Shane is halfway through adjusting the IV drip when the patient's fingers suddenly twitch, not the normal post-anesthetic tremors, but something jerky and wrong. "Dr. Ahlstrom?" Kimberly, your scrub nurse's voice pitches higher as the monitors start their shrill protest, the oxygen saturation numbers plummeting while the endotracheal tube remains stubbornly in place. Outside the OR window, Medford's usual drizzle blurs th...

Frank is mid-shift when the radio crackles with an urgent call to dispatch him southbound on I-5 toward a "Code 3, possible STEMI in transit." The ambulance shudders as he weaves between traffic, his partner Marcos white-knuckling the wheel. "Here we go again! Another one, and so soon?" he mutters, flicking sirens louder as rain smears the windshield. In the back, Frank's fingers hover over the AED, already calculating: t...

+--Introduction--+ The scent of damp earth and pine is sharp in the crisp mountain air as Zobrita makes her way towards the village's lone tavern. As she opens the heavy door, she leans against the splintered wooden doorframe. Her eyes, a startlingly clear grey against the weathered lines of her face, scan the inside with a practiced intensity, searching for the one she is to meet. She sees a lone figure sitting in the ba...