WARNING! This is a really short chapter, but please read it. I hate writer's block... Anyway, thanks for reading my story, I don't own any CSI: Miami stuff, and I hope that all of you who didn't get my past chapters on their computers got them and please review telling me if you did or didn't. Thanks again!
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Chapter 10
"Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep," the heart monitor sounded, quickly getting the attention of the two paramedics riding in the ambulance with a badly hurt young man.
"He's flat-lined!" yelled the younger paramedic, obviously afraid of the single sound of the heart monitor.
The older paramedic, with a calm, determined look on his face, quickly grabbed the small, but powerful, electronic devices that sent 200 volts of electricity through your body so your heart would hopefully work again.
"Stand out of the way!" the older paramedic bellowed. He was used to this job so he wasn't as nervous as the younger paramedic was when he heard the heart monitor state that the person it was hooked up to did not have a beating heart.
"Clear!" the paramedic yelled. He had never lost a life before in an ambulance, and this wasn't going to be any exception. However, the sound continued.
"Clear!" the older man yelled again. The younger man waited in anticipation, expecting to hear the machine beeping regularly again. But it didn't.
"Clear!" the man said again, the calm, determined look on his face quickly changing to worry. The older paramedic knew that he wasn't allowed use the small machine more than three times, but he did anyway.
"Clear!" he yelled again, for the fourth time, only to receive a wide-eyed stare from the other man, who also knew of these rules.
"Come on!" the older paramedic yelled through gritted teeth. However, there was nothing.
He slumped dejectedly, staring at the kid in front of him.
"He's so young…" he started to say, only to hear the monitor make the welcoming sound of, "Beep-beep-beep."
Ryan Wolfe was still alive.
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It's a short chapter, I know and I am sooooooo sorry. I was having writer's block (again), and this just came to me this morning so I quickly put it up without realizing that it was all I had. I really hope you can forgive me. I'll write the next chapter soon and it will be really long- I promise! Please forgive me...