Walking in the emergency room,

Poet's almost knocked right off his shoes;

Codes on intercoms spell certain doom, 

While he tries to get back to his muse.

The closer he gets to his lover's door, 

The harder that it gets to go inside

(That intercom has such a dreadful roar);

He wants to yell, but swallows all his pride.

The world becomes noisy and confused

(He realizes the chaos is for her), 

"Code Blue" is something very seldom used,

Not a code that any would prefer.

He barely hears the girl with pink scrubs on;

'I'm sorry, sir. Her liver failed. 

She's gone.'

- Jack

[End of Part 4.]