Conclusion

"Clear!" a doctor yelled, as he placed to pads on the Blonde's bare chest. An electronic buzz filled the silence, and the limp body jumped in the air.

"nothing" a nurse stated

"Charge to 420" the doctor yelled scraping the pads together then placed them on the woman's body. It jumped into the air again, and fell back to the table still lifeless.

"Still nothing, Doctor I think it-"

"No! Charge to 450." He yelled placing the pads again on the body. All of the nurses around him looked at each other knowing it was over, yet they still followed his orders. Again the body jumped, and the status didn't change.

"Damn it!" He yelled throwing the pads onto the metal tray beside him. "Come on Agent Jareau. Come on!" He said pounding on her chest in even beats.

"Doctor, its over!" a nurse yelled over him "John, it's over." She said quieter placing a hand on his arm.

The doctor removed his hands from the body. He sighed "Time of death Eight Fift-"

"Wait! She's got a pulse." The nurse gasped

I opened my eyes, adjusting to the bright lights of the room, feeling the long tube pushing air into my lungs. I was alive, and knew my hell was finally over.