INVISIBLE STRING ― mark sloan

chapter three , flatline

Bailey prayed. She prayed for everything to turn out all right. She shut her eyes and prayed under her breath. She thanked God when Allison's heart started to beat again.

"She has a minor bleed in her brain I'll need to repair. Let's get her prepped for surgery," the black haired man stated.

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       "YOU HAVE TO CALL HIM," the neurosurgeon told his wife. "He needs to know."

She let out a long sigh. "I know. But right now, let's focus on saving your sister," the redhead said, scrubbing in.

"Don't kill my sister, Addie."

"Don't kill her, either. This baby needs her. He needs her."

MEANWHILE IN BURKE'S ROOM. "Where are my interns?" Bailey asked Burke suspiciously. "Where are my ass-kissin', surgery hungry, competitive suck ups, where are they? Why aren't they here trying to get in on Allison's surgery, why aren't they here getting you ice chips and morphine? Why aren't they here sucking up? You know something, Preston."

"I am a patient," he stated.

"Preston Xavier Burke. . . what have you done with my suck ups?" she exclaimed.

AND DENNY WAS FLATLINING. "He's not gonna die, right?" Izzie asked. They waited for him to come back, staring at the monitor.

It began to beep steadily and the patient began to breathe rapidly. "You fools better have a good explanation for this," their resident said in a threatening tone as she caught them in the act.

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"I'M GOING TO REPAIR this bleed and then Dr. Montgomery-Shepherd will perform the c-section," he announced to the O.R.

But that's when everything for Allison began to go wrong. "Pressure's dropping," a scrub nurse declared.

Her heart rate slowed, dangerously slow. She began to flatline again. "She's flatlining!"

"Get me the paddles! Charge to 200. Clear," Addison said, shocking the young girl's heart again. Nothing. "Charge to 300. Clear." Nothing.

"Dr. Shepherd. . ."

"No! Charge to 360. Clear." She shocked the girl one last time and finally, there was heart rhythm. "Thank god," she mumbled. "Thank god."

HER BABY GIRL was healthy and in the NICU. Allison was still asleep post surgery, her abdomen and head bandaged up.

A few hours later, her eyes opened and Addison was there. "What happened?" she mumbled, trying to recollect the events of the past few hours.

"You scared me today, Alli. You crashed twice. But now, do you want to see your baby?" the neonatal surgeon asked. The girl nodded happily, tears brimming her eyes. Her baby was finally here.

The redhead left momentarily and came back with a baby in her arms. "It's a girl," Addison told her, placing the baby into her arms.

"Oh my god. Oh my god. She's beautiful. . ." the new mother murmured. "She's perfect." She rocked the baby back and forth, but stopped when she felt a shooting pain.

Her sister in law nodded. "She really is. What were you planning on naming her?"

She thought for a moment. "Mila. Mila Shepherd-Sloan. She's got his eyes, you know. The ocean blue eyes," she stated, staring down at her beautiful daughter.

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"WE CUT HIS LVAD WIRE. Well, Izzie did. Did you know that she was going to do that?" Meredith asked. She was holding her friend's baby.

"I knew she was going to do something. Do you think the chief is going to make me talk?" the blonde parted her lips, sighing.

"Maybe. I'm not supposed to be here right now, we're all on timeout, or whatever. Bailey caught us," Meredith told her. "But I had to see you. I was so worried about you when Cristina told us."

"Aw, Mer. Speaking of Cristina, where is she? And where is my brother?"

"He's doing Burke's surgery and Cristina is supposed to be in there, too," Meredith said. Her pager began to beep. "Oh, it's the Chief."

"Get me a wheelchair, I'm going too," the blonde demanded.

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author's note

unedited!
this is so bad but i had to figure out
how i was going to have her give birth

― bejeweled