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"She's unconscious, it's protocol that we take the most serious of measures," Henry told me, wheeling Millie over to a bed.

"What do you mean the most serious of measures?" I spat impatiently, just wanting to know if Millie would be okay or not.

"Life or death," Henry replied gravely. I returned with an audible gulp.

"Don't sweat on it, she'll probably be fine," the head paramedic encouraged uncaringly.

"Okay..." I mumbled, then Millie's transport bed came to a stop beside the operating bed.

"Give us a hand, will you?" Henry asked, to which I immediately assisted.

"Okay, we're just going to lift her a couple feet over so she's on the other bed. Try not to drop her too hard," Henry advised. He counted from three, and I lifted her legs while Henry lifted her back and head. 

"Okay, that's good," Henry said, and I started to lean over to lay her lower body down on the bed. I stood up straight, my eyes not straying from the unconscious girl.

"Is there anything else I can do?" I asked quietly.

"Not at the moment," Henry replied, "You can wait over there on one of those chairs. We'll let you know if we need you."

I nodded, and gave him a sad smile before walking tiredly over to the row of chairs against a wall. I sat down, and slumped into the seat, my gaze now trained on the floor.

I'm just so fucking worried about her.

She could be fine, it could just be something small. But there's always that chance that...

"No, Finn," I blurted at myself out loud. My head shot up, eyes widening and face reddening as I glanced side to side at the people staring at me from all around the room.

"Sorry," I muttered, then looked back down at the ground.

"Mommy why did he do that?" I heard a young girl ask.

"Everyone has their struggles, dear. We all express them in different ways," the mother answered.

I thought about that for a while.

"Boss," I heard someone say after about ten minutes or so.

"BOSS!" the same voice called loudly, making me look up again.

"What is it this time, Henry?" the rude paramedic came into view, stomping grudgingly over to Henry.

"Her heart rate sped up. It's increasing dramatically," Henry said, pointing at a monitor beside Millie's bed.

"Hey is everything okay?" I called over from the opposite side of the room.

"Just stay there kid," the head paramedic answered, making me even more worried.

Something was wrong.

"Let me see," Henry's boss approached Millie's bed.

"Her breathing's quickening," Henry said, his voice taking a nervous turn.

Fuck.

"Oh, now it's slowing-no it's quickening-now it's uneven and-" Henry shouted the live updates, and then stopped suddenly, backing away from the bed, allowing me a clear view.

Millie's foot twitched.

And then her arm.

And her leg.

And then her everything.

"CODE BLUE! CODE BLUE!" the head paramedic screamed, then ran over to another wall. He swung open a glass panel, then pounded a blue button with a tight fist.