“Come on,” I cried. “Please don’t die!”
I don’t know how long it lasted before the paramedics burst through the door and took over.
One of them gently moved me aside while another shocked Greg’s chest.
For one horrible second, nothing happened.
Then suddenly—
A gasp.
A weak pulse appeared on the monitor.
“He’s back,” someone said.
I collapsed against the cabinet, shaking uncontrollably.
At the hospital later that night, Mom hugged me so tightly I could barely breathe.
“They said you saved his life,” she whispered through tears.
I didn’t know what to feel.
Anger.
Relief.
Confusion.
