Jungkook is a ruthless and wealthy businessman who's only concern is getting the deal done and making money. He takes a flight 1225 from South Korea to LA for a Christmas day meeting. A meeting that will take his company to the next level if it is...
I immediately see Mr. Min slumped in his seat and unresponsive as Yea tries to get him to respond.
"What happened?" I question dropping my backpack on the floor.
"He was talking to us and s-suddenly clutched his chest and slumped over." Yeona shakes and is ghostly pale.
"Let's get him on the floor quickly so I can check him out!" I instruct.
I unbuckle him and grab his upper body, but he's heavy. Struggling Yeona tries to take his legs, but she is thin and petite. I know that we must get him down quickly. I tell her to step back, and I will lift him myself, however for safety, two people are ideal. Just as I go to grab him, I hear a commanding voice.
"You grab his legs Taehyung and I have his upper body." It's Jungkook. I'm surprised he remembered my name. "On my count. One, two. and three!" He says with him doing 90% of the effort. He is stronger than he looks.
We lift him and lay him flat on the floor. Jungkook steps back and just watches as I check his vital signs. He is not breathing and nor does he have a pulse.
"We need to start CPR now! I shout ripping open his shirt. I know Yeona is trained in CPR, but she needs to stay calm. "Yeona, you do chest compressions, and I will give rescue breaths!" I tilt Mr. Min's head back, open his airway, and give him two quick breaths. His chest raises with each breath. I move away fast Yeona immediately straddles him and starts chest compressions. I know in an emergency like this someone must direct the team. "Jungkook, on the wall outside the pilot's door is a red box that has the letters AED on it. Go get it, quickly!"
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I hear Jungkook running through the cabin. Yea is paralyzed in terror, but responding effectively. Jungkook returns quickly.
Yeona starts the second cycle of chest compressions while I instruct Jungkook on the AED. "Open the box and press the start button. Put those gloves on and give me a pair too. See those pads? Take them out and connect them to the flashing light. We are going to deliver a shock to his heart if he is not breath and has no heartbeat. Please watch Yeona and me because if we get tired, we'll need you to help. Look at her hands placement. She's pushing hard and fast." Jungkook doesn't say anything but his eyes tell me he's present and listening.
At the end of Yeona's 5 cycles of chest compression, I give Mr. Min two more breaths. I check for Song's vitals again and still there's no pulse or breathing. I hear Yea let out a whimper that sounds like an injured puppy. Time is of essence, and I work hard to not focus on Yea and what she must be going through. My training kicks in and I am completely patient focused.
"Jungkook we're going to need your help to make this work!"
"Sure, just tell me what to do." His voice and tone has no resemblance to the passenger in seat 2B.
