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...

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...

Gregory wakes to the sterile sting of antiseptic and the rhythmic beep of monitors, his right arm numb from fingertip to elbow (not the pins-and-needles kind, but a dead weight that shouldn't exist). "Patient's EEG shows no seizure activity," nurse Colleen murmurs to someone just out of sight, her penlight flicking across his unresponsive pupils. Outside the ER bay, rain drums against the windows of St. Peter's Hospital....