A/N This chapter is a bit short but the next one will be longer I promise. Don't forget to review :)
Spectra was speeding down the highway trying to make it to the hospital; her husband who was sitting in the passenger seat turned around and looked at their daughter who was lying in the back seat unconscious; he noticed that Sandra's lips were going blue from the lack of oxygen.
"Spectra….. " her husband called her name. "Sandra…. " He started.
"I know," she replied, as she drove faster down the highway.
After what felt like an eternity, they finally arrived at the hospital; Spectra pulled up beside the emergency room entrance; Dean quickly got out of the car and opened the back door, he took his daughter into his arms and ran into the hospital.
"HELP!" He shouted. "Please someone help, my daughter; she is not breathing," he shouted.
Suddenly one of the doctors appeared in front of him and took his daughter in his arms; the doctor rushed into a room, followed by Dean and Spectra. Sandra's parents watched as the team of doctors and nurses quickly hooked Sandra up to different machines.
"Please save my daughter," Spectra begged them.
The atmosphere in the room was chaotic; there was screaming, shouting as the doctors and nurses tried to help Sandra.
"She has no pulse; start the chest compressions," the doctor ordered.
Spectra and Dean watched in horror as one of the nurses began chest compressions and another one hold a breathing mask over the Sandra's face, pumping air into her lungs.
"You have to leave the room," the third nurse said, as she pushed Dean and Spectra out of the door.
"But my daughter…. " Spectra cried.
"Ma'am, she is in good hands; please let us do our job," she said, as she closed the door in front of them.
"Dean, our daughter… " Spectra muttered, as Dean wrapped his arms around her bringing her close to him.
"Shhhhh…. " He started. "Everything will be alright," he said. "You will see, our daughter if a fighter."
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Inside the room
"Do we have a pulse with chest compressions?" the doctor asked.
"No, sir"
"Alright, get the defibrillator and charge it at 200," he said.
The nurse quickly brought the defibrillator to the doctor; the doctor placed 2 pads on Sandra's naked chest. One pad over the left precordium, and the other on the back, behind the heart in the region between the scapula.
"Defibrillator is charged," the nurse informed the doctor.
"Alright, everyone stay back; clear" he said, as he pressed two small buttons on the pads giving Sandra an electric shock; causing her upper body to jump.
"Nothing," the nurse said, as she looked up at the heart monitor.
"Nurse charge to 300, please."
"Charged."
"Ok, everyone clear."
This time Sandra's upper body jumped a little bit higher.
"Still nothing."
"Nurse…" the doctor called one of the nurses."Give me another one amp of epi and charge at 360."
"Right away, doctor," the nurse replied, giving him epi.
"Charged at 360."
"Everyone stay back; clear."
"There's still no response."
"Continuing cardiac massage," the doctor said, giving the pads to the nurse and began pumping.
"Come on; you can do it; come back to us; come on," he said, under his breath as he continued to pump. "Alright, let's try it again," he said, as he stopped pumping. "Charge at 500," he said, taking the pads from the nurse.
"Charged."
"Clear."
But the line on the heart monitor was still flat.
The doctor puts the pads down and let out a large sigh, as he took off his gloves.
"Sometimes I hate my job," he quietly said, as he looked at the big clock on the wall. "Time of death 10:00 pm."
A/N Precordium: the lower part of the chest, in front of the heart.