The epinephrine does nothing.
"Paddles, now!" The doctor uses the defibillator paddles in an attempt to restart Gavin's heart. Once, twice, nothing. The force of the shock running through his body causes it to spasam on the bed. "Again. Clear!" The third shock results in a normal heart rhythm, and the beeping on the monitor returns to normal.
I am beside myself, shaking and crying in Uncle George's arms. "I can't lose him," I sob. "They did this to him. I know it! Why didn't the shield work? It's worked until now. Nothing has got past it before. Why did it fail this time?" My mind was racing, searching for answers as I watched the doctor frantically work on saving my mate's life.
Finally, the doctor was able to stabilize Gavin. The monitors were showing normal readings, yet he remained
