O-C to the R to the Don’t Finish that Sentence.

Ever have something fade in your arms?

The EKG is a constant beep.

Might as well have someone sit on the carhorn and beep for attention because no heartbeat is home.

The defibrillator makes the body jump.

There's hope in a static biorhythm only to lay on the high pitched beep.

Murmured words of encouragement whisper amongst chest compressions.

All is quiet except for the high pitched beep goodbye.

The chat died down.

The atmosphere intensifies.

A cold sweat crawls down everyone's neck.

"So," one of the surgeons exclaims, "Who wants to tell the happy couple."

The couple isn't too happy hoping for someone to be alive. They're praying in the waiting room.