Nurse Dorian was inside, trying cardiopulmonary resuscitation.
“Step back!” I shouted as I entered.
I stepped in, my heart refusing to accept what was happening before my eyes. I reached for her wrist and checked her pulse.
No response.
My right hand flared to her chest immediately, while my left rested right over it. I started the compressions.
“One, two, three… twenty… twenty-one, twenty-two… twenty-seven… thirty…”
I gave her the first breath. Nothing.
We added oxygen… but the results were the same. No response. None at all.
I looked around for Dr. Alfred, but he was nowhere to be seen. No one to help me.
At this point, I was beginning to sweat—not from the work, but from fear. From panic. From the crushing helplessness of the moment.
“Is she gone?” one doctor asked.
“No!” I c
