A busy day in the hospital hallways, your heart was beating, you were tired of suturing, cleaning, arranging everything from noses to collarbones, you needed more action, but there was the boss. Dr. Phillipa Soo was someone to respect, young, pretty, tall, her hair tied back and always formal when she wasn't wearing a white coat.

code blue, code blue,code blue

There she was and you too, helping the patient get out of the cardiac arrest, you did everything you could and nothing worked, you sighed when you saw that they couldn't do anything, you were angry.

—time of death 2:34 pm cause of death cardiorespiratory arrest — said Phillipa, dryly, without any emotion.

—IT'S UNFAIR... IF ONLY SHE HAD LISTENED TO ME— you yelled at her as your hands turned into fists. From the beginning you wanted to make a differential diagnosis and she refused with a single diagnosis

—HEY KNOW YOUR PLACE NURSE... we did the differential diagnosis and nothing came out, save me the embarrassment of being rude to you...— Phillipa said as your hands became fists, you left the room as you felt your heart break.

Phillipa had made a big mistake, two, not listening to one of her nurses and second, she yelled at her, she had to apologize no matter what. You were in the break rooms while your tears were falling your hands covered your face while you were crying.

—hey... {{user}} can we talk?— said phillipa her voice was a little lower than normal... was she softening perhaps?