The flatline screamed on.
I got no pulse, no movement, on my hand trying to get a heartbeat.
The doctor scrambled behind me to his feet, his hand fumbling for something.
“Nova. Come on.” I made another compression and another. The sweat sliding down my temple, falling down my eyelashes.
“Breathe,” my voice dropped. “Fight.”
One more push. A second passed and then I pushed harder.
I heard a twitch.
“There.”
I continued and the monitor flickered. One blip then silence.
Another blip and…
“Again—” the doctor breathed.
The line jerked on the monitor. It stuttered then caught up.
Beep…Beep… beep…
The sound rose and I kept at it until the beeping rang out.
I stopped, watching and breathed out in relief as her pulse stabilized.
Her chest rose and fell on its own.
She was
