took a deep shaky breathe before opening the door and stepping outside. A couple nurses who were in the same room, gave him a small smile before putting their heads down and continued their work.
Looking around, he walked silently to the nurses station again, knowing that even through this hard time, he had to continue to his next patient. Taking the folder, Combeferre opened it and started to walk once more, trying to push past the thought of losing a patient on his watch and focus on the reading. His eyes scanned over the chart, furrowing his brows as he tried to make the words clear to him. Squinting his eyes, he opened them again knowing that right then it was a bad idea. The folder spun, and as Combeferre looked up, the room spun along with it. Stepping as he reached out, he felt himself stumble and fall, some shouts being heard in the distance before everything turned black.
