"No..no, no, no, no..." Sara screamed the same thing over and over as Matt feel from the creatures grasp, the movements occurring much to quickly as the world began to spin precariously around her. Nothing like death had ever crossed her mind and though Matthew had a few moments of life left in him, he was fading fast, the sound of his neck begin broken forever to haunt her dreams. She rushed across the room to kneel beside him, her arms pulling him to her as he struggled to breath through the pain, his eyes rolling back in his head. He was much to young to lay in her lap dying and yet here they were and this tragedy was her fault. She apologized over and over between the no's she mumbled as the large mass above her shook and struggled against the remaining constraints. Tears rushed down her lovely face, her black mascara leaving a remnant of sadness etched along her alabaster skin. She sat there until she could gain her thoughts and carefully laid Matthew to the side, her body shaking with terror and rage. 

Lifting herself on shaky legs and moved toward the other side of the table and screamed again and again at the monster that had no conscience and yet seemed to be paying very close attention to her, his moments having stopped altogether while something like concern swept across his bastardized features. She felt herself starting to crack and reached for the needle, plunging in into the subjects arm and releasing the fluid that would soon kill her dreams along with the rest of her research. To be responsible for someones death was too much to bear, and everything she'd done to this point lead up to the moment when Matt lost his life. She watched the creature struggle and cry out to her before slipping into nothingness again. She remembered not calling her government contact, or that she sat in the corner for two days alone until they got there. She didn't remember how Matt got buried or who told his folks, but only that she was reinstated at a new hospital after several months of therapy and time healed wounds and killed dreams for her like anyone else. 

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"Doctor Bosworth, Doctor Bosworth, you're needed stat in OR C. Code Blue..." 

She heard the announcement mid-surgery and looked to her partner, Dr. Marx, nodding and moving back from the patient who's head was partially opened. Marx knew that he was up to complete her work and he was more than thrilled to be associated with her talent no matter what job he was given. She quickly scrubbed out and raced down the hospital corridors to the OR, moving into room C and scrubbing in quickly, the woman on the table thrashing back and forth as Sara pressed the mic, "Give her 10 cc of morphine and keep her awake. She cannot go under for the assessment or we will lose her."