I Was Fired and Walking Home—Then Two Helicopters Landed Looking for Me

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“That’s preposterous,” Alcott scoffed. “You’ll kill him—”

The heart monitor screamed. V-fib.

“He’s crashing!” Rachel grabbed the crash cart, shoving Alcott aside. “Charge to 200 joules. Clear!”

The shock hit Elias’s chest. Flatline.

“300 joules. Clear!”

Still flatline.

Rachel started compressions, tears stinging her eyes. “Come on, soldier. Don’t you dare continue reading …