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Finn's POV:

The emergency vehicle's siren rang in my ears.

"She's out," the rude paramedic from set announced to the other one in the back of the ambulance.

"Is she going to be okay?" I asked, and he looked over to me with a death glare.

"I told you that you could come. You're here. No questions, got it?" he spat.

"I just want to know if-" I started.

"And I'm just trying to do my job," he responded sternly. I trained my eyes on the floor of the ambulance, watching as my feet shifted on the metal with every bump on the road.

"She's up!" the other paramedic exclaimed, regaining his colleague's attention. He gently opened her eye, and shon a light into it. Her eyes rolled back into her head.

"And she's out again," he sighed.

The ambulance came to an abrupt stop, and I nearly fell off the metal bench. The back doors flung open, and the two paramedics jumped out onto the sidewalk in front of the hospital while I remained near Millie's feet in the ambulance.

"Give us a hand," one of them told me, and I nodded. On three, I picked up the end of the stretcher, and walked hunched over to the edge of the ambulance.

"Henry, take it from him please," the mean paramedic said, his British accent getting on my nerves. Oh, Henry does have a name.

"Roger, boss," Henry said, then rushed over to take the stretcher from my hands. And good thing too, because I couldn't lift her for any longer.

"If you close the doors then you can come with us," Henry told me quietly, and the two speed-walked toward the emergency doors. I turned around and closed the doors quickly, the vehicle driving away as soon as I did.

I turned around, seeing Henry disappear into the building. I broke into a fast jog, the sliding doors parting for me to enter as well. I caught up to the paramedics, who were stopped to lift Millie from the stretcher onto the bed.

It was weird seeing her like that. I hated it. She looked so...

Lifeless.

But I needed to be there for her.

"Call room eleven," Henry directed, handing me a pager.

Of course it just had to be room eleven. Of fucking course.

"What do I say?" I asked.

"You don't say anything," Henry explained calmly, "Just dial zero-one-one and press enter."

I pressed the buttons, glancing over to the matching tattoo on Millie's wrist as I pressed enter.

"Done," I announced, handing the pager back to Henry. 

"Alright, let's go," Henry's boss answered, and the two of them started running the wheeled bed down the long hallway toward an elevator. We all piled in, Millie lying there motionless as we ascended to the second floor.

"Wouldn't it be room two eleven?" I questioned as we exited the elevator.

"Well, even though it's technically the second floor, it's the first floor of rooms. Also, it has a zero in front of it instead of a one because it's not a regular room," Henry explained, and we broke into another jog.

We turned a corner, then turned again into a room.

An operating room.

"Wait wait wait," I said shakily, "What are we doing in here?"