Fear is a really terrifying thing. Isn't it. It cripples you. Paralyses you. Leaves you vulnerable. It throws you to your demons when you least expect it. Thoughts dance according to the devils tune. They leave you in a trance and dazed. Walking aimlessly. Living aimlessly.
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4 years ago
Jaebeom rushed into their base, carrying their father.
The rest of the brothers followed behind. Worry written all over their faces.
Gulf had already received the news and had the stretcher ready.
"Fuck what happened?!" Gulf asked.
Jaebeom clenched his jaw.
"Father was checking on the D24 shipment. He wanted to make sure that D24 wouldn't end up in the wrong hands. So he figured to get his hands on it first. But during the transaction, he got shot out of nowhere. We were able to pull him out but as you can see, he is not in good shape."
Gulf ran the operation laboratory tests. Fast. The longer the bullet and its parts are inside, the higher the risk of the operation.
His general condition is worsening, his father is unconscious, not co-operative, disoriented and vital signs are unstable.
On physical examination; a 1-cm-wide entry wound was observed on the left side of the neck but there was no evidence of an exit wound. There were significant swelling in the neck area and subcutaneous extensive emphysema at palpation.
A foreign body was observed in front of the right first rib on lung PA graphy. Computed tomography showed 11mm foreign body which entered from left anterolateral of the lower cervical region, passed through left thyroid lobe, ruptured posterior wall of the trachea and esophagus and stopped in front of the right rib by hitting the T1 vertebral body. There were free air densities in patients' soft tissue of neck and mediastinum.
No one ever lived from getting shot by D24. Even if the bullet didn't hit your vital parts, the parts that split from it would.
But still, Gulf had to try.
"Let's get him to the operating room." Gulf pushed the stretcher on the left while Jaebeom pushed on the right.
The operation started. They were mid-way through it.
And that was when the chaos started.
"Beep beep beep-"
The change in the sound generated from the monitor set the start of a living nightmare.
"Synchronised cardioversion. 150 joules."
"Remove the drape."
All hands were off the operating table, two scrambling to remove the drape.
"Charged." The operating room nurse handed Gulf the paddles.
"Step back."
"Clear!" The body jolted.
Gulf lifted the paddles, the physician assistant stepping in to start the compressions.
"Compression."
Gulf looked at the monitor. Assessing the situation.
"Inject 1mg of epinephrine every three minutes through the IV.
Ambu bag.
Checking his heartbeat." Gulf felt the pulse at the side of the neck.
Fuck.
"Charge to 200 joules."
"It's charged."
"Step back!
Clear!"
"300 mg of amiodarone."
The hand that was lying on the operating table fell.
"Asystole (Absence of ventricular contractions)."
Gulf bit back his tears, continuing to do the compressions.
Until all the four lines on the monitor were flat.
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