CODING ━ grey's anatomy

chapter nine

"None of your business, is what it is," the girl in question snapped, not moving her gaze from the wall. Everyone raised their brows at her tone, until George graciously changed the subject.

"So, Meredith, you really broke up with Shepherd?"

"I feel empty."

"Two hours of vomiting will do that to you," Izzie joked.

"No, I feel empty."

"You're lucky," Cristina said. "I feel pissed off."

Cassie just kept staring at the wall, dreading the day ahead of her.

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Throughout the entire car ride to the hospital, Cassie barely said a word. Her fellow interns could tell something was bothering her, but decided not to question it; if her previous attitude was anything to go off of, it wasn't the day to piss her off.

The interns and Bailey were paged to the pit, for multiple traumas involving a car accident.

"Male, 55, victim of a head-on collision. GCS is 3. Depressed skull fracture. Multiple internal injuries. ACLS protocol started, but was vein blew so we've been pushing meds down the tube. PEA on arrival," the medic informed as he wheeled out a patient.

"How long has he been down?" Bailey asked.

"We've been doing CPR for about 20 minutes. It took fire 20 minutes to get him out of the car. He's pretty much gone."

"Uh, he's not gone until we say he's gone. He's coding. O'Malley, get him into a bay and save him," she ordered.

George furrowed his brows. "But he's dead."

"Did you not hear me? He's not dead until we say he's dead. You know what to do, so do it. Harper, Grey, you're on this too. Move."

Cassie followed the gurney into the trauma room, passing by George who stood there unmoving.

"But... he's dead."

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After attempting to save the patients life countless times with no change, Cassie was beginning to grow bored. She kept pushing, though, just in case a miracle were to happen.

"Harper, Grey," Bailey called, coming into the trauma room and seeing the procedure they're performing. "Oh, pericardiocentesis. Good. Any response?"

"Nope," Cassie shook her head sadly.

"Okay, uh, all right you guys can—"

"Should I call it?" George cut her off.

Bailey raised a brow. "What would you do next, O'Malley?"

"I would call it."

"To save him."

"Oh, uh, I don't know," he shrugged helplessly.

"A pericardial window," Cassie answered.

"Excellent. Do it," Bailey nodded.