[center][h1][color=a187be]Natasha Brinne[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][b]Location:[/b] UCSFMC
[b]Interacting With:[/b][@Denny] [@ChaoticFox] [@HushedWhispers][/center][hr]

	Tas stood there for a moment, just keeping her face buried against Sam's chest. Was everything going to be alright? As a doctor, Tas could weigh out the injuries, she knew the damage, the percentages of patients that recovered from injuries like this. 

	Looking at everything it seemed that Echo had cheated death. A wreck at that speed could have been instantaneous death, it could have been internal bleeding, a lacerated liver, a ruptured spleen and so much more. She had made it out with a small puncture in her lung, some broken bones and a concussion. It was one of those times when even a doctor had to admit that more could be at work.

	Though even knowing all of that, the fact that it was Echo and Tas wasn't just a doctor but her friend made all of that knowledge not matter. She still felt as helpless and worried as when she was younger and watched her mother get sick. This always happened when someone Tas knew showed up in her ER. Echo hadn't been the first. 

	The first had turned things upside down for her, she had spent an hour getting sick in the bathroom after the patient was wheeled up to a private room and was stable before she could compose herself enough to go sit with them and monitor them personally with the cool facade of Dr. Brinne threatening to crack.

	Though she hated this feeling, having Sam there helped. There were few she turned to for comfort in times like this; she wouldn't even turn to Nat or Claire when she was like this. Through everything she found comfort in just having Sam there and she breathed a slight breath of relief that he wasn't standing there telling her to suck it up. [i]She told herself that enough.[/i]

	Nodding slowly as she clung to him, she gradually pushed back the waterworks to look up at him; her cheeks stained with tears. [color=a187be]"Yeah..."[/color] she choked out as she tried to clear the lump in her throat. [color=a187be]"It'll be touchy the next couple of days and she has a long recovery ahead of her but she should make a full recovery,"[/color] she finally was able to get out, though it was clear she was still worried.

	Tas sighed slightly at how ridiculous she must have looked and was acting. She was about to say something else when her pager went off. Perking a brow she looked down at the code and grumbled under her breath. Tas went from worried, something she never showed, to ticked, something she showed often, in 1.5 seconds flat.

	[color=a187be]"The hell.."[/color] she muttered before looking back over to Sam. [color=a187be]"I need to go handle a situation, let's get back up to Echo,"[/color] she said, trying not to snap just yet. Waiting for Sam to grab the bags before they took the elevator upstairs.

	While they took the elevator up to the third floor, Tas pulled out her phone and shot Nat a text.

[center][color=a187be][b]To: My Sis[/b]
Sam and Jeje are with Echo and I. I'll call in a bit and explain.[/color][/center]

	As the doors opened, the ICU lead shift nurse rushed over and quickly explained that the two men visiting Echo had been arguing and Echo's stats were spiking cause of it. Tas took a breath, going back into Dr. Brinne mode as if a light switch had been flipped. Pointing down the hall, Tas looked over to Sam.

	[color=a187be]"Echo is in 3D, can you take the bags in there and sit with her for a minute please?"[/color] she asked softly of Sam before she rolled her shoulders back and made a beeline for Mr. Young. He would get what she had to say first, then it would be Jeje's turn.

	[color=a187be]"Mr. Young, we need to talk. Now,"[/color] Tas said. Her voice was calm, her face nearly expressionless but it was obvious she wasn't pleased.