Chapter 1

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Chapter 1

Aubry’s POV…

(Sexy Aubry------------->)

 Furiously scrambling with the syringes in the intubation box, I tuned out the bleating alarms of the Code Blue speakers as it alerted the entire hospital of where the emergency was located. I kicked the pedal on the patient’s bed instantly dropping the eighty-two year old Mrs. Weiss prone in the bed, to prepare her for the Respiratory staff to begin CPR to try to resuscitate her failing heart. Calling out the name and amount of the drug I was pushing into the distressed woman’s I.V. I knew another one of my co-workers was carefully recording everything being done to the poor woman, as her family wailed in the corner, huddled together in a moment of panicked uncertainty. I focused on the instructions being barked out by the Intensive Care Specialist Dr. Rowe, I quickly drew up syringe after syringe, while Martin and Jenna, the Respiratory Therapists took turns rhythmically pumping on the woman’s chest, trying in vain to get the patient’s heart pumping again into a normal rhythm.

  The synchronized dance of the blue alert team continued for an agonizing forty-five minutes. Dr. Rowe called for us to pause and my hand immediately went to a pulse point on the woman’s wrist. I felt nothing, so my hand moved to her throat, still nothing. He called for the defibrillator pads, and Connie, the Charge Nurse on duty automatically placed them on the proper places of Mrs. Weiss’ chest. Charging the equipment I hollered out clear for the safety of everyone in the room so that they didn’t accidently get shocked by the electricity used to stimulate the dying woman’s heart. We all watched as the woman’s body received a jolt of electricity causing her to buck up clear off the mattress, I popped my head up and studied her heart’s pace on the monitor and the sluggish peaks and waves didn’t look promising at all.

 Dr. Rowe called for us to resume CPR and for more medication to be pumped into the intravenous line, of which I had on hand and called out so that they could be recorded on the treatment record. The Doctor stepped out and glided over to the family. I knew exactly what he was explaining to the distraught relatives. He was painting the picture vividly for them to understand that despite our best efforts, Mrs. Weiss was not responding to our endeavors to keep her on this earthly plain. I watched as her family as they huddled even closer together and I saw the resignation in their eyes as they glanced into the room and scanned us all working furiously over their loved one.

 They cringed with every downward thrust on her sternum, pumping her heart for her since it was failing to do so by itself. I continued to crack open vials and prefilled syringes and called out what I had and how much in detail. Another minute or two passed, but for the medical staff working in the room, it felt like hours, staff rotated all performing the shoulder numbing CPR compressions, except for me. I was the medication lead, my job was to push what was ordered and keep focused on task so changing around for the person in charge of the medicine was not allowed, and medication administration dispensing errors were prevented this way.

 Dr. Rowe stepped back into the room after his conversation with her loved ones. He called a halt to everything and studied the monitor. We all watched as the beat got slower and slower, and her blood pressure readings start to blink, indicating that it was now too low to be read by the sensors and the machine. The family stepped up and we cleared out to give them some space, Connie and I stayed discreetly to the side as the family hovered over their loved one in her last moments of life. We quickly disposed of the needles and vials in the sharps containers and medicine boxes. Someone had hauled the crash cart out of the room and into the hall out of the way. Dr. Rowe stayed just inside the door frame. I glanced at him from under my lashes and noted the pallor of his skin. I walked over to him and discreetly asked if he was alright.

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