death it would have to wait.
“Breathe slowly,” Ethan said.
He positioned the oxygen mask.
“In through your nose if you can. Easy.”
Behind him, Roy made another announcement.
“If there is a physician, nurse, paramedic, or other licensed medical professional aboard, please identify yourself immediately.”
Silence.
Then a man several rows back raised his hand.
“I’m a dentist.”
Ethan glanced over.
“Any emergency medicine experience?”
“Not since residency rotations twenty years ago.”
“Stay close anyway.”
The man nodded.
Ethan turned back.
Victoria’s breathing had changed.
Shallower now.
Her eyes fluttered.
“Victoria?”
No response.
“Victoria.”
Her body went limp.
Ethan removed the mask and checked her pulse.
His expression changed instantly.
“Diane, AED.”
“What?”
“Defibrillator. Now.”
She froze.
“Is she—”
