I hurriedly shoved the IV in her vein there was no time to put it in the bag let alone a pill, the Heparin should be working soon. We should see a change any second; it got worse. There was blood everwhere. I saw Dr. Bigelow glance at the tray next to me, I saw the look in his eyes and knew before he had the composure to ask me. By then I had grabbed the vial off of the tray nearly breaking it in the process; banging the fragile glass against the metal tray. It was too late she was gone the steady, deafening beep across the screen as she lay in front of me bleeding through every inch of her skin. My first one. The first patient Ive lost. And it was my fault.