❝ –– perhaps it’s true that things can change in a day. and when they do, those few dozen hours, like the salvaged remains of a burned house—the charred clock, the singed photograph, the scorched furniture—must be resurrected from the ruins and examined. and suddenly, they become the bleached bones of a story.
Ellis let the comment from Teddy Altman roll off her shoulders as the patients stat’s began to drop. Her heart was going into distress and who only knew what other organs were going to soon follow. Stepping back as she moved over across from Teddy, Ellis watched the monitor carefully.
“Charged.” Elis called out as the nurses around the two doctors backed away from the body to let the electric charge flow through the heart. Ellis’s eyes stayed on the monitor, only to watch the rhythm return to normal - well at least for the patient at this time. “What do you need from me, Dr. Altman?”
“I need you to check if she’s not brain-dead from the lack of oxygen,” Teddy hissed. “Did you ever think of that before undermining your superior? I assure you; I’ll be having a word with the Chief about this. You n e v e r challenge an attending’s orders, do you understand me?”
The threat in her voice was an empty one, and
she knew it — a momentary anger never spread
any further than that. But knowing what she knew
and having seen what she’d seen, Teddy had long
since realized that hospitals had a pecking order
for a reason.