Rebecca?’ I nodded numbly, my eyes on the casualty on the other side of the room. The CPR that was being administered expelled even more blood. It pooled on the mat and seeped through the cracks in my varnished floorboards. The third paramedic, balding and in his fifties, attached the pads from the defibrillator. A button was pressed, and a mechanical voice repeated the command, stand clear. My television flashed in the background, as a news
