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“You need a change of clothes. You can’t stay in those scrubs,” Jackson said.
I heard the voices of a couple of nurses outside the door.
“They’re bringing him up in a few minutes. He’s going to room 2512,” one of the nurses spoke.
Jackson walked over and closed the door.
“Is it him?” I asked in an angry tone.
“Yeah, bro.”
“Like I said. Thank you for being here, but I want to be alone with her.”
“If you need anything at all, you better call us,” Stefan said.
“I will.” I stood from the chair and hugged him.
After hugging my brothers and cousins goodbye, I heard wheels coming down the hallway. Walking to the door, I stood there and stared at the boy who had caused all of this. His parents followed behind, crying, shattered, and torn apart, just as I was. I wanted to say something. I wanted to scold them and scream at them. I wanted to ask them what kind of parents they were, but I didn’t have the energy tonight. I’d save it for another day.
I walked over to the chair and laid my head down on Charlotte’s arm as I held her hand in mine for a while.
“Fuck it,” I said as I stood up and walked out of the room and into room 2512.
I stood there and stared at him as the soft beeps of the machine drowned out every other noise around. My heart raced as anger stirred inside me.
“Dr. Kind, you shouldn’t be in here,” Catherine, one of the nurses, spoke.
“Excuse me, Dr—I’m sorry, which doctor are you?” the boy’s father asked as he and his wife walked into the room.
“My fiancée is two rooms down fighting for her life because of what your son did.” I clenched my fist.
“I’m so sorry,” the mother said, tears streaming down her face.
“You’re sorry?” I spoke through gritted teeth. “She may never wake up. And if she does, we have no idea what kind of state she’ll be in.” I shouted.
“Dr. Kind,” Catherine spoke. “Please.”
I shook my head, and as I turned to walk out of the room, the erratic sounds of the machine stopped me.
“He’s coding!” Catherine shouted.
I clenched my fist and inhaled a sharp breath as I remembered my oath as a doctor.
“No,” the boy’s mother screamed.
“Get them out of here!” I shouted to another nurse that ran into the room. “We need a crash cart in here!”
I began doing chest compressions. “Push the atropine now,” I said as I stared at the monitor. “Come on. You’re not getting off that easy. Another dose of atropine.” I continued doing chest compressions, and suddenly, the beeping sounds of the machine were back.
“He has a pulse, Dr. Kind.” Catherine looked at me.
“Page his doctor,” I said as I walked out of the room.
I sat in the chair, grabbed Charlotte’s hand, and softly ran my thumb over her ring.
“I saved the boy who hit you, babe. I didn’t want to. I wanted him to die for what he did to you.” A tear fell from my eye.
“Conner?” I heard Christian’s voice.
