Chapter Seventeen
THE PARAMEDICS had to literally drag Chandler off his brother’s body, tearing him away as he tried to continue administering CPR. Chandler had coupled his rounds of rapid chest compressions with intermittent breaths, and the result had been the return of a faint pulse and a gasp, followed by the very shallow breathing. Fluttering eyelids confirmed that Raymond was still alive.
The paramedics scanned the room, noting Raymond’s defibrillator. “I’m sure that helped, too,” the female EMT commented. She held out her arm to signal Chandler to stand back. “Honey, we’ve got him now. The best thing you can do for him is to stand back and let us do our job.”
Trembling, he inched his way backward out of the room. At least a half dozen emergency response professionals crowded into
