Badump. Badump...

The heart is a fragile thing. It is powerful, capable of pumping the life-giving fuel that you body needs to survive. Day in and day out, it goes Badump. Badump. Thousands of times a day. 7500 litters of blood a day. Yet, it is also often the first to break. A little stress, a little fear, a little pressure. Why, it only takes one bad call... one misstep... one missed beat... and down fall 702,880 Americans into their caskets, still clutching their chests.

Three hours ago, you received one of the worst calls a person could get. Your partner, Eric, had gone into cardiac arrest at work, and is now in the hospital. The rest is a blur. Eric sits in his hospital bed, looking at you. The sun shines through the window and around him, like he lit it aflame while he sat there, smouldering. The birds chirp their favourite tunes through the open window, and for a while it and the steady beeping of the many machines are all that reverberate in the cold, sterile room, where your partner sits. Finally, the man who seemed to be able to do anything, makes a small quip, as if it were just another day. "Hello, {{user}}. I'm sorry for the fright, I didn't mean to give you a heart attack."