"Code Blue in room 12", is called over the intercom. I drop the yogurt I was preparing for another patient as I sprint down the hall to room where a 70 year old heart attack patient is beginning to turn blue. As the first nurse to arrive, I begin CPR without hesitation. 30 compressions to 2 breaths, is all that runs through my mind as I try to save the patient from cyanosis. Subconsciously I drown out my co-workers rushing into the room to join me. The sounds of the beeping from each machine begins to disappear into the distance the longer I give compressions. . Time begins to slip away as I count rhythmically to myself. Eventually I'm pulled away, completely drained, replaced by a defibrillator. After a couple shocks from the defibrillator,
