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Show Nocturne/ 14 Carolyn knew she wouldn't win the lottery. She knew she would not be able to buy the necklace. She would not be able to wear it to work, where other nurses might envy her good taste and ask where it was from. She would not be able to say she was wearing a necklace from Tiffany's. She would remain as she was. She knew she did not win the lottery, but she thought there might have been enough time to save Mark anyway. In that moment, pressing the code button was not a question. It was Carolyn who seemed most intent on making his heart start again; of watching his cheeks change back from purple to pink. While Carolyn worked, she worried that Lauren had noticed what was going on. She knew she could lose her job. She did not have time to think about it all clearly because Mark's oxygen saturation dipped down to sixty percent. His blood pressure read very low. But she knew Lauren never looked at the ledger. Maybe every nurse on the unit was too tired to notice on that night when two patients coded. Maybe everyone was too torn up about Summer Smith. Nurses were still working in Summer's room, pulling out IVs, unhooking cords, turning off machines to prepare for the body for the morgue when they heard the second code. Sydney sat at her desk still in shock, trying to chart everything that happened. Other nurses took Sydney's remaining patients out of sympathy. The unit operated very quietly in circumstances like this, but then the alarm sounded again and code responders tried to steady their hands. Dr. Dance and Dr. Snow arrived in Mark's room weary. Dr. Snow had not been a resident long enough to see too many codes. They started working on Mark Grover, but the crash cart had not yet been restocked. Someone ran into another unit to get a new |