The power of medicine This moment when you are talking casually to a patient and he suddenly arrests in front of you. Yes he dies. You find yourself alone in a closed room. You and a dead patient.
Not the kind they wake you up at night for in order to do a flat ECG. Not the kind you expected to pass away and you now lay at rest.
No this one is young enough to die on you without any warning. This one is talking to you, telling you how he just dropped his daughter off at AUB and he decided to pass by the ER for mild discomfort. And there he goes. Sudden arrhythmia throws him into the tunnel. And you start pumping. Because that is what you do best. 10 seconds later the rest of the team arrives with a defibrillator and the patient is saved.
10 seconds of medicine. Real medicine. Automatism and adrenaline. And he survives. Endorphins storm.
30 minutes later you glance into the room to find his daughter kissing him, crying. She doesn't know that he arrested. She doesn't know that had she been 5 minutes late in the morning her father would most probably have died in his car. She knows she's hugging him again. And she loves him...