Helena had just gotten Jackson, her patient, back on the UNOS list, now walking down the hallway. As she saw Mark join her, she complained. "The kid's organs died. They were already inside of him and then, BAM, necrotic."
"That sucks, babe. How's Robbins, though? You like her?" He asked, a hand around her waist as they walked.
"She seems great, honestly. Much more up to date then Kenley, that's for sure, may he Rest In Peace." Helena told him, smiling up at him. However, as they walked, Mark stopped, gently tugging her waist to do the same.
At Helena's furrowed brows, Mark waved his head towards the on call room, a giddy smile growing on the girls lips as she pressed a kiss to his lips.
"I love you." She whispered between tender kisses.
"I love you too." The man answered, smirking as he opened the door behind him.
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A couple annoyed interns stood outside the on call room, listening to the soft moans and giggles coming from inside.
"Don't even tell me..." Their friend asked as he joined them.
"Locked." The female intern let out with an eye roll.
"People sleeping or...?" At the moan that came from within the room, he added. "Why do I even bother asking."
"This is ridiculous. I need sleep!" One of the interns let out, sighing as she let her head drop back. However, once they heard a loud, pained scream from inside the room, the all shared a look.
"Meu Deus!" They heard a voice exclaim inside.
"That's not a good noise." One intern let out.
"That's a bad noise."
"That's a really bad noise." Another one corrected, the three interns running away, not wanting to get involved in whatever was going on inside the room.
Inside the room, Helena fell in the floor, her naked body covered by a blanket as Mark let out another scream of pain.
"Oh... oh my god, are you ok, babe?" She asked, panic in her eyes, as she brushed her hair out of her face.
"No." Mark told her, folding over his stomach as his face scrunched up in pain.
"Mark, i-it's bent i-in the middle!" The short girl seemed to panic even more at the man's face. "Oh my god, I broke it... I broke little Sloan, I-I broke you're pe-"
"Get Torres!" He let out in pain. "Go get Torres, Lee."
At that, Helena got up, hurrying to put her clothes on before running out of the room, nervously mumbling to herself. As she left, Mark allowed himself to let out a whimper in pain, one he'd been keeping in in front of the girl.
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Helena fidgeted nervously as she waited for Callie to meet her, after asking a nurse to page her 911. Once she saw the ortho resident walk down the hallway, she quickly approached her, a hand in her arm to stop her from entering the pit.
"Callie, I need your help!" She let out.
"Sorry, Lena. I got a 911 page to the pit, I'll call you when I'm done?" The woman suggested, looking up from her pager.
"N-no, I paged you, I paged you 911. There's an emergency... Mark!" She stuttered nervously, her face turning red. "Mark is the emergency."
"Wait, Mark's hurt?" Callie asked, worry in her eyes.
"Yes, no... yes! Definitely yes! He's injured, he's badly, badly injured. An injury that for some reason I have no idea how to treat..." She whispered, only blushing more. "H-he broke a... a bone?"
"A bone?" The Latina asked.
Looking around her, Helena switched to Spanish in order to hopefully not be understood by others. "Yo le rompí un hueso. EL hueso, Callie." (I broke his bone. The bone, Callie.")
A small "o" formed on the woman's lips, the panic in her own eyes mirroring Helena's. "His bone..."
At Helena's serious look, the two turned to speed walk down the hallway, attempting to get to the room as soon as possible.
"I didn't know you spoke Spanish." Callie pointed out as they walked.
"W-well, I do. Also, besides English and Portuguese, Italian, French, a-and a little bit of German. Wow, I-I don't really realize how many those are until I say them out loud. I liked to learn languages at a kid, still do really, just don't have much time. Of course, moving to another country helped..." Helena started ranting incredibly fast, Callie looking at her and chuckling.
"Woah, calm down." She joked, impressed at the speed she was being talked at.
"S-sorry. I ramble when I'm nervous." The short girl let out, fidgeting as they kept walking.
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After Mark had absolutely begged Helena not to stay with him, the girl was monitoring Jackson, who hadn't been doing well. The estimated he had less than sixteen hours to live, if they didn't find him organs.
As Helena charted by his bed, the boy's heart monitor went off, Arizona entering the room. "ICP is still way too high..."
"I've just given him hypertonic saline." Helena informed.
"When was his last Lorazepam?" The attending asked, putting her stethoscope on.
"I administered a bolus twenty minutes ago." The brunette answered quickly.
"Put him on a drip with vec and on a BIS monitor." The blond instructed, hearing the boy's heart beat. "I'll go check with UNOS again."
"We're running out of time, aren't we?" Helena asked, her voice trembling a bit.
The attending nodded, giving her a sympathetic smile. "Whatever Dr. Bailey is doing, I hope to hell she's having better luck that we are."
A few hours later, after the boy had coded many times and they had done virtually all they could, the monitor biped once more.
"ICP is still going up..." Helena sighed, looking at the monitor.
"Are you hyperventilating him enough?" Arizona asked.
"Yes, he's PCO2 is thirty."
"Alright, let's raise him all the way up." The attending instructed, Bailey helping them out as they worked.
Melinda, the boy's mother, moved to hold the boy. "Jackson, you have to hold on, ok, baby?"
"Melinda, step back, you're getting in the way." Bailey instructed as Helena raised the bed and Arizona checked the kid's pupils. "You need to step back."
"Hold on for mommy. Please, Jackson, please!" The mother sobbed, a nearby nurse moving to remove her from the room as she sobbed in her arms.
Helena and Arizona checked the boy's vitals once more, Bailey holding the boy's hand with tears in her eyes. After the bed was raised, the waited for a minute to check if there had been any change.
"Nothing." The older woman whispered.
"Should I get the mother, Dr. Robbins?" Helena asked, her heart broken, Bailey and the attending nodding along.
The resident swallowed hard before leaving the room, taking a deep breath in order to control her own feelings. Turning around a corner, she found Melinda pacing around and whispering a prayer under her breath.
"Melinda?" The girl called out, softly. "You should come in."
As the entered, Melinda holding tight onto the doctor's hand, Bailey told her, her own voice broken. "It's time to hold him. He's going, Melinda. Hold him and help him go."
As the doctors stood towards the back of the room, the mother whispered her goodbyes. "It's ok, baby. You can go." Glancing to her Chief resident, Helena saw the woman crying, her own tears almost spilling. At that, she placed a comforting hand of her shoulder, the older woman placing her hand on top of hers. "It's ok, you can go. Mommy won't be mad. You can go, Jackson, it's ok."
Just then, Webber ran into the room. "We have organs." At everyone's stunned faces, he repeated. "We have organs! Get him to OR3, now."
Immediately, the boy started coding, Helena starting CPR as the female attending commanded the room. "Push 35 of epi and 5o of bicarbonate."
As the boy stopped coding, Helena whispered under her breath. "Let's do this, Jackson. Let's get you some new organs."
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Helena walked into Mark's hospital room, the man having been admitted after his surgery, letting out. "Hi, honey."
"Lee, I don't want you to..." He started, his voice rasp.
"..see you like this, I know." She smiled at him showing him the paper bowl she had in her hands. "But I... I got you soup! I would normally make it, if I we were home, you know soup is my specialty. But I like to eat soup when I am sick and I just got out of surgery, so I bought it for you." She told him, putting her bag down and sitting in his bed. "And I'm your girlfriend, and I love you, so I'm going to stay here and take care of you."
"I love you." He told her, still a bit groggy from the drugs.
"I love you too. Now, soup." She told him, giving him the food as she moved his bed to a seating position.
The man took the bowl with a smile, taking a spoon to his mouth. "It's good. Tell me about your day?"
"It's comfort food, of course it's good." She giggled. "Well, there was pretty much a miracle with little Jackson today."
As the man gave her a questioning look, she launched into an explanation, excitedly telling him how it'd all worked out in the end and he was now awake. When the man finished his soup, she threw the bowl away, laying next to him as she positioned her head on the crook of his neck.
"Now, go to sleep. I'll take you home in the morning." She pressed a kiss to his cheek, the couples falling asleep on each other's arms.
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Word count: 1626
AN:
This episode was hilarious, I just knew I had to write it. Also, I really like writing Helena in action in peds. What did you think of this chapter?