A Place in the Sun - cash au-

Revival

Cameron POV

I clench my eyes shut, unwilling to watch the love of my life die. It's chaos, multiple people talk at the same time, it's hard to make out what they're saying.

I make out the commanding tone of Nash's surgeon, barking out orders in rapid succession. The monitor is still beeping wildly, the sound of Nash's ventilator continues to breath for him and I can hear the fast squeaking of the bed as someone does chest compressions on Nash. Tears sting my eyes, forcing them open and the scene is blurry before I wipe them away.

Nash's nurse is doing chest compressions, she has a look of determination on her face as she throws all of her strength into what she's doing. Another nurse has a syringe in her hands and is slowly pushing something into it as the surgeon continues to direct their actions.

"Stop compressions in 15 seconds, clear the patient for AED analysis and pulse check." He commands and they follow his orders.

"Pulse?" He questions a younger doctor who checks for the pulse.

"No pulse," he replies and the robotic voice of a machine that sits on top of a cart speaks.

"Shock advised," it says. "Charging."

The nurse does more chest compressions while they wait for it to charge and when they clear Nash.

"Clear," the doctor commands and the nurse steps back, the machine shocks Nash and his body jolts as the electric shock attempts to restart his heart.

My eyes sting with tears and I stare at the monitor, willing it to go back to the steady beating that assures me that Nash is still alive.

The monitor still has the erratic beating and the team jumps back into action. Time seems to slow down as they get into a rhythm, they follow the same cycle multiple times, each time a shock is advised and the longer they work on Nash, the worse I feel.

"Please, God. Please... he doesn't deserve to have his life end like this." I beg in a desperate whisper and my eyes close as I continue my supplication to whatever higher power is up in the sky.

When I open my eyes I see someone else has taken over compressions and Nash's nurse is now pushing medication into his veins.

"Push 2 of Epi!" Nash's surgeon barks out and someone quickly hands the nurse the drug that can save Nash's life.

This time I can't close my eyes, if these are the last moments that Nash has, I need to see him.

The erratic beating stops and my heart drops as I look at the monitor, expecting to see a flat line but it looks like a normal heart rhythm.

The solid beeping that soothes me at night resumes and the team seems to let out a collective sigh of relief.

"We have a pulse," someone calls out and my hand shakes as I run it through my hair.

They don't leave right away, they stay and make sure Nash's heart doesn't give out again and almost an hour passes before it's me, Nash's nurse and Nash.

I take my spot at his bedside again and gently take his hand, it's warm and pink. I lift it to my lips and kiss it gently.

"Thank you," I whisper and Nash's nurse stops fiddling around with his IV tubing to look at me.

I can tell the adrenaline is still pumping through her veins because her eyes are wide and her hand shakes slightly.

"Nash is a fighter, Mr.Dallas. He's strong and he'll make it," she tells me reassuringly and I close my eyes, I rest my forehead on our linked hands, not caring if she can see me at my most vulnerable.