“That’s all you can do,” Mel said, taking the bag of Ringer’s. “Bring me an IV stand from the treatment room so you can take care of the kids.” When he returned and hung up the bag, she switched on the machine again. “Shocking, Preach.” The mechanical voice alerted them. Assessing patient. Stand by. Clear for shock. “Clear!” Preacher pulled back his hands and Mel pressed the button again. Doc’s body arched with the jolt.
Mel put the stethoscope in her ears, listening to his chest. “Jesus, Doc, don’t do this,” she said. “God, I need you!” She brushed Preacher’s hands away and began her own chest compressions. “Breathe for him on thirty—two big breaths,” she told Preacher. “Ten, eleven, twelve…”
Mel wasn’t even aware that the kids had stopped crying. Jack stood behind her, holding them both against him. Mel tried another eppie, shocked him twice more, listened to his chest. He was completely unresponsive. By the time she could hear the sound of rotor blades, tears were running down her cheeks, falling onto Doc’s chest, and she wouldn’t stop compressing. Preacher sat back on his heels. “Don’t stop!” she barked at him. Slowly, the big man leaned forward and put two more useless breaths into the old man.
“How can you do this?” Mel cried to the lifeless form beneath her hands.
Paramedics ran into the clinic and took their places on either side of Doc, scooting Preacher and Mel out of the way. They rushed through a quick assessment while Mel rattled off what drugs had been administered, how many times she’d used the defibrillator. The electrodes for a portable electrocardiogram were attached to his chest as compressions were continued.
Mel backed away and came up against Jack and the kids. He held one on each hip. She turned against his chest. He can’t just die like that, she thought in despair. David had been crying so hard that his breath came in jagged little hiccups of emotion and he buried his wet face in his father’s shoulder. Mel took Emma into her arms, looked her over briefly to be sure she was all right, then her attention was again focused on the paramedics’ resuscitation.
Minutes passed as they worked on him. Shelby arrived, running up the porch steps and into the clinic. “Take the baby,” Jack said. “We found her on the floor beside Doc. I think he might’ve dropped her as he fell. Neither one of us has had a chance to undress her and look her over closely, but she seems okay.”
Shelby took the baby out of the reception area and a few minutes later she was back, holding a now-quiet baby against her shoulder. “I took all her clothes off and she seems to be fine. No bumps or marks or anything.”
“He might’ve felt it coming and laid her on the floor,” Mel said. “He wasn’t on top of her.” She turned her watery eyes up to Jack. “Which could’ve killed her.”
Jack squeezed her shoulder.
After twenty minutes, one of the paramedics sat back on his heels and looked at Mel over his shoulder. “Any idea if he has a DNR?” which stood for do not resuscitate.
“We never talked about it,” she said.
“He’s flat, Mel. We’re gonna have to pronounce,” he said.
“No!” Mel shouted, taking a step forward.
Jack hung on to her shoulder, preventing her from going any farther. “Mel, he’s gone. He’s been gone.”
“No,” she said more quietly, shaking her head.
“You didn’t have any response. We haven’t had any,” the man said. “Who’s your coroner?”
“You’re working on him,” she sniffed. “If it’s not a homicide, Doc handles it, signs a death certificate.”
“He’s pumped full of drugs and electricity, ma’am,” the other paramedic said. “Would you like us to transport?”
She sucked in a breath. “Take him to Redding for an autopsy. I have to know what happened to him.”
“Yes, ma’am. But I bet we know.”
She was shaking her head. “He didn’t have heart problems.”
The paramedic stood up. “Yeah, that’s the thing. You can treat heart problems. You just can’t make it through a massive coronary, fatal stroke or aneurysm if you don’t know the problem exists. I have some paperwork. Stay right here.”
The first paramedic went back to the chopper while the second began packing up their things. Mel went to Doc, knelt beside him and gently closed his eyes. She pulled the electrodes from the defibrillator off his chest and then, absently, affectionately, flattened out his sparse, white chest hair. She ran her fingertips across his wild white eyebrows, smoothing them. She leaned down to him and put her lips against his forehead, her tears dropping there. “You are such a pain in the ass,” she whispered. “How dare you leave me like this?” She rested her cheek briefly against his head. He was already growing cold.