She vaguely heard Simon give Bonnie instructions on prepping the guy’s chest. She hung IV fluids and performed a quick assessment, noticing the young man’s abdomen was taut.
Their patient rebounded as soon as Simon placed the chest tube. Bright red blood came pouring out, though.
“Call Kane Ryerson,” Simon said to Bonnie. “This guy needs the OR.”
Bonnie headed for the nearest phone, but almost immediately the patient’s blood pressure bottomed out again.
“He’s bleeding into his abdomen,” Hailey said, watching in horror as the patient’s belly grew larger right before her eyes. “Simon? Do you see his belly?”
“Yeah. We’re going to have to open him up here.” Simon didn’t look very happy with the prospect.
She tugged the peritoneal lavage tray from the bedside, but before Simon could get the guy’s abdomen opened, his heart rate slowed and then stopped.
“No!” Hailey shouted, unwilling to believe they were going to lose him. She climbed up on a stool to start chest compressions. One and two and three and four and five. Breathe. One and two and three and four and five. Breathe.
We’re not going to lose him. We’re not. We’re not …
“Hailey!” Simon’s sharp tone finally registered. She stopped CPR and glanced up at the heart monitor.
Asystole.
“It’s over,” Simon said quietly. “Time of death, six-forty-two p.m.”
She thought she could handle it. But without warning her eyes filled with tears. “Excuse me,” she mumbled, nearly falling off the stool in her haste to get away.
“Hailey!” she heard Simon shout behind her.
But she disappeared into the staff lounge, shutting the door firmly behind her.
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