"Today is a good day. No patients at all." one of the nurse said as he finished drinking his water.
"Oh, Lucas. That's what you always do. Nothing." one of the nurses commented as he walked past Lucas and accidentally bumped him. The water spilled towards the defribillation monitor. "See what you did?" Lucas chased the other nurse as he yelled and heard the siren of the ambulance.
"I think we have a patient coming. Get the towel, Gervais" Lucas instructed Gervais, who was going up the stairs. "Really?" he hurried down the the hallway and went to the storage room to get a dry towel.
The sirens of the ambulance continued wailing. "Hurry! Hurry! This is an emergency." "What happened here?"
"He is severely burned, doctor, and his pulse if almost disappearing." The doctors helped Mr. Nightingale transfer to the bed.
"Turn the defibrillation monitor on." One of the nurses ripped Mr. Nightingale's shirt and turned the monitor on.
"Go to 180."
"180. Clear." The nurse placed the electrodes on the chest and the stomach. The monitor unknowingly sparked as the joules increased. 360 joules. 39 joules. 450 joules. It kept increasing. Mr. Nightingale began shaking as he was slowly electrecuted.
"Doctor. The monitor is malfunctioning. What should we do and the electrodes is stuck on his body!"
"Pull the plug out!" all of the nurses watched as the patient is electrecuted.
"Hurry!" The nurse hurried down to pull the plug and the monitor sparked. 550 joules. 600 joules. 680 joules.
Mr. Nightingale's eyes opened as the electrodes burned its way to his body and started on fire. Everyone on the room screamed frantically and the doctor took a cloth and tried to put it out. The nurse managed to pull the plug off, and saw Mr. Nightingale's burned body, and she helplessly screamed.
One year later...
"This is Rhonda Katrina Davenport reporting live from the Lions Gate Bridge."
"And we're out, Ms. Daveport." Clemens clicked the camera off. "I just have thank that man that saved our lives from this catastrophic event." Rhonda smiled and rolled her eyes. "Clemens. Turn your camera on again! There is Sam Lawton, the one who foresaw the bridge collapse! Come on!" Rhonda hurried past the crowd.
"Mr. Lawton. Mr. Lawton!" Sam looked at Rhonda as Molly held on his arm. "I only have one question. What was it like to save your co-workers from this devestating collapse?" Sam walked past the media with Molly and ignored Rhonda.
"Dang it!" Rhonda pounded. "I could have a spotlight if I get him to have an interview with me." she looked at Clemens. "You're doing better. I like it. Come on. We have other news to cover." Rhonda pulled the van door open and stepped inside.
Rhonda pulled a flower from her bag and started picking the petals of the flower. "He loves me. He loves me not. I'll be with you soon, Zachry. I can feel it." The van started and drove away from the media and the crowd.