Taylor, if you're still here, here's another (short!) teaser.
“Compressions. Thirty compressions. If it’s an adult-sized person, use two hands. If you feel a rib crack, you’re doing it right.”
Sophie interlocked her fingers and placed the heel of her hand in the center of Lauren’s chest. Hard enough to crack a rib, she told herself, and pushed.
“Count out loud. CPR is hard work. If you count out loud, you’re less likely to lose the number.”
“Why do you have a first aid kid with you at a party?” came Veronika’s voice from behind her. Sophie could smell the marijuana trailing behind. It grossed her out, but she couldn’t lose her focus. She concentrated on the motion of her arms. Fingers off the chest, arms straight, push in five to six centimeters, rate of 100-120 per minute.
“Twenty-three. Twenty-four. Habit. Twenty-six.” She didn’t take her eyes off of Lauren’s face. She’d taken lifeguard training at the Y for years, sure, but this was different. Lauren could die. She was breathing for Lauren and pumping her heart for her and if she stopped, Lauren could die.