A Chicago PD Au fanfiction | Hollow

Twelve

It's crazy how things change. Everything change, people, weather, earth, space; everything change and most of the time we don't do anything because it's normal. But sometimes the change is bad, but still, we can't do anything.

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Jennifer let go of my hand and put it on the mask she has over her mouth, she takes it off and put it on the side of the stretcher. I look at Sylvie, I can tell she doesn't like what Jennifer does but it should be okay for a few seconds. Hesitantly, she opens her mouth to say something but nothing comes out except for a few painful mumbling words I can't understand.

She cough, but only once. She lay her hand on her stomach without caring about the blood getting smudged everywhere.

"Easy there" Sylvie says and make sure that Jennifer doesn't move again.

She start to cough again, but this time, several times. It is a barking cough. And at the end of each cough it has this whistling sound you get when the airways are closing up. They are coming thick and fast now and she is struggling to get enough air. It is bad for sure and we have to get her to the hospital fast.

It starts beeping, loudly and quickly. Immediately when I hear it, I look at the Cardiac Monitor, the numbers are falling, rapidly; it's 49, 30, 20.

Sylvie and I switch places.
"Call back Chicago med, she's going into cardiac arrest!" Sylvie almost screams. I can feel how Chili, who's driving, tramp on the gas pedal and how the ambulance accelerates even more.

Chili says something into her radio from the drivers seat but I can't really hear what she says. But I can clearly hear "Cardiac arrest" and "three minutes". We are probably three minutes away.

Sylvie brings out a hose and rips it out of the plastic packaging, with a flashlight and a tool that I've never seen before, she presses down the tube in Jennifer's throat. She attaches a big blue silicone bubble in the hose and press it once, which should correspond to a breath.

"She's arresting!" says Sylvie.

She press and turn a few buttons and also look carefully so the electrone stickers are stuck.

"Shocking.. Clear!" She say and press a big button.

Jennifer twitches because of the electricity but the only difference is that the monitor now says 0. From one of the thousand boxes Sylvie pick up a shot and stick it into the cannula.

"Pushing EPI" She say.

She's starting to do CPR by hand, I'm just sitting here, doing nothing but to watch her. There's nothing else to do. When I look at Jennifer I get cold, I feel weird. It's crazy how things change. Everything change, people, weather, earth, space; everything change and most of the time we don't do anything because it's normal. But sometimes the change is bad, but still, we can't do anything.

Her eyes that once danced with light are now vacant and staring. The once rosy complexion is waxy and pale. The mouth that was so quick to smile in life lies stiff and agape. The face that always pulled of a grimace is now relaxed and rigid. The arms that held me tight when I was sad or angry, that wrapped me in warmth and security are arranged along her side like a action toy straight from the packaging. The legs that used to playfully kick me or run after me when I scared her are just laying still, which they never do. And if all that wasn't enough there is a dark red stain on her stomach, even with all this, staring at her lifeless form I can't believe she is so close to gone. Something that powerfully alive can't just disappear, and she won't either. I know she will fight, and she won't give up, never. That's now how she do things, she has never given up on something, not even a single little argue about a cookie or the name of a pet.

I know for sure that Jennifer told me, that her older brother always told her, "the moment you're ready to quit is usually the moment right before a miracle happens"