The EMTs were doing chest compressions and connecting IVs and everything in their power to keep their chief alive.

“The epi syringe!”

His partner was already ripping the packaging open. She gave the shot right into the chief’s arm ignoring the IV port.

“Still no heartbeat. We’re gonna lose him!”

“Pads are on. Ready to shock.”

“I’m clear.”

“Shocking!”

“We’ve got a heartbeat.”

“What’d I tell ya? All is not lost when we’re on the call.”

[Note: I did not follow the prompt exactly. Just used the words. In order. Maybe I will write a different piece following the prompt a different day.]