Martha administered the medications, one after the other, reassured by the comforting routine of following her training. She could do this, she was actually good at this. And besides, the pressure was on that if she failed, a woman would die.
"Just step back a moment," she glanced up before fixing the monitors into place, and firing up the defibrillator. Inwardly praying to something she sent the first charge through Gwen's chest. Her own breath caught as the monitors didn't change and she moved in for a second go. Two times was the charm it seemed as the monitors began beeping with a regular heart beat again.
Martha let out a long breath before moving to double check the equipment, adjusting the drips still sending the medications into the thief's body and the oxygen tube making sure she remained breathing.
"I want to keep her sedated for a little while," she turned to Lindsey, satisfied that she was out of danger, at least for now. "It'll keep her calm if nothing else. Until we know what's happening with this ghost, I think it's the best thing for her." She offered the man a half smile.
"She's stable and she's young, she should make a full recovery." Glancing around her lab she grabbed a chair. "Here, if you wanted to stay. Not the most comfortable in the world, but I can see about getting you a cushion or something."