Avery
My chest felt tight as I pumped my limbs, running after Jon. It reminded me of running for a crash bleep as a junior doctor. Adrenaline honed my focus as millions of guidelines I’d ever read ran through my mind. We skidded around a corner, and I stumbled on the edge of a rug. Jon grabbed my elbow.
Diazepam, midazolam, what was next? When was the last time I’d intubated a child? What drugs did they have here? The hospital doors loomed closer. We crashed through them, leaving them gaping wide behind us.
No alarms blared, no crash team swarmed around as we pelted through to the back corridor, but everything seemed to move in slow motion as we rounded the doorway into Rufus’ room.
“Time of death six-oh-seven.”
The breath froze in my lungs as Dr. Crofts disconnected the Ambu bag from
