The Unexpected Hero. Rachel Lee

can see that.”

      “Except that tests didn’t show anything wrong with her kidneys.”

      “Things change.” Krissie rubbed her eyes, trying to hold back a tidal wave of despair. Before long, the second-guessing would set in. It always did and seldom helped. A lot of medical people, herself included, belonged to a secret society of flagellants, beating themselves up when they lost a patient they felt they shouldn’t have. Given another half hour, she’d probably be telling herself it was all her fault for taking a break.

      “Damn it, David, we both know how fast things can change. She’d evidently had a heart attack in the past. Hence the arrhythmia that caused the congestive heart failure.”

      “I know that,” he snapped. “And I was treating all of that. The arrhythmia, the edema…”

      “I know.” She almost snapped back.

      “Maybe I shouldn’t have cut so much diuretic.”

      Krissie shook her head. “That change shouldn’t have caused such a big effect so fast.”

      “No, you’re right.”

      Astonished that he had so quickly accepted her judgment after snapping at her, she blinked and stared at him.

      He turned to the monitor and hit the buttons to play back the hour before the attack.

      “Coffee?” Krissie asked finally. Every nerve in her body seemed to be firing. “I can’t just sit here.”

      “Sure. Thanks. Black, please.”

      Forcing herself to stand, she walked back toward the nurses’ break room. She didn’t want to wonder if things might have been different if she hadn’t gone on break, if Julie and Nancy hadn’t been so obviously overtaken by the enormity of what they were facing. Training. She’d need to give them more training. They were little more than kids, really.

      And none of those thoughts helped. A woman had died, and no one in the medical profession would ever be comfortable with that outcome if there was the remotest possibility they might have prevented it.

      She filled two cups, paused to look at her sandwich, then, realizing she wouldn’t be able to eat it, swept the remains into the trash.

      Back at the ward, she found David peering intently at the monitor. “There it is,” he said, when she came up and put the coffee beside him.

      “What?”

      “See that? Major slowdown. Like it just wound down.”

      “Arrhythmia?”

      “For about fifteen seconds before the slowdown. Easy enough to miss. The monitor should have alarmed.”

      “Maybe it did. It was screeching when I got here, and Julie and Nancy were in the patient’s room.”

      He nodded slowly. “It was fast.”

      She scanned the playback as he ran through it again. “Awfully fast.”

      “Looks more like SCA, sudden cardiac arrest.”

      Krissie nodded. “Not much time to do anything.”

      “No.” He lowered his head for a moment. “I need to call her family.”

      The worst task of all, Krissie thought. “I’ll talk to Julie and Nancy, see if I can learn anything additional. For the report.”

      He nodded. “Thanks. God knows what I’m going to tell the family.” He pushed forward on the ECG readout, then said, “It’s clear compressions were started in about a minute.” The spikes showed that clearly. “You weren’t too late.”

      It struck her then that he was trying to let her know she couldn’t have done any more. His generosity, when he was sitting there blaming himself, was all the more touching. And totally unexpected after the way they had started.

      “David—”

      He cut her off. “I need to call the family.” He rose and strode away, looking lonely as only a doctor at a time like this could.

      The phlebotomist emerged from Mrs. Alexander’s room with his cart, trundling all the blood samples to the lab. Moments later the orderlies came out, carrying away trash, pushing the crash cart with them to restock it and prepare it for another code. Then came Julie and Nancy, both with hanging heads.

      “We messed up,” Nancy said as they joined Julie behind the counter and sat. “We called the code and called you, but we should have started CPR.”

      “Yes, you should have.” But Krissie took pity on them, too. “I was there in less than a minute. Compressions started soon enough anyway.”

      They nodded. “We never had anyone die before,” Julie said softly. “Never.”

      Krissie looked at them, not knowing quite what to say. “It never gets any easier,” she managed finally. “Now just make sure Mrs. Alexander is ready to be seen by her family. I’m going to check on the other patients. If any of them awoke, they’re probably disturbed by this. Tomorrow, we’ll talk about managing these events a little better.”

      Rising, she touched their shoulders in turn. “We learn from our mistakes. I still do. But there was nothing you could have done that would have saved her.”

      The two girls nodded, but neither looked particularly relieved.

      To her dismay, she found the boy with the broken leg, Tom Mason, wide awake and looking frightened. He was only ten. “Am I going to die, too?”

      “Of course not!” Krissie pulled a chair closer to his bed. “You’re young and healthy. The person who died was very old and sick. There’s a difference.”

      He nodded and allowed her to pat his hand as she sat beside him.

      “I know it’s scary for you,” she said calmly. “It’s scary for everyone. But you don’t even have a heart monitor, which should tell you something.”

      “Okay.”

      She waited, giving him space to talk, to say whatever he needed to, but he remained quiet, as if trying to sort through things in his own mind his own way.

      “Look,” she said presently, “Some people are sick and come to hospitals to die. Others, like you, just managed to break their legs jumping out of a tree, and they come here to get better. Before you know it, you’re going to be hobbling around on crutches and asking your friends to sign your cast. Just tell them not to use dirty words.”

      At that, a shy smile peeped out. “Mom would be furious.”

      “You better believe it. She’ll probably go get a can of white paint to cover it up. And what if she just keeps painting the rest of you?”

      A tired little laugh escaped him. “She’d paint my bottom, and it wouldn’t be with a paintbrush.”

      Krissie forced a grin. “You think she’d spank you?”

      He shook his head after a minute. “She never hits me. She doesn’t have to.”

      “Oh,” Krissie said knowingly. “The mother voice.”

      “Yeah. And Dad says her looks can kill.”

      “Oh, I know all about that. My mother never spanked me, either, but one look and I’d practically burst into flames or something.”

      “I go hide. I hate it when she’s mad at me.”

      “Somehow I think she doesn’t get mad at you often.”

      “No,” he said with confidence. “I’m pretty good most of the time.”

      “I believe you.”

      He looked at her from the corner of his eye. “But she was mad when I jumped out of that tree. Especially