8 DAY 29

DAY 29

Mark woke up groggily, he didn't know when he had fallen asleep. He looked at his watch and noted that he had been asleep for three hours, he got up a bit pained to see how everything was going on. He was still in his suit, though it now looked more like a jogging trouser due to all the wrinkles and such.

He moved towards the front desk and beckoned a nurse," What is the status of Miss Evergreen's surgery?"

She looked up at him and then after rummaging through some files on the computer spoke," It's still going on, though there don't seem to be any complications."

He breathed a sigh of relief, again in his mind cursing his lost friend for his absurdity.

"Sir, am I to presume that you are related to Miss Evergreen."

He nodded, though he was not a relative, he was related to her more than anyone else present.

"We contacted her father, but he refused to provide the insurance and family status details saying that he wanted nothing to do with her. The billing department is having an issue with processing her charges."

He groaned, he knew her father was well a douchebag, but to this extent, well this was new. He was again hit with a pang of sadness, thinking about his lost friends wishes, reminding him again of how he had taken care of everything.

"Send the relevant guy to me, next time the issue comes up and don't contact her father again. "He gave her his card.

"Alright sir, but in what capacity?"

"I am her legal representative."

She nodded, and again he started moving towards a room he had been in often. HE reached a wooden door reading, Dr. Rushmore, and he could hear the sobs coming from the inside. He knocked and entered the door.

He entered to see his fiancée with a bottle of scotch and sitting on the floor in the corner. The bottle was half empty. She looked up at him and he could see the flaring anger,

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE? ARE YOUR HAPPY NOW?" she said while trying to get off the floor. He came forward to help her, yet she pushed him, slashing some scotch on his already disheveled shirt.

"LEAVE. LEAVE, BEFORE WE BOTH DO SOMETHING WE WOULD LATTER REGRET." She shouted at him, showing that she knew she was not in the most stable condition. Ethan and her had bee closest to each other. He was like a younger brother to her. From high school to medical college and then to hospital, they had been together the longest. Mark ma have shared all of his friend's worries but she was the one that caused Ethan the most. Ethan had always tried to shield her from his obnoxities, it was deceiving but he only wanted the best for her and to spare her all the pain, yet the bastard had gone and died, leaving him to pick up the pieces.

He hugged her, took the bottle and put it to the side and could feel his own tears coming out of his eyes. How much he would give to have a straight shot at his smug face, only fate knew.

"I am sorry. I am sorry."

He could feel her stiffen and tears staining his shirt. He hated seeing her like this. He would have done anything to get his jolly and laughing rush back, yet he was helpless. Helpless, in front of fat, in front of his god forsaken friend's obsession. He was just so powerless. He did not know when but he could feel her drifting into sleep. HE stayed there, holding her until her breath stabilized. He then gently laid her on the sofa. Covered her in a blanket and then went around cleaning the room. He was exhausted and laid down to find himself drifting into sleep

A while later Dr. Eva came out of the ER, exhausted and tired. She had just transplanted her best student's heart into a no name girl. The surgery was a success, yet she was not done yet. She was promised answers and she would have them. She made her way out of the corridor, got rid of the gown and mask. Then she went towards, the front desk.

"Where are the girl's relatives. I need to talk to them about her care." She told the nurse sitting at the computer.

The girl looked at the chart, and then told her something even more worrying, "We tried to contact her father and he refused to acknowledge her. We then told this to Mr. Mark who signed off on her paperwork, saying that he was her legal representative."

Who was this girl, why had her parents left her at such a crucial time? Even heartless beast, would come to care for their children at such moments. And once again, Mark was there to save the day.

"Where is Mr. Mark at this moment."

"He went to Dr, Rush's room. Dr. Eva can we ask him to stop by for a minute we need her payment details."

She nodded and left for Dr. Rush's office. She came up to the door and could note that the light was out. She opened the door and saw Dr. rush sleeping on the sofa, a blanket covering her. There was smell of alcohol in the room. From the shards on the floor, she could tell what had happened, then her eyes found Mark asleep at her side, his hand on her face. He was hunched over, if it was any other time, she would wake him up and berate him for that sleeping posture.

She wanted to wake him up, yet she stopped. It had been a long day, well a couple of days. They were his friends and the death of their friend would have taken its toll on them, let alone all these complications. Perhaps, they all needed a day, a day to just mourn, a day to just remember what they had lost, not how and why. She closed the door gently, hoping not to disturb both of them from their much needed and deep slumber.

She made her way into her own room hoping to catch some sleep, hoping to not let the questions cloud the conclusion. That Dr. Ethan Grey, the brilliant dedicated and eccentric upcoming cardiothoracic surgeon was no more. That she had not just lost a student, she had lost the son she never had.

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