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“Link is stable, so I’m gonna go pick up Scout and not let him go for hours. I’m just gonna text Dylan Gatlin’s latest labs over to Beltran, and then I am gone.”
Amelia feels Winston’s sudden stillness.
“What?”
He was giving the look. That face.
She knows the face. She’s been here before. Everyone thinks they are the first person in the world to ever look at a human being like that, but... It's always the same face.
“Is it Link? W-What happened?”
He closes his eyes and takes a breath in to prepare himself. The words still don’t sit right in his stomach.
“It’s Beltran. Monica, she… she was trapped on the O.R. floor.”
Monica?
The blood drained from her face. That was the last name she was expecting. That’s impossible. She couldn’t even fathom… didn’t even consider… it did not fit in the reality of her mind… Monica is the most reliable presence in her life. It’s borderline aggravating how she reveals herself at the most inconvenient times, takes her interns without a second thought, hogs the bench after-call playing gemcrush…
“No.”
This couldn’t be happening. The world didn’t feel real. Her heart pounded rapidly in her ribcage anticipating his next words. Deep down her body was already preparing for what was coming... for what always came...
“S-she’s… her condition’s bad, Amelia. Really bad. I don’t know… They’re operating on her right now in the trauma bay since the OR’s aren’t functi-.”
Before he could finish his sentence, Amelia has sprinted out the door.