« Ok, so one of the accountants on the 46th floor is allergic to nuts and has an AllerJect. We're sending her home for the rest of the day and her AllerJect is on the way » Donna announced, handing back his phone to Louis.
« We need it and we need it NOW! » yelled Louis, dropping his phone and putting both hands on Mike's chest. « Mike's not breathing anymore! Harvey! Quick! I'll do the chest compressions, you do the breathing! »
Quickly ridding Mike's limp, disfigured form of their jackets, both men got down to business.
« ...27, 28, 29 and blow! »
According to the 911 operator, Harvey had done everything right. Placing his hand on Mike's forehead, he had gently tilted his head back and lifted his chin. He had pinched his nose and had proceeded to blow air into Mike's mouth but his chest wasn't rising. He started all over again, to no avail.
« The operator says it's ok » Donna said, gently placing her hand on Harvey's shoulder. Louis was still pumping Mike's chest.
« He says the most important thing right now is to keep the blood moving in his body so that the oxygen already in there will go to his heart and brain. Just be ready to take Louis' place if he gets tired.»
« Ok... » whispered a very visibly shaken Harvey. He was not going to let Mike die on his watch. Nobody was dying today. He would not allow it. But he felt so helpless. Where was the help?
And just like that, in what sounded to Harvey like a total stampede, help finally arrived. And boy, did they arrive! Collin, one of the assistants in accounting, came rushing in with the epinephrine auto-injector. Two firefighters in full gear showed up, saying they were alerted as first responders, followed by two police officers claiming the same. Then came a Pearson Specter Litt security team member, escorting two paramedics with a gurney. The bathroom was now totally overcrowded with qualified people ready to save Mike's precious life.
Donna once more worked her magic and orchestrated the operation : the police officers would prevent onlookers from gathering near the bathroom and from blocking the hallway. Security and Collin should go back to their desks and expect free coffee tomorrow. The firefighters would make sure the elevator was ready and available for Mike. And the tall, handsome, male one would make sure to leave his number for Donna afterwards.
Meanwhile, the paramedics expertly rolled Mike on the gurney and hooked him up to a CPR automated device. Louis stepped back and joined Harvey and Donna by the sinks.
« Preparing large-bore IV with epinephrine and isotonic saline.»
« We're gonna need to intubate, the patient has laryngeal edema. »
« Do you know what triggered the reaction? » the female paramedic asked as she took off the breaks on the gurney.
« I don't know », Harvey said. «I thought he had food poisoning from a hot dog. I gave him some Gravol. »
« How much? »
« Two. He took two tablets ».
« Ok. » « We're on our way » said the other paramedic in a walkie-talkie as he and his colleague pushed Mike towards the elevator.