❝ –– perhaps it’s true that things can change in a day. and when they do, those few dozen hours, like the salvaged remains of a burned house—the charred clock, the singed photograph, the scorched furniture—must be resurrected from the ruins and examined. and suddenly, they become the bleached bones of a story.
Looking at the open flap of the girl’s skull, Ellis just glanced back over at Teddy before back down to continue her work. Fixing the burst blood vessels as quickly but as carefully as her fingers could.
Her ears listening carefully to the monitor and to the nurse keeping her up to date with her vitals. As Ellis finished the last vessel before giving Teddy the OK glance. “Open her up before she dies on my table.”
“Right, since you gave me so much time to do it,” Teddy said sardonically. But she knew she didn’t have a second left to waste. Just then, the erratic beeping of the monitor peaked and waned, indicating those last precious seconds were fast slipping away.
“Internal paddles!” Teddy yelled. God, if only she’d
just had a minute longer to do this. The girl’s heart
wouldn’t have been so overtaxed, and it’d never have come to this point — tooth and nail; a chest
open on the table and nothing but a flatline to show
for it. “Charge to 30!”