I continued the chest compressions on Daphne, refusing to give up despite the chaos erupting around me. Her pulse was weak, barely there, but I couldn't stop.
"One, two, three, four," I counted under my breath, pressing rhythmically against her chest.
The room had fallen silent after Caleb Beaumont's entrance. His presence commanded respect—or fear—from everyone. Lawrence and his mother had backed away, their faces drained of color.
"Is anyone going to help her save my sister?" Caleb demanded, his voice cutting through the stunned silence.
One of the nurses finally rushed forward. "I'll get the crash cart!"
Caleb moved to my side, his eyes locked on his sister's pale face. "How long has she been like this?"
"About two minutes," I managed between compressions. "She was talking, then seized, then stopped breathing."
Lawrence's mother found her voice. "She has a DNR! This woman is assaulting my daughter-in-law!"
