I Skipped My Heart Medication To Buy Her A Prom Dress—And Paid The Price

victims she’d seen in history class.

“He’s in V-fib!” the lead paramedic shouted. “Charging to 200. Clear!”

Everyone’s hands flew up from Frank’s body.

Thump.

His body arched off the floor, every muscle contracting at once, his back bowing like he’d been electrocuted—which, technically, he had been.

Nothing. The monitor continued its erratic dance.

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