Martha was already moving, slipping an oxygen tube into Gwen's throat, trying to keep her lungs working properly before the thief suffered a pulmonary edema. Barely looking, she gestured in the direction of the cabinet, filled with medications.
"Get me the aspirin, the glyceryl trinitrate, beta blockers and the heparin," she recited the list off without thinking before she froze, glancing up rapidly.
"Wait, cocaine, forget the beta blockers, get me the benzodiazepine instead," as she talked she made sure Gwen was getting the vitally needed oxygen before she began to turn, looking for the defibrillator machine, inwardly thanking Eliot for stealing it for her.
"She's going to be okay," she began to turn her bedside manner back on. "We just need to stabilise her heart rate."