Chapter 3 - Emergency Medics Fight Desperately To Save Nathan’s Life
Sirens wailed in the distance, tearing through the quiet afternoon air of the suburban Ohio town.
Within minutes, two paramedics burst through the heavy double doors of the chapel with heavy trauma kits.
“Stand back!” the lead paramedic yelled, rushing down the central aisle toward the open casket.
Nathan’s pulse was erratic, fluttering weakly beneath his clammy skin like a trapped bird.
“He was in the ground for three days,” a relative stammered, gripping a pew for physical support.
“His core temperature is impossibly low, but he’s fighting,” the paramedic reported, slapping oxygen pads onto Nathan’s chest.
Ellie clutched her mother’s dress tightly, her wide eyes watching the flashing green lights of the defibrillator monitor.
“Daddy’s going to be okay, right Mommy?” Ellie whispered, tears streaming down her flushed cheeks.
“Yes, sweetheart, yes he is,” Sarah lied, her own heart hammering against her ribs with terror.
The medics hoisted Nathan onto a rolling gurney, rushing him up the aisle toward the waiting ambulance outside.
Sarah and Ellie followed close behind, stepping out into the blinding autumn sunlight as the engine roared to life.
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The chapel doors slammed shut behind them, leaving the shocked mourners whispering in the empty pews.
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