[Center] [img]http://txt-dynamic.cdn.1001fonts.net/txt/b3RmLjcyLmI1MjRmZi5RVzVoYzNSaGMybGhJRUpzWVdOcmQyVnNiQSwsLjA,/stingray.regular.png[/img] [img]https://68.media.tumblr.com/f4cd3162b010f0bd64abc5148fda52c9/tumblr_nipkjsqgCm1sk1rjvo1_500.gif[/img] [color=0072bc]”I keep telling you, it isn’t worth it Ana, you always want to save them all, you can’t.”[/color] Pale Hazel eyes lifted towards the male standing before her, Curly black hair pulled up into a bun. [color=f6989d]”Robert, what would you do? Would you just step away from this kid? When the parents are nervously waiting just outside of this OR room? Would you leave this child on the table to tell the parents that even though YOU said you would save this child, you decided against it?”[/color] Anger was pulsating through the small female as she stood there, just on the opposite side of the child cut open on the operating table. Anastasia had been called in early that morning, by one of the residents here in the general hospital, a man who knew much less than Anastasia. Shifting awkwardly, the man looked down at the child, his eyes grazing over its open body. [color=0072bc]”I dont want to tell them that..not after i had promised them a good outcome..”[/color] He murmured softly, frustration causing his body to tremble lightly. The child laying on the table was no older than 10 years old, a kid who was walking to school that morning who got hit by a car. The driver seemingly incoherent to what it was even doing. When police officers and the ambulance arrived, they tried to talk reason with the man, telling him the simple things one would say when needing them to cooperate with the RPD yet he wouldn’t and was in turn shot down on site. Now this young boy was on their operating table, fighting for their lives with a surgeon who idiotically promised the childs parents he would be fine. [color=f6989d]”Rule number one about being a surgeon Robert, never promise the family their loved one will be fine because that right there will give them a clear target to lash out at. Leave my O.R.”[/color] Narrowed eyes glared at the male before he grunted and took off leaving Anastasia with the other nurses. [color=f6989d]”Alright, lets save this childs life.”[/color] She smiled to the others before she directed her attention to the child, working on his punctured lung and broken ribs. She was doing all she could to make this childs recovery time as little as possible. Hours passed and finally the female was done, closing him up and explaining for them to get him into a room and to keep an eye on him for the next hour. Removing her scrubs, the female sighed as she walked out into the waiting room, wearing what she had come in, black slacks and a nice purple blouse along with her white doctors coat. [color=f6989d]”Hello Mr and Mrs. Jefferson, im here to let you know that your son has made it through surgery just fine. He had a few broken ribs and a punctured lung but thankfully he will make a full recovery. He is currently being observed to make sure he does okay and in about an hour a nurse will be coming out to retrieve you so you can see him. Your son is going to be fine.”[/color] She smiled gently as the two parents pulled her into a hug, thanking her over and over again. With a smile, the female sighed and walked over to the nurses station where an intern had suddenly rushed up. [color=8dc73f]“Doctor Blackwell, im sorry to bother you but its an emergency, we tried to page you but we got no answer.”[/color] The younger male looked around nervously. [color=f6989d]”I’m sorry i was called in a few hours ago by Doctor Robinson and i forgot my pager in my car, whats up?”[/color] Her eyes searched the male who just frowned and looked away. [color=8dc73f]”You’re needed in O.R 3, there has been a really bad accident..”[/color] The male explained before she nodded and took off with him. Upon arrival, Anastasia was given a run down about the woman on the table, explaining that she had been brought in with an astonishing amount of flesh taken from her throat. Nodding, the female quickly put what she needed on and scrubbed in. As she got into position, Anastasia almost gagged, her eyes wide with shock at the amount of damage that was done to the poor woman. Placing her hands on the wound, she began to feel around before she looked up. [color=f6989d]”She has deep lacerations from the bottom of her jawline down to her collarbone, did they say how this happened?!”[/color] She demanded as one nurse had nervously explained that she was attacked by another person..who in result, tore into her neck with their own teeth. With a small swallow, Hazel hues looked over every inch of the wound, her stomach lurching uncomfortably. Suddenly the heart monitor went off, showing the females heartbeat had quickened in speed only to suddenly flatline. Quickly the team acted, pumping her chest a few times before they charged for a shock. For ten minutes this happened, back and forth, pumping then charging, shock, pump, charge, shock. Panting gently, Anastasia came to a stop, looking up at the heart monitor with a glare, seeing no change. With a growl she moved away, slamming her fist against the table. [color=f6989d]”Time of death, 10:48am.”[/color] She grumbled and sighed heavily, staring down at the womans throat injury once more, concern and confusion washing over her as the team stood there, taking a moment of silence.[/center]