Stopping the Flatline
House doctor to the E.R STAT, Respiratory STAT,
Anesthesia STAT, All rushing to save a life.
One struggling body laying on a stretcher,
Surrounded by a team of HEROES' praying for the better.
A doctor and his soldiers heavily armed with a battalion of medicine,
Preparing for battle against the grim reaper to show that death will not win.
Everyone putting their training to use as the rain of sweat hits the ground,
Racing against time as the clock counts down.
CLEAR! The doctor yells as the body is being shocked,
A heartbeat arises, the E.R has won, another life has been saved,
Their job is finally done.
Shawn Muñoz
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