Nov 16, 2005 02:54
brainiac-5, aquaman, black manta, oracle, mera, sub diego secession, atom
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Get the paddles ready, dammit! We're probably going to need them!
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Okay, come on, baby, we're here, just a little longer, okay?
He carries her over to the bed and sets her down - he's already snapped off most of the trident.
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Pulse... not responding, going to second pulse point... not responding. Administering 20ccs of adrenaline, then paddles...
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Arthur... come on back here, okay? Give the kid some room to work...
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You should help, Ray. You're smart. Come on, man, you can help him, I know you can...
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Adrenaline administered, defibrillator... clear!
He jolts the dead body with five hundred volts and begins priming the paddles again.
No reaction. Clear!
Again.
No reaction. Clear!
Again.
...no reaction.
A deep breath.
Subject dead on arrival.
He throws the paddles away, disgusted.
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Arthur! She's gone, Arthur! There's nothing we can do!
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No! NO! She wants to live! She's gonna live!
He runs forward and starts administering CPR.
Come on. Come on, baby. One, two, three, four.
He bends over and exhales into her lungs.
Come on, work with me.
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Arthur. She's gone.
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