The whole hospital panicked.
The first second after the blackout was pure silence.
Machines was dead, lights was gone.
Then the sound of gasps and footsteps of a child crying.
Yvonne moved before fear could catch her, her voice was loud.
“Backup lights,” she shouted. “Everyone move.”
Nurses reached for flashlights clipped to their pockets, people turn on their phones flashlight.
They went to on the emergency generators somewhere deep in the building but did not turn on.
Marcus swore under his breath.
“He killed the backup grid,” he said. “This is deliberate.”
Of course it was.
Yvonne reached the nearest bed.
An elderly man lay there, oxygen mask on his face was weak, his chest barely moved.
She ripped the mask off and grabbed a manual resuscitation bag.
“Squeeze,” she ordere
