DNR in the Middle of Chaos

The gunshot victim coded right as my ex walked in with his new girlfriend, the charge nurse

who just wrote me up. I'm doing compressions while they're whispering by the supply closet

and my attending is asking if I called the family about withdrawing care on the patient in

bed three. Nobody tells you that saving lives means watching your own fall apart in

real time. I pushed epi, shocked him twice, got him back, then had to sit

across from his wife and explain that even though his heart's beating, his brain might

be gone. She wants everything done. He signed a DNR last month.

My ex knows. He filed the paperwork. Now he won't make eye contact because his new girl decides