Racing Against Time

Orion rushed in, his coat all messed up, “What’s the scoop?”

“Oxygen levels took a nosedive, she’s out like a light, heart’s playing hooky... Things are hanging by a thread.” The worse things got, the cooler the head needed to be.

Eulalia’s face was ghostly pale, lips a nasty shade of blue, no pulse, no heartbeat...

“Get the defibrillator!”

Orion sucked in a pained breath; he had never seen Eulalia this wasted. If only he had been there for her, maybe she wouldn’t have ended up like this.

Despair crept up from the depths of his soul, like a drop of ink spreading through a glass of water, turning it pitch black.

During the painstaking resuscitation, Eulalia’s heartbeat gradually came back, like the calm before the storm. She somehow managed to pry her eyes open a sliver.

Her oxygen mask was fogged up, everything was a blurry white, which freaked her out. But when she caught a glimpse of Orion, she felt a tad better. She wanted to say something, but she didn’t have the strength.

Pain ha