“Ambulance 741 Bravo to Montgomery, requesting an ALS upgrade stat” my partner yells into her radio, and doesn’t wait for a response before throwing said radio onto the couch in the corner of the room. I focus back onto my hands, making sure I am pressing deep enough. Up and down my hands go on our patient’s chest, his body cold and lifeless underneath my hands. Up and down my hands continue, waiting a half a second after each push to allow the heart to fill once more. I can hear my biology teacher in my head, explaining the chambers of the heart as a pattern; that what goes up must come down. Wh...
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