The nurses gently pulled Berlin into the hallway. Her legs felt like jelly.
Through the hospital window, she watched the doctors and nurses rush around her husband's bed.
The doctor pressed down hard on Karlos's chest. Once. Twice. Again and again.
Another nurse grabbed two metal paddles. "Clear!" she shouted.
Berlin jumped as Karlos's body jerked on the bed. The machine beside him beeped once, then went silent. The green line on the screen stayed flat and still.
"Clear! Again!"
His body jerked again.
Nothing...
Berlin's knees gave out. She slid down the wall and buried her face in her hands. Tears poured down her cheeks like a waterfall.
'He's dying,' she thought. 'He's dying.'
Mrs. Lydia, her mother-in-law, knelt beside her and wrapped her arms around Berlin's shaking shoulders.
"I never got to tell him I was sorry," Berlin whispered. "I never got to say I trust him."
