We are wheeling our way through a crowded hallway full of obviously bullshit patients. We have on the gurney a guy who’s been shocked out of VF 5 times already. He goes into VF again. F, my partner, charges the defibrillator and says nonchalantly, “Clear!”
All 4 of us let go of the gurney at the same time. The gurney keeps rolling slowly down this hallway, us walking with it, unguided. F lifts the defibrillator off the patient’s legs with one hand.
He defibrillates with the press of a button.
The VF converts. Again.
The gurney keeps rolling with its inertia. We put our hands back on it.
Looking at the idiots in the hallway beds watching this scene attentively, I barely manage to suppress the urge to ask them why the fuck they are at the hospital.