Death visited us this week. There were thirty minutes left on my shift. My area partner and I were at the sub-station. She was doing paperwork, and I was trying to figure out what freaking case I was being subpoenaed on (turns out they put the wrong case number on the subpoena... but that's another story).
The shift had been relatively quiet so far and the grave cars were on, so we would be on our way home soon. Then from the radio "beep beep beep". A three beeper, and my area partner and I were being dispatched on an ambulance back. A 69 year old male in full arrest.
We ran code to the scene where this man's wife if 40 years was hysterical. Her husband was naked on the floor with five or six paramedics pumping stuff into his veins while this black robotic vest pumped his chest causing his arms and legs to flop around slightly. Apparently he had just finished taking a shower and then there was a thud. He had a massive heart attack. It was pretty obvious he wasn't going to make it.
Thank goodness for my partner. She was able to help calm this man's wife just a bit. The poor woman kept blaming herself because she was unable to move her husband to open his airway like the 911 dispatcher was asking her to do. I hope she still doesn't think it's her fault. There was nothing anyone could have done.
I've been on two death scenes in my short career. The first was a suicide where a 39 year old female shot herself in the head while her family was downstairs in the same house. The second was this heart attack. Both times there was a palpable energy in the area. Nothing negative, but I could feel or sense something unseen. I guess I could feel the transition from this life to the next.