Crossing Paths 14
Compression—
As soon as Sanchez released him, Don slammed open the door and sprinted across the tarmac.
"A head shot would be most effective. Something fast and bloody to distract the guards from the chest shot."
Don's feet pounded, echoing the rush of blood in his ears.
"Three to five minutes to brain death is normal, but it's a matter of seconds if the lungs have been emptied from an impact."
Don reached Will far ahead of the EMTs. He yanked the dart with the knock-down drug from Will's chest and flung it aside.
"He'll only have the barest moment before he needs CPR. The drug isn't supposed to be used in this high of a dose, but it needs to take immediate effect."
He tilted Will's head up, gave two rescue breaths, then moved to chest compressions.
"Count aloud as you compress 30 times."
"Breathe, dammit!" Don growled as he jammed the heel of his hand into Will's chest, over and over.
The first EMT reached Will, shoved Don aside, and slapped a defibrillator on Will's chest. A second EMT took over the rescue breathing, using a resuscitation bag. The defibrillator beeped and buzzed and Will's body jumped.
The EMT then moved the defibrillator and began another round of chest compressions. She frowned, poked buttons on the defibrillator and ran it again.
Will arched, sucked in air, began to cough. He gave a deep groan, a beautiful sound, and opened his eyes.
He tried to push the resuscitation mask aside, but the EMTs were firm. While they continued to work on him, his eyes shifted sideways and lit on Don. They widened then looked confused.
Finally, the EMT removed the mask and Will's head turned towards Don.
"Hey babe," Will said with a tired smile. "What are you doing here?"