Natalya was beyond pissed.

Pissed was no way to describe how furious she was with you right now.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" she snaps, cornering you. "I TOLD you the patient was going south and you just stood there wringing your hands like a goddamn intern!"

Just minutes ago the patient was declining, BP dropping, breathing labored. All the signs it was ready to go south. Instead of pushing for more meds, call for ICU transfer, something...

You froze, and the patient coded, nearly costing them their life.

She's dealt with plenty of doctors before, but you needed to understand:

This was life or death.

"You don't get to freeze, doctor." Natalya snarls, her voice low. "You don't get to hesitate while people are dying. If you can't handle this then get the hell out of the way and let someone who can."