5.09

As Helena and Mark got to the hospital, they stopped to talk to Callie, by a nurses station.

"Morning, Callie." The girl greeted, stealing her boyfriends coffee to take a sip.

"Oh, morning. Are you... yet, Mark?" The resident asked, attempting to hide her giggle.

At that, the man narrowed his eyes at the woman, almost pouting. "I am, thank you very much."

"I am still to understand how you did that, Lena." Callie chuckled, Helena going red. "I mean, you're just so... ."

"Hey, I don't talk about my sex life, remember?" The girl cleared her throat, still blushed, as Mark smiled at her amusedly.

"Well, except for when you're telling me in Spanish you broke bone." The resident giggled, Helena glaring at her.

Suddenly, Callie grabbed Mark's arms, hiding behind him.

"What are you doing?" The man asked, clearly confused.

Looking behind her shoulder, Helena saw the blond attending she'd recently been working with. "You're hiding from Arizona?"

"I went all say anything to the peds surgeon in front of the peds surgeon date." Callie explained, reappearing from behind Mark. "Now I am hiding from the peds surgeon."

"I should get going, I'm on the pit today. But, for the record, she's great, you two would be great together." Helena smiled, her dimples popping out, as she walked down the hallway.

——

As she was working with Hunt, they entered the trauma room to check on their new patient, as the paramedic informed.

"Beth Dearborn, 17 year old with a history or seizures, had a grand mall during the marching band performance. Started seizing again upon arrival."

"Push two of lorazepam." The attending instructed.

"She's in V fib. Ventilate and charge the paddles to 200, please." Helena ordered, glancing at the heart monitor.

"Wait, the v fib could just be an effect from the seizures. We shock her and she's not actually in v fib, she could flatline." The redhead explained. "Have you got a pulse?"

"I don't think so, Dr. Hunt. It's hard to tell." The girl answered, soon pointing out. "The lorazepam is not working... what do we do?"

"We shock her and save her or shock her and kill her." The man took a deep breath before deciding. "What the hell." He grabbed the paddles, shocking the girl and, thankfully, getting her heart beat back.

"Sinus tach..." Helena breathed out in relief as Arizona came into the room.

"Good call, Dr. Hunt." She smiled, grabbing the young girl's chart.

As she woke up, the teen complained. "Oh no...! It happened again?"

"Beth, I'm Dr. Robbins, I'm the pediatric surgeon on call. This is Dr. Hunt and Dr. Campos."

"You got beat up pretty bad while you were marching. We're gonna get some tests, check for internal bleeding." The ex military man added.

"I seized during the performance? But I took my meds!" Beth complained.

"Hey, don't worry about it. You don't need to be embarrassed, it's not a big deal." Helena smiled at her reassuringly.

"But it is embarrassing! I had a seizure in front of the entire marching band, it embarrassing!" The girls huffed. "They're gonna kill me..."

"Who?" Helena asked, curious.

"Seizure patrol!" The girl explained.

As if on cue, two other band teens entered the room, Helena approaching them. "I'm guessing you two are the... ?

"I'm first flute, he's drum major. Whenever Beth has a seizure, we have to drop her instruments and go roll her on her side so she doesn't choke on her tongue." One of the teens said, a clear look of annoyance in her face.

"We were in the middle of the north west regionals parade, and we were favorite to win. Until took out the drums, half of the woodwinds... she was right in the middle of formation." The boy added, rolling his eyes.

"Right...why don't you go call her parents?" The doctor suggested, attempting to hide how uncomfortable she was at their lack of empathy.

As the kids left, Hunt approached her. "I'm gonna run some tests, but she's already coded once so I want you to watch her and stand by with a crash cart."

"Sure, Dr. Hunt." Helena sighed, pulling out a bench and sitting next to the teen girl. "Guess you're stuck with me." She smiled.

——

After getting the girl admitted, Helena charted in her room, the girl's bandmates still present.

"I don't know why Mr. Bimm even let her join band." The teen on the seizure patrol whispered.

"Hey..." Helena warned, a harsh look on her eyes.

"What? Not like she's a master flautist." The girl rolled her eyes.

"Ok, that's enough. Both of you, out." The doctor instructed, seeing the pain on Beth's face.

"Mr. Bimm says where supposed to stay with her." The boy explained.

"I've got her, I'm seizure patrol now. Besides, anyone that upsets my patients' well being is not welcome in their room." Helena warned, the teens leaving. Sighing, the resident resumed her charting, looking up to the teen girl with a smile. "I'm sorry, but you're friends are kind of awful."

"They're not my friends." The girl explained, looking down at her fidgeting fingers. "When you have seizures in front of the whole school, friends are kinda hard to come by. Besides, being in the band doesn't exactly help."