"The blood pressure continues to drop!" The nurse's voice was filled with tears. I forced myself to calm down, but the movements of my hands became faster and faster. Tracheal intubation, cardiopulmonary resuscitation, electric shock defibrillation... I have repeated each step thousands of times, but this time, my hands kept shaking.
The electrocardiogram waveform on the monitor became weaker and weaker, like a candle swaying in the wind. I pressed his chest desperately, sweat dripping down my forehead and mixing with his blood. The sound of his faint breathing came to my ears. It was the sound I was most familiar with, but it made my heart ache at the moment.
"Hold on, please..." I choked, not daring to pause in the movements of my hands. His eyelashes trembled slightly, as if he wanted to open his eyes to take one last look at me. How I hope this is a nightmare, and when I wake up, he will wait for me in the duty room after get off work as usual and give me a warm hug.
But the green line on the monitor eventually turned into a straight line, and the piercing alarm echoed in the emergency room. My hands dropped weakly, tears blurring my vision. His body gradually became colder. I held his hand and felt the last trace of warmth passing from my fingertips.
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