personal. She loved Frank. He was one of the kindest, nicest guys she’d ever worked with. It would be so easy to be emotional. But she couldn’t let herself be. She always had to put a wall between herself and the patient she was treating—it couldn’t be personal. Not in any way at all.
As for Lieutenant Commander Mitchell? She needed a partner in crime right now. And it seemed it would have to be him. None of the other medical staff were here. She was Frank’s best chance and that was all she could focus on.
She positioned herself above the chest, kneeling on the hard floor and crossing her hands one over the other on Frank’s chest. She couldn’t even count how many times she’d done this before.
What she really needed was an oxygen supply, IV access, a defibrillator, cardiac monitoring and a whole host of emergency drugs. What she had was herself and Austin Mitchell. And just how much use could a guy be whose call sign was Bates?
‘We’re going to do thirty to two.’
He blinked and she recognised his confusion.
She started compressions, counting out loud while recognition dawned on Austin’s face. This was as up close and personal as they’d got. His face was only a few inches from hers, positioned opposite and above Frank’s face. There were a few tiny lines around the corners of his eyes. A shadow along his jaw line and dark lashes around his blue eyes.
On an ordinary day the features of Austin Mitchell would be a lot to admire. Today, she couldn’t allow them to distract her.
She got to thirty and stopped for a second. The door swung open as Austin bent automatically to do the two breaths. She had no idea if he had any first-aid experience. But he tilted the head back to the right angle, pinched Frank’s nose and covered Frank’s mouth with his and breathed out at a steady rate.
‘Oh, Frank. No.’ Marcia’s voice was both shocked and scared. Corrine started compressions again, counting in her head. ‘Ask if they’ve got an AED,’ she said automatically. ‘A defib,’ she added.
‘Right.’ Marcia disappeared out of the door only to be replaced by Adam and Blair.
She started counting out loud to prepare Austin for his next stint. ‘Twenty-seven, twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty.’ She sat back for a second and took a deep breath.
‘Someone find out how long the ambulance will be,’ she directed as Austin finished the breaths and sat back. She started counting out loud again. It didn’t matter that in theory she knew the person doing the compressions should change every two minutes. There was no way she’d let someone who’d never done this before take over from her. Getting the compressions right was important.
‘No defib.’ Marcia’s pale face appeared in the doorway again. Blair put his arm around her shoulder automatically. Adam gave a little shake of his head. ‘I’ll wait outside for the ambulance.’
‘Six minutes,’ came the shout from outside.
Six minutes. She could do that. She was being methodical. Pushing everything else from her brain. This was Frank. The guy with years of experience at WSSA and the most self-deprecating humour. He could find something to joke about even on the darkest of days. But most of all he listened. He’d welcomed her as a new instructor. Shown her all the ropes. Explained the systems, procedures and protocols that could be mind-boggling and sent her in the right direction when things had seemed like a puzzled map of tunnels.
He lived and breathed WSSA. Had done for years. His wife had died of cancer a few years ago and, although he spent his holidays with his grown-up daughter, he was first at work in the morning and last away at night.
There was no way she was going to have to make that I’m so sorry call to his daughter, Lucy.
She was praying for a coronary—even a massive one with a clot could be dealt with by an angioplasty and stented if necessary. A pulmonary embolism would—at this stage—have probably caused fatal damage. A stroke could be similar.
The muscles in her arms started to burn a little. It was nothing. She could handle it. A warm hand reached over hers as she counted out loud. ‘Want to swap?’
It was probably only a millisecond. But it seemed like so much more. It was the first time she’d recognised sincerity in Austin Mitchell’s gaze. On every other occasion his confidence had almost seemed to mock her. But this time it was different. This time she saw a glimmer of the man he actually was instead of the person he showed the world.
His gaze seemed to drift downwards, then he gave his head a little shake and met her eyes again.
She glanced down. It was clear from his position that he had a prime-time view straight down the front of her shirt to her cleavage. At least he’d had the decency to avert his eyes. Austin Mitchell wasn’t all face and bravado.
‘I’m fine,’ she said quickly. ‘Just keep going.’
And he did. They worked in unison for the next few minutes. She could hear the voices outside. The other candidates had realised that something was wrong but Blair stood across the doorway and none would dare argue with him. They didn’t need to see Frank like this.
Every compression hurt her arms and made her shoulders ache. But she didn’t care. She was trying not to let the statistics she knew about MI circulate around her brain. Defibrillation was the best bet. Every minute it was delayed reduced Frank’s chances.
There was a shout outside and Adam ran in with the paramedics behind him. He must have filled them in on who she was because they didn’t bombard her with a series of questions. One immediately pulled out the pads for the defibrillator and the other opened the carton of drugs. She ripped open Frank’s shirt and let the paramedic place the pads, watching the monitor and praying for a shockable rhythm.
Someone was listening. VF. Ventricular fibrillation. The automated response from the machine filled the air. ‘Stand clear, shocking.’
She reached for the IV kit, her eyes not leaving the monitor. Frank’s body jerked in response to the shock. The thin green line reappeared, squiggly with no discernible pattern.
‘Stand clear, shocking,’ the machine said again. The room was silent. Frank’s body jerked once again and this time the line was different. It took a few seconds to appear, but this time it was a slow sinus rhythm.
Corrine didn’t stop to think. She turned Frank’s arm over and quickly inserted a cannula for venous access. They’d need it if he arrested again.
Everything moved like clockwork. Austin sat back, allowing the other paramedic to check the airway and slip an oxygen mask in place as they positioned Frank onto the stretcher.
There was no end of volunteers to help take the stretcher out to the waiting ambulance and Corrine gave one of the paramedics a nod. ‘I’ll be coming with you.’
He acknowledged her as they lifted Frank into the back of the ambulance. Marcia came over and grabbed her arm. ‘Call me as soon as you get there. Adam’s already contacting Frank’s daughter. We’ll let you know when we get her.’
Something prickled at the back of her spine. She looked at the crowded, anxious faces staring into the back of the ambulance. One was missing.
‘Give me a sec,’ she shouted to the paramedic as he hooked Frank up to their
