"Bisma, stay with me!" Meira pleaded, pressing the charge button on the medical device.
A sharp jolt of electrical current surged through the defibrillator paddles, causing Bisma's chest to arch sharply off the metal examination table. The sterile medical room filled with the acrid scent of ozone and the relentless, high-pitched wail of the heart monitor displaying a flat, unbroken line.
Meira discarded the paddles with a clatter, her hands immediately pressing down onto Bisma's chest to administer rapid chest compressions. Her breath came in ragged, panicked gasps as she pushed against his ribs, fighting against the terrifying silence of the room.
"Come on, Bisma, do not you dare give up now," Meira sobbed softly, tears spilling down her pale cheeks as she checked his cold pulse. "
