The monitor flatlines and I call it, and then I walk straight into the next room where someone else is waiting for me to be steady. I did everything right and he still died, and there's no time to feel it. Tonight I'll drive home and his face will be there with all the others I couldn't pull back.
More people experience this than they realize.
You make life-and-death calls and quietly carry the ones you lost.
If this sounds familiar, the Library can help you find the bigger picture.