It took four tries with the defibrillator before they had a rhythm again, the crowds that had gathered sighing in apprehensive relief as the paramedics worked to wrap Ciaran's head to control the bleeding as another performed a needle decompression to buy the kid some time before they got to the hospital for a chest tube. Time was of the essence here, the boy needed blood or his heart was going to fail again.
"Are you coming with him? We need to go now!" Stanley yelled as they rushed to get Ciaran onto the stretcher and into the ambulance. He would have to work as they moved, his heart was slowing already, his blood pressure dangerously low.
He didn't think they could bring Ciaran back a second time, he was surprised they'd just done it. The kid was a fighter.
"Tell me who you are, and who he is, and any medical history, he's extremely lucky at the moment, but we can't leave it to luck."