We need to let them do their jobs Tina. Well stand right outside the door.but we need to stay out of their way. EEEEEEEEEEEEEE.

NO! NO, I will NOT LEAVE HER! My voice is raised in defense of my position.

Tina.Tina, look at me, his voice is growing more stern. Well stand right outside where we can here whats going onand we can watch through the window. How does that sound? I allow him lead me through the doorway.not once removing my eyes from my love. EEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeee..the volume fades as we leave the room. Over the next few minutes, the medical staff tries to bring Bette back. Her heart has stopped three times already and the more times it stops the less likely it is to start pumping again. The doctors words ring in my head. But Im not ready to let her go yet. Tears stream down my face as I watch the scene unfold.

Get me a sonogram; we need to find out it her aorta has ruptured. The doctor immediately takes charge barking orders at his minions. Start compressions. Wheres that crash cart. He continues to state his wishes as the nurses and other staff jump to their assigned jobs. The ventilator is detached and replaced with a manual bag. As I watch on in horror, tears flowing freely, the long tone of the heart monitor still echoes through the department. EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.Stop compressionslets make a quick check of the wound. I look to see blood soaking through her bandagedid they tear open the stitches? I hope whatever hes looking for with the sonogram isnt bad. I watch the doctor place the wand against Bettes chest as he studies the machine its attached to. He moves the wand around a few times and finally puts it away. Okay people, it looks like her aorta is holding up. Get some fresh gauze for the wound.well worry about the sutures later. Lets get the crash chart in here. He looks around to make sure his orders are being followed. Lets push some Epi. Charge to 200..clear. He places the paddles on her chest and gives her body a jolt. It lifts her body a full two inches of the cot. A she falls back down the monotone of the machine starts once again. EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEGet the Epi in her. I see a nurse inject something into Bette I.V. tube. Charge to 300, requests the doctor. Clear Once more, Bettes body is jolted to life if only momentarily. As she settles back on the bed I hear the tone calling out still. EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEI cant take this anymore. I cant watch her dienot like this. I turn away from the window and lean against it. Feeling my legs weaken I lower myself to the floor and listen to the doctor make a final effort. Charge to 300! Come on Bette, dont die on us now. Clear! THUD, I hear the sound of her body jumping one last time then listen for the beep

To Be Continued