Unassailable: The professor.

Chapter 2

"Is she a relative?" He switched his stare to the man besides me to then look right back at me. "Sorry ma'am , but we'll have to ask you to leave. This is a restricted area for healthcare professionals only." The mysterious man, now discovered to be a doctor, stared down at me as nurses helped him into an emergency scrub.

"He's right, you have to go." He stated with authority.

Oh no. There's no way I was abandoning this kid. His parents haven't even gotten here yet.

"Uhm, actually," I started, thinking about what the hell I could make up to make them change their mind. "I'm an intern here, but I'm not on call." I prayed that the uneasiness of my tone wouldn't snitch me out. "I'd like to stay and watch, if you're okay with that?" I lied with pleading eyes. Stupid decision, I know. I was so going to regret this sooner or later. I hoped for the latter.

The man stared at me for a few seconds, his eyes full of uncertainness to then finally give in. "Fine. She's staying."

I whispered a quick 'thank you' as he opened his mouth again. "Update me, Brook." He stated to the intern standing at the other end of the room.

"Yes, sir. Jackson Hann, ten years old. He's first on the list for organ transplant - liver and bowel. He escaped the hospital about an hour ago." The guy said as he turned the paper from the chart, exposing the kid's weight and height in case we would find ourselves in need of that information. "He's stable now." He proceeded. Poor intern, he seemed nervous. I reminded myself that this was going to be me in a few more years.

My eyes darted to an unconscious Jack laying on the hospital bed. He had surgery scheduled for a liver and a bowel transplant. I sighed in shock, how did he even get that far from the hospital on his own?

"Alright Brook, tell Dr. Montgomery to let the parents know about their son's current state, and that he's here, stable." He said. Brook left the room and after a few seconds he came back, starting to check on the little boy's vitals.

"Where the hell is Dr. Walker? He's the patient's doctor." Hot stranger said to Brook.

"I don't know sir, I think he is in surgery." The intern simply answered.

"Well, page again."

Suddenly the monitor that was connected to the kid started beeping erratically and his body started to convulse.

«Crap.»

"Dr. Vennberg, he's seizing." A nurse called.

Dr. Vennberg? As in The Dr. Vennberg?!If he is who I think he is, then I've been spending time with one of the most prestigious neuro and cardiac surgeons in the States. I was freaking out.

Fuck. I just lied to this man. This is really happening. How did I get so damn lucky? I'm so going to hell for this. I snapped out of it and quickly put attention to the little boy convulsing.

"His I.C.P is way too high. Code blue!" Said Dr. Vennberg pushing a button on the right side of Jack's bed as more nurses started to enter the room. "Brook, what do you do now?" The intern looked at him horrified. To say that I was freaking out now, was an understatement. Are these the internship teaching ways? To test them out on dying patients?

"I uh-" Vennberg cut him off. "For the sake of your maintenance on the program and the patient's life. Tell me, what the hell do we do in procedures like this?!"

"Hypertonic saline and clonazepam. You should put him on a drip with vec and put him on a VIS monitor." I instantly said, interrupting the two of them. I had over-passed my adrenaline umbral and I wasn't going to watch Jackson's life being finished because of a nervous intern and a pushy doctor. I mentally thanked my dad for playing 'rollercoaster' with me when I was a kid.