Code Blue

~ Chapter 40 ~

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Also how are we at chapter FORTY

Chapter 40
Wednesday October 25th
Mallory's POV

"Mom? Dad?" I pushed open the squeaky front door of their humble abode. I found it hard to open because there was a pile of trash bags sitting in front of the door, blocking me from pushing it open fully. I groaned and shoved my weight against the door enough to get me into the house, and locked it behind me.

Neither one of them responded anything, which was expected.

It was bright and early, and I made a stop here before I had to go into the hospital. I had been spending the last few nights at a hotel with Noah, Leo, and Caroline as my brother insisted I stay with them while they're in town. It felt a little weird going from my brothers to my parents considering they don't get along, but it's been a while since I visited mom and dad. I didn't want them to get mad if they thought I left them, or show up at my workplace again. I can't have another repeat of that.

Plus it was okay because my family were leaving on a flight today to go back home. Little Leo was an early riser so we did heartfelt goodbyes this morning. It was really hard having to give them hugs and not know when I'd get another one from them, but there wasn't much choice in the matter. I'm sure it'd be soon considering the baby is due in a few weeks, and Noah was insistent he'd pay for a flight there to meet him.

I made a face at the smell of the trash and stepped around it, I'd take it out on my way out the door. I walked further into the house, picking things off the floor as I went along. My feet were in contact with the squeaky floor as I headed to the living room, my dad's head similar. I sighed and grabbed a throw pillow, lifting his head off the floor and sliding the pillow underneath it. I made a face at my hand and wiped it on my pants, removing the dirt.

I glanced at the couch where my mom was sleeping, grabbing a blanket to cover up her half clothed body. Neither one of them looked like they were going to wake up anytime soon, they must've had another crazy night of drinking away their lives. I wouldn't be surprised if they never even know that I'm here.

I stood in the middle of the living room with my hands on my hips and huffed. Everytime I was in my parent's house, especially in my doctor's scrubs, it's a reminder of what I worked through to get to this point. I climbed over too many obstacles in my childhood to get through medical school and obtain my residency position. But it was getting so difficult.

I was getting so tired. Mentally, physically, emotionally residency has been draining me, and it's not even from the actual medical work that I'm doing. My brain is beyond worn out from dealing with Harry and all his back and forth, and what happened over the weekend was not helping.

I've barely gotten any sleep. Stevie runs on replay in my mind, and the decision that I made was haunting me. Harry's been angry with me before over things such as coffee getting spilt or not moving fast enough, but this was more serious. He was right, it involved his daughter, and that was more serious than anything else.

When he admitted that he trusted me to be in charge and I broke that, it was really the most vulnerable thing he's ever said to me. I knew my decision was a risky one, but on that day I really felt like I had to weigh the options objectively. I would have made the same decision if it was any of the other attending's children, I couldn't move differently just because it was Harry.