Fifty six year old male got into a car crash with a drunk driver," A paramedic said as she wheeled in a gurney with a slightly over weight man on it.

"On my count; one, two, three," Carter said and shoved the man onto a bed.

"Get a blood gas and start another IV," He ordered.

He looked out the window and saw a women, appeared to be older like him, maybe his wife.

"I'll go explain," Chen Mi said then left.

Just a moment after she disappeared behind the doors, leading what Carter guessed to be his wife to the waiting room, alarms started beeping and going off.

"He's crashing! Shock it to 200 and someone get Chen back in here and ask the women she's with if he has a DNR," John told a new nurse.

"Clear," Elizabeth said and shocked him.

"Sinus tact. Okay, give him another round of eppy."

Just then, he saw Chen with the women, but she had stopped crying. "Got this, Pratt? If you need me, go get me," Carter said then left.

"Hi, are you his wife or family member?" He said when he got outside to the women.

"Ye-yes, I'm his sister. We live together. Is he gonna be okay?" She asked.

"Well, he has slim chances. I'm sorry. Do you know if he has a DNR?" He replied.

"No, we never talked about that stuff. I don't think he even thought about it."

"Carter, he's crashing!" Pratt yelled.

"What happened?" Carter burst through the doors.

"His pulse ox is down," The new nurse told him.

"Got it, bag him," He told her.

"Bag him?" The nurse said, confused.

"Yeah…."

Then, before he could explain to the nurse, another alarm started beeping.

"That's it, shock to 100!" He demanded.

"Clear," Chen said.

45 minutes later, they were still shocking him.

"We'll never get him back. I'm calling it. Time of death, 2:38," Chen announced.