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Show Nocturne/ 12 His hands and feet began to look blue and purple, and without reaching for his skin, she knew he was cold to the touch. But she did not touch him. She called out his name, three times, quietly. He did not respond. She stood there, eyeing the oxygen tank and the bag at the head of the bed. He was not going to go immediately. She could wait. Dr. Dance would give him some epinephrine, if she called her into the room. But she did not call Dr. Dance. She moved forward only to silence the alarms, so other nurses did not notice them still flashing on the central monitor. Carolyn made sure to quiet everything. Carolyn was hovering near the oxygen tank when she heard a code called, and patient's faces crossed her mind in indistinct glimmers. The code distracted other nurses. Carolyn could bide her time. She planned to go home and get online. She imagined putting the necklace in her shopping bag and proceeding to purchase. She planned to pay extra to get it by priority mail. She imagined opening the package, lifting the pendant out of the turquoise box, untying the white ribbon. In a room down the hall, Sydney Fisher was checking Summer Smith's pulse. It flashed faintly, then faded, then flashed again. By the time Dr. Dance came into the room, Sydney was working with the bag and mask, and another nurse had put a backboard behind Summer, performing deep chest compressions. Someone came in with the crash cart with paddles for defibrillation. They gave her a few doses of epinephrine, and she was still not breathing. They attempted to shock Summer's heart into a good rhythm. More medications followed. Summer's paperwork designated that they could not intubate her. She already had brain damage. She was pronounced dead fifteen minutes later, while |