Oni had felt something happen down the hall. He stiffened for a moment, then his eyes rolled back in his head, and he was out. His vital signs only showed that he was sleeping, so nothing was wrong with him. Something else must be going on...
Brecht elbowed his way in past a crowd that was staring, and gently moved the dying girl's sister aside. He took one look at the monitors, and pulled over a cart, opening a drawer, and taking out a syringe, holding that in his teeth while he pulled out another one, and injected it into the IV on the girl's arm. Then, he followed up that injection with another one from the syringe he had been biting. After both of those were injected, he whipped his stethoscope out from around his neck, and listened to see if there was any improvement. Hearing none - which was usually the case, unfortunately - he flicked the switch of the defibrillator on top of the crash cart to get it charging.
"Come on, sweetheart, I can't do this alone. Fight for me."
Once the paddles were charged, he worked fast to tear open her hospital gown, and spread the conductive gel on the pads, rubbing them together to spread it. He pressed the paddles against her chest in the correct places, then released the 'trigger' handles of the pads. A shock arced through the still body beneath. Now, he waited with his fingers against the girl's throat, five seconds, for a pulse.
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Oni appeared to the dying girl, inside of her mind. He was walking now, and not in his wheelchair, but it was Oni regardless. On and off, he'd been doing this for patients while IN his coma. He gently took her hand.
~ Kind Amourana... Don't give up. There is hope, and there are people that are waiting for you. I can weather this storm with you, I can be your anchor. So please... please don't give up. I will be able to sustain you, but I'll need your help to do it. Don't run away. You desire life, do you not? Then fight. I will help you - so fight. ~