This rhythm of chest compressions, ventilation, and medication administration persisted unabated until signs of life resumed.
This desperate, coordinated dance of resuscitation mounted in an attempt to yard Lucian back from the clutches of mortality.
"Lucian," she whispered. The name fell from her lips, a desperate prayer whispered to the indifferent hospital walls.
Eyes wide and filled with fear, Liz watched as a nurse swiftly prepped the equipment by Dr. Marcus's side.
The hum of the charging defibrillator hung heavily in the air, a grim promise of what was to come.
Inside the emergency room, time seemed to slow as Liz remained rooted to the spot, her gaze unblinkingly fixed on Lucian, lying motionless amidst a flurry of medical staff.
Their movements were a blur, a series of deft, rehearsed actions with a single aim - saving Lucian.
