The Ghost He Couldn't See

Ethan and I were a medical power couple, brilliant doctors at Mount Sinai West, building a life, a future.

My world, however, shattered in a horrific car crash.

My head throbbed, my vision blurred, and though my words were clear enough to convey a severe neurological emergency, the man I loved, Dr. Ethan Hayes, rushed past my trauma bay.

He called me "dramatic," dismissing my critical state to focus on his stepsister, Brooke, who he believed had a 'shattered leg.'

I watched, a helpless ghost, as my body flatlined, the monitor's unbroken tone signaling my death.