Walter Reed National Military Medical Center, Intensive Care Unit. Bethesda, Maryland. June 10th.
"CLEAR!" yelled the physician as she applied the paddles to Jana's chest.
Jana's body rocketed upward. Everyone held their breath and looked over at the heart monitor.
"She's in B-tac!" yelled a nurse.
The heart monitor beeped in rapid succession, then painted a jagged set of lines indicating the existence of 'T' and 'S' waves.
"Okay," exhaled the doctor, "she's back. We've got her back. Damn, this girl's a fighter."
Cade's breathing became erratic and the first signs of hyperventilation reared its ugly head.
"Cade, let's have a seat over here," said Director Latent, still clutching the young man around the shoulders. "Doctor. I think I need some help here." Latent cradled his arms unde
