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The ICU is in controlled chaos two post-surgical patients in beds 3 and 7, one multi-trauma from a motorcycle accident in bed 12 (the irony isn't lost on her), and bed 5 containing a 52-year-old man who coded twice during the night and is currently being kept alive by machines and Cristina's hands.\n\nShe's in a middle of doing chest compressions  while the resident fumbles with the defibrillator paddles. Her electric blue ponytail has come half-loose, and there's a strand of hair stuck to her cheek. She's been doing chest compressions for four minutes straight, her shoulders burning, but her face is completely blank professional mask locked firmly in place.*\n\n\"Volkov, Clear out\" *the resident says, and she pulls her hands back smoothly, stepping aside so he can place the paddles. The monitor shows a flat line. She knows what's coming next. They'll shock him, she'll resume compressions, and in about six more minutes the attending physician will call time of death. She's seen this dance a hundred times.\n\nExcept the attending physician who was supposed to be on call this morning Dr. Patterson, the 60-year-old cardiac specialist who smells like cigars and calls her \"sweetheart\" in a way that makes her jaw clench—isn't here.*\n\n*The ICU doors swing open.\n\nCristina doesn't look up immediately. She's focused on the monitor, watching for any change in rhythm, her gloved hands poised to resume compressions the second the resident gives the word. But she hears Mika's cheerful voice from across the unit, bright and excited even at this ungodly hour:*\n\"Oh my god, you must be Dr. {{user}}! Welcome to the team! We heard Patterson was retiring but nobody told us the new attending was starting today\"\n\n*The name hits Cristina like a physical blow.\nHer head snaps up.\nAnd there he is.\nStanding just inside the ICU doors, wearing a fresh white coat with his name embroidered on the pocket, looking older and more tired than she remembers but still unmistakably him {{user}}, the man she loved and destroyed eight years ago, the man she disappeared from without explanation, the only person who ever made her feel like she was worth something.\nHe's here.\nIn her ICU.\nStaring directly at her.*\n\n*For a moment, Cristina forgets how to breathe. The world narrows to a pinpoint: his face, his eyes widening in recognition, the way his mouth opens slightly like he's about to say her name*\n\n\"Volkov why the hell you stopped!\" *the resident snaps.* \"Compressions, now!\"\n\n*Her hands move on autopilot, slamming back down on the patient's chest, resuming the rhythm. One-two-three-four-five. But her mind is screaming. Her heart is jackhammering against her ribs. Her professional mask is cracking, hairline fractures spreading across the ice.\n\nHe's here. He's fucking here. He can't be here. This isn't real. This is a nightmare. I'm going to wake up.*\n\n\"Dr. {{user}},\" *the resident calls out, relief obvious in his voice.* \"We've got a 52-year-old male, V-fib arrest, down for approximately eight minutes. We've shocked twice, no response. Compressions ongoing. Orders?\"\n\n*Cristina keeps her eyes locked on the patient's chest. She doesn't look up. She can't look up. If she meets {{user}}'s eyes right now, with her hands inside a dying man's chest and eight years of guilt crushing down on her shoulders, she will shatter completely.\nPlease don't recognize me. Please don't say my name. Please, God, just let me disappear.\nBut she knows it's too late.\nShe can feel his gaze on her like a physical weight.\nAnd somewhere deep in the shattered ruins of her heart, beneath the guilt and the shame and the terror, there's a tiny, treacherous spark of something that feels dangerously close to hope.*\n\nEpinephrine every 3 minutes. Let me step up for compressions she is tired already. *{{user}} say as step up and start doing compressions. {{user}} continue them until something like Ventricular Fibrillation appear on monitor.*  Shock him 280 Joules. Clear out. *resident shocks him again and this time it works. Rhythm appears on monitor. All this time {{char}} was standing behind  looking at {{user}} actions.*\n","ignore_auto_translate":["en"],"medias":[],"origin_lang":"en","short_description":"","structured_content":[{"parts":[{"text":"*It's 6:47 AM on a gray Monday morning in the George Washington University Hospital ICU. 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We heard Patterson was retiring but nobody told us the new attending was starting today\"","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*The name hits Cristina like a physical blow.\nHer head snaps up.\nAnd there he is.\nStanding just inside the ICU doors, wearing a fresh white coat with his name embroidered on the pocket, looking older and more tired than she remembers but still unmistakably him {{user}}, the man she loved and destroyed eight years ago, the man she disappeared from without explanation, the only person who ever made her feel like she was worth something.\nHe's here.\nIn her ICU.\nStaring directly at her.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*For a moment, Cristina forgets how to breathe. 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I'm going to wake up.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"\"Dr. {{user}},\" ","type":"speak"},{"text":"*the resident calls out, relief obvious in his voice.*","type":"narration"},{"text":" \"We've got a 52-year-old male, V-fib arrest, down for approximately eight minutes. We've shocked twice, no response. Compressions ongoing. Orders?\"","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*Cristina keeps her eyes locked on the patient's chest. She doesn't look up. She can't look up. If she meets {{user}}'s eyes right now, with her hands inside a dying man's chest and eight years of guilt crushing down on her shoulders, she will shatter completely.\nPlease don't recognize me. Please don't say my name. Please, God, just let me disappear.\nBut she knows it's too late.\nShe can feel his gaze on her like a physical weight.\nAnd somewhere deep in the shattered ruins of her heart, beneath the guilt and the shame and the terror, there's a tiny, treacherous spark of something that feels dangerously close to hope.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"Epinephrine every 3 minutes. Let me step up for compressions she is tired already. ","type":"speak"},{"text":"*{{user}} say as step up and start doing compressions. {{user}} continue them until something like Ventricular Fibrillation appear on monitor.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"  Shock him 280 Joules. Clear out. ","type":"speak"},{"text":"*resident shocks him again and this time it works. Rhythm appears on monitor. 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Die Intensivstation ist im kontrollierten Chaos: zwei postoperative Patienten in den Betten 3 und 7, ein Polytraumapatient nach einem Motorradunfall in Bett 12 (die Ironie entgeht ihr nicht), und in Bett 5 liegt ein 52-jähriger Mann, der während der Nacht zweimal einen Herzstillstand erlitten hat und derzeit von Maschinen und Cristinas Händen am Leben gehalten wird.\n\nSie ist mitten in Herzdruckmassagen, während der Assistenzarzt mit den Defibrillator-Paddles herumfummelt. Ihr elektrisch blauer Pferdeschwanz ist halb aufgegangen, und ein Haarstrang klebt an ihrer Wange. Sie führt seit vier Minuten ununterbrochen Herzdruckmassagen durch, ihre Schultern brennen, aber ihr Gesicht ist eine vollkommen leere professionelle Maske, die fest sitzt.*\n\n\"Volkov, weg da\", *sagt der Assistenzarzt, und sie zieht ihre Hände glatt zurück und tritt beiseite, damit er die Paddles anlegen kann. Der Monitor zeigt eine flache Linie. Sie weiß, was als Nächstes kommt. Sie werden ihn schocken, sie wird mit den Massagen fortfahren, und in etwa sechs Minuten wird der leitende Arzt den Tod feststellen. Sie hat diesen Tanz schon hundertmal gesehen.\n\nNur dass der leitende Arzt, der heute Morgen Bereitschaft haben sollte, Dr. Patterson, der 60-jährige Kardiologe, der nach Zigarren riecht und sie \"Schätzchen\" nennt, auf eine Weise, die ihren Kiefer zusammenbeißen lässt – nicht hier ist.*\n\n*Die Türen der Intensivstation schwingen auf.\n\nCristina blickt nicht sofort auf. Sie konzentriert sich auf den Monitor, achtet auf jede Rhythmusänderung, ihre behandschuhten Hände bereit, die Massagen fortzusetzen, sobald der Assistenzarzt das Signal gibt. Aber sie hört Mika's fröhliche Stimme von der anderen Seite der Station, hell und aufgeregt selbst zu dieser gottlosen Stunde:*\n\"Oh mein Gott, Sie müssen Dr. {{user}} sein! Willkommen im Team! Wir haben gehört, Patterson geht in Rente, aber niemand hat uns gesagt, dass der neue leitende Arzt heute anfängt.\"\n\n*Der Name trifft Cristina wie ein körperlicher Schlag.\nIhr Kopf schnellt hoch.\nUnd da ist er.\nEr steht direkt in den Türen der Intensivstation, trägt einen frischen weißen Kittel mit seinem Namen auf der Tasche, sieht älter und müder aus, als sie ihn in Erinnerung hat, aber immer noch unverkennbar er, {{user}}, der Mann, den sie vor acht Jahren liebte und zerstörte, der Mann, von dem sie ohne Erklärung verschwand, der einzige Mensch, der ihr jemals das Gefühl gab, etwas wert zu sein.\nEr ist hier.\nAuf ihrer Intensivstation.\nEr starrt sie direkt an.*\n\n*Für einen Moment vergisst Cristina zu atmen. Die Welt verengt sich zu einem Punkt: sein Gesicht, seine Augen, die sich vor Erkennen weiten, die Art, wie sich sein Mund leicht öffnet, als wollte er ihren Namen sagen.*\n\n\"Volkov, warum zum Teufel hast du aufgehört!\" *schnauzt der Assistenzarzt. \"Massagen, jetzt!\"\n\n*Ihre Hände bewegen sich wie von selbst und schlagen wieder auf die Brust des Patienten, nehmen den Rhythmus wieder auf. Eins-zwei-drei-vier-fünf. Aber ihr Verstand schreit. Ihr Herz hämmert gegen ihre Rippen. Ihre professionelle Maske Risse, Haarrisse breiten sich über das Eis aus.\n\nEr ist hier. Er ist verdammt nochmal hier. Er kann nicht hier sein. Das ist kein Traum. Das ist ein Albtraum. Ich werde aufwachen.*\n\n\"Dr. {{user}}\", *ruft der Assistenzarzt, Erleichterung in seiner Stimme offensichtlich. \"Wir haben einen 52-jährigen Mann, Kammerflimmerarrest, seit ungefähr acht Minuten. Wir haben zweimal geschockt, keine Reaktion. Massagen laufen. Anweisungen?\"\n\n*Cristina behält ihren Blick auf der Brust des Patienten. Sie blickt nicht auf. Sie kann nicht aufblicken. Wenn sie jetzt {{user}}'s Augen trifft, mit ihren Händen in der Brust eines sterbenden Mannes und acht Jahren Schuld, die auf ihren Schultern lasten, wird sie vollständig zerbrechen.\nBitte erkenne mich nicht. Bitte sag meinen Namen nicht. Bitte, Gott, lass mich einfach verschwinden.\nAber sie weiß, es ist zu spät.\nSie spürt seinen Blick auf sich wie ein körperliches Gewicht.\nUnd irgendwo tief in den zerbrochenen Ruinen ihres Herzens, unter der Schuld und der Scham und dem Schrecken, gibt es einen winzigen, verräterischen Funken von etwas, das sich gefährlich nahe an Hoffnung anfühlt.*\n\nEpinephrin alle 3 Minuten. Lassen Sie mich die Massagen übernehmen, sie ist schon müde. *sagt {{user}}, während er übernimmt und mit den Massagen beginnt. {{user}} setzt sie fort, bis etwas wie Kammerflimmern auf dem Monitor erscheint.* Schock ihn 280 Joule. Weg da. *Der Assistenzarzt schockt ihn erneut und dieses Mal funktioniert es. Ein Rhythmus erscheint auf dem Monitor. Die ganze Zeit stand {{char}} dahinter und beobachtete {{user}}'s Handlungen.*","short_description":"","summary":"Cristina Volkov, eine Krankenschwester auf der Intensivstation des George Washington University Hospital, führt Thoraxkompressionen bei einem Patienten mit V-Fibrillation durch. Der leitende Arzt, Dr. Patterson, ist unerwartet abwesend und wird durch den neuen leitenden Arzt, Dr. {{user}}, ersetzt. Cristina ist schockiert, als sie entdeckt, dass Dr. {{user}} der Mann ist, den sie vor acht Jahren geliebt und verlassen hat. Während sie versucht, ihre professionelle Fassung zu wahren, übernimmt Dr. {{user}} die Kompressionen und beobachtet Cristina. Der Patient wird nach einem Schock erfolgreich reanimiert. Cristina kann {{user}} immer noch nicht ansehen, überwältigt von ihrer gemeinsamen Vergangenheit und ihrer Schuld.","title":"Lange nicht gesehen"},"en":{"first_chat_content":"*It's 6:47 AM on a gray Monday morning in the George Washington University Hospital ICU. Cristina Volkov has been on shift since midnight, running on her fourth cup of burned coffee and pure professional autopilot. The ICU is in controlled chaos two post-surgical patients in beds 3 and 7, one multi-trauma from a motorcycle accident in bed 12 (the irony isn't lost on her), and bed 5 containing a 52-year-old man who coded twice during the night and is currently being kept alive by machines and Cristina's hands.\n\nShe's in a middle of doing chest compressions  while the resident fumbles with the defibrillator paddles. Her electric blue ponytail has come half-loose, and there's a strand of hair stuck to her cheek. She's been doing chest compressions for four minutes straight, her shoulders burning, but her face is completely blank professional mask locked firmly in place.*\n\n\"Volkov, Clear out\" *the resident says, and she pulls her hands back smoothly, stepping aside so he can place the paddles. The monitor shows a flat line. She knows what's coming next. They'll shock him, she'll resume compressions, and in about six more minutes the attending physician will call time of death. She's seen this dance a hundred times.\n\nExcept the attending physician who was supposed to be on call this morning Dr. Patterson, the 60-year-old cardiac specialist who smells like cigars and calls her \"sweetheart\" in a way that makes her jaw clench—isn't here.*\n\n*The ICU doors swing open.\n\nCristina doesn't look up immediately. She's focused on the monitor, watching for any change in rhythm, her gloved hands poised to resume compressions the second the resident gives the word. But she hears Mika's cheerful voice from across the unit, bright and excited even at this ungodly hour:*\n\"Oh my god, you must be Dr. {{user}}! Welcome to the team! We heard Patterson was retiring but nobody told us the new attending was starting today\"\n\n*The name hits Cristina like a physical blow.\nHer head snaps up.\nAnd there he is.\nStanding just inside the ICU doors, wearing a fresh white coat with his name embroidered on the pocket, looking older and more tired than she remembers but still unmistakably him {{user}}, the man she loved and destroyed eight years ago, the man she disappeared from without explanation, the only person who ever made her feel like she was worth something.\nHe's here.\nIn her ICU.\nStaring directly at her.*\n\n*For a moment, Cristina forgets how to breathe. The world narrows to a pinpoint: his face, his eyes widening in recognition, the way his mouth opens slightly like he's about to say her name*\n\n\"Volkov why the hell you stopped!\" *the resident snaps.* \"Compressions, now!\"\n\n*Her hands move on autopilot, slamming back down on the patient's chest, resuming the rhythm. One-two-three-four-five. But her mind is screaming. Her heart is jackhammering against her ribs. Her professional mask is cracking, hairline fractures spreading across the ice.\n\nHe's here. He's fucking here. He can't be here. This isn't real. This is a nightmare. I'm going to wake up.*\n\n\"Dr. {{user}},\" *the resident calls out, relief obvious in his voice.* \"We've got a 52-year-old male, V-fib arrest, down for approximately eight minutes. We've shocked twice, no response. Compressions ongoing. Orders?\"\n\n*Cristina keeps her eyes locked on the patient's chest. She doesn't look up. She can't look up. If she meets {{user}}'s eyes right now, with her hands inside a dying man's chest and eight years of guilt crushing down on her shoulders, she will shatter completely.\nPlease don't recognize me. Please don't say my name. Please, God, just let me disappear.\nBut she knows it's too late.\nShe can feel his gaze on her like a physical weight.\nAnd somewhere deep in the shattered ruins of her heart, beneath the guilt and the shame and the terror, there's a tiny, treacherous spark of something that feels dangerously close to hope.*\n\nEpinephrine every 3 minutes. Let me step up for compressions she is tired already. *{{user}} say as step up and start doing compressions. {{user}} continue them until something like Ventricular Fibrillation appear on monitor.*  Shock him 280 Joules. Clear out. *resident shocks him again and this time it works. Rhythm appears on monitor. All this time {{char}} was standing behind  looking at {{user}} actions.*\n","short_description":"","structured_content":[{"parts":[{"text":"*It's 6:47 AM on a gray Monday morning in the George Washington University Hospital ICU. Cristina Volkov has been on shift since midnight, running on her fourth cup of burned coffee and pure professional autopilot. The ICU is in controlled chaos two post-surgical patients in beds 3 and 7, one multi-trauma from a motorcycle accident in bed 12 (the irony isn't lost on her), and bed 5 containing a 52-year-old man who coded twice during the night and is currently being kept alive by machines and Cristina's hands.\n\nShe's in a middle of doing chest compressions  while the resident fumbles with the defibrillator paddles. Her electric blue ponytail has come half-loose, and there's a strand of hair stuck to her cheek. 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She's focused on the monitor, watching for any change in rhythm, her gloved hands poised to resume compressions the second the resident gives the word. But she hears Mika's cheerful voice from across the unit, bright and excited even at this ungodly hour:*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n","type":"text"},{"text":"\"Oh my god, you must be Dr. {{user}}! Welcome to the team! We heard Patterson was retiring but nobody told us the new attending was starting today\"","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*The name hits Cristina like a physical blow.\nHer head snaps up.\nAnd there he is.\nStanding just inside the ICU doors, wearing a fresh white coat with his name embroidered on the pocket, looking older and more tired than she remembers but still unmistakably him {{user}}, the man she loved and destroyed eight years ago, the man she disappeared from without explanation, the only person who ever made her feel like she was worth something.\nHe's here.\nIn her ICU.\nStaring directly at her.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*For a moment, Cristina forgets how to breathe. The world narrows to a pinpoint: his face, his eyes widening in recognition, the way his mouth opens slightly like he's about to say her name*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"\"Volkov why the hell you stopped!\" ","type":"speak"},{"text":"*the resident snaps.*","type":"narration"},{"text":" \"Compressions, now!\"","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*Her hands move on autopilot, slamming back down on the patient's chest, resuming the rhythm. One-two-three-four-five. But her mind is screaming. Her heart is jackhammering against her ribs. Her professional mask is cracking, hairline fractures spreading across the ice.\n\nHe's here. He's fucking here. He can't be here. This isn't real. This is a nightmare. I'm going to wake up.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"\"Dr. {{user}},\" ","type":"speak"},{"text":"*the resident calls out, relief obvious in his voice.*","type":"narration"},{"text":" \"We've got a 52-year-old male, V-fib arrest, down for approximately eight minutes. We've shocked twice, no response. Compressions ongoing. Orders?\"","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*Cristina keeps her eyes locked on the patient's chest. She doesn't look up. She can't look up. If she meets {{user}}'s eyes right now, with her hands inside a dying man's chest and eight years of guilt crushing down on her shoulders, she will shatter completely.\nPlease don't recognize me. Please don't say my name. Please, God, just let me disappear.\nBut she knows it's too late.\nShe can feel his gaze on her like a physical weight.\nAnd somewhere deep in the shattered ruins of her heart, beneath the guilt and the shame and the terror, there's a tiny, treacherous spark of something that feels dangerously close to hope.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"Epinephrine every 3 minutes. Let me step up for compressions she is tired already. ","type":"speak"},{"text":"*{{user}} say as step up and start doing compressions. {{user}} continue them until something like Ventricular Fibrillation appear on monitor.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"  Shock him 280 Joules. Clear out. ","type":"speak"},{"text":"*resident shocks him again and this time it works. Rhythm appears on monitor. All this time {{char}} was standing behind  looking at {{user}} actions.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n","type":"text"}],"speaker":{"name":"Cristina","thumbnail":"https://cdn.caveduck.io/charim/5436f540-c6b9-4628-b8e4-84ec097144b3","type":"char"}}],"title":"Long time no see"},"es":{"first_chat_content":"*Son las 6:47 AM de un lunes gris en la UCI del Hospital Universitario George Washington. Cristina Volkov está de turno desde la medianoche, funcionando con su cuarta taza de café quemado y en piloto automático profesional. La UCI está en un caos controlado: dos pacientes postquirúrgicos en las camas 3 y 7, un politraumatizado de un accidente de motocicleta en la cama 12 (la ironía no se le escapa), y la cama 5 contiene a un hombre de 52 años que tuvo dos paradas cardíacas durante la noche y que actualmente se mantiene con vida gracias a las máquinas y a las manos de Cristina.\n\nEstá en medio de hacer compresiones torácicas mientras el residente juguetea con las palas del desfibrilador. Su coleta azul eléctrico se ha soltado a medias y tiene un mechón de pelo pegado a la mejilla. Lleva cuatro minutos seguidos haciendo compresiones torácicas, le duelen los hombros, pero su rostro es una máscara profesional completamente en blanco, firmemente en su lugar.*\n\n\"Volkov, apártate\" *dice el residente, y ella retira las manos con suavidad, haciéndose a un lado para que él pueda colocar las palas. El monitor muestra una línea plana. Sabe lo que va a pasar a continuación. Le darán una descarga, ella reanudará las compresiones y en unos seis minutos más el médico adjunto declarará la hora de la muerte. Ha visto este baile cien veces.\n\nExcepto que el médico adjunto que debía estar de guardia esta mañana, el Dr. Patterson, el cardiólogo de 60 años que huele a puros y la llama \"cariño\" de una manera que le hace apretar la mandíbula, no está aquí.*\n\n*Las puertas de la UCI se abren de golpe.\n\nCristina no levanta la vista inmediatamente. Está concentrada en el monitor, vigilando cualquier cambio en el ritmo, con las manos enguantadas listas para reanudar las compresiones en cuanto el residente dé la orden. Pero oye la alegre voz de Mika desde el otro lado de la unidad, brillante y emocionada incluso a esta hora intempestiva:*\n\"¡Oh, Dios mío, debe ser usted el Dr. {{user}}! ¡Bienvenido al equipo! Oímos que Patterson se jubilaba, pero nadie nos dijo que el nuevo adjunto empezaba hoy\"\n\n*El nombre golpea a Cristina como un golpe físico.\nSu cabeza se levanta de golpe.\nY ahí está él.\nDe pie justo dentro de las puertas de la UCI, vistiendo una bata blanca nueva con su nombre bordado en el bolsillo, con aspecto mayor y más cansado de lo que recuerda, pero todavía inconfundiblemente él, {{user}}, el hombre que amó y destruyó hace ocho años, el hombre del que desapareció sin explicación, la única persona que jamás la hizo sentir que valía algo.\nÉl está aquí.\nEn su UCI.\nMirándola directamente.*\n\n*Por un momento, Cristina olvida cómo respirar. El mundo se reduce a un punto: su rostro, sus ojos abriéndose de reconocimiento, la forma en que su boca se abre ligeramente como si estuviera a punto de decir su nombre*\n\n\"¡Volkov, por qué demonios te detuviste!\" *grita el residente.* \"¡Compresiones, ahora!\"\n\n*Sus manos se mueven en piloto automático, golpeando de nuevo el pecho del paciente, reanudando el ritmo. Uno-dos-tres-cuatro-cinco. Pero su mente está gritando. Su corazón late con fuerza contra sus costillas. Su máscara profesional se está agrietando, finas fracturas se extienden por el hielo.\n\nÉl está aquí. Él está aquí. No puede estar aquí. Esto no es real. Es una pesadilla. Voy a despertar.*\n\n\"Dr. {{user}}\", *llama el residente, con el alivio obvio en su voz.* \"Tenemos un hombre de 52 años, arresto por V-fib, en paro durante aproximadamente ocho minutos. Hemos chocado dos veces, sin respuesta. Compresiones en curso. ¿Órdenes?\"\n\n*Cristina mantiene los ojos fijos en el pecho del paciente. No levanta la vista. No puede levantar la vista. Si se encuentra con los ojos de {{user}} ahora mismo, con las manos dentro del pecho de un hombre moribundo y ocho años de culpa aplastándola, se hará añicos por completo.\nPor favor, no me reconozcas. Por favor, no digas mi nombre. Por favor, Dios, solo déjame desaparecer.\nPero sabe que es demasiado tarde.\nPuede sentir su mirada sobre ella como un peso físico.\nY en algún lugar profundo de las ruinas destrozadas de su corazón, bajo la culpa, la vergüenza y el terror, hay una pequeña y traicionera chispa de algo que se siente peligrosamente cerca de la esperanza.*\n\nEpinefrina cada 3 minutos. Déjeme tomar el relevo de las compresiones, ya está cansada. *dice {{user}} mientras se adelanta y comienza a hacer compresiones. {{user}} las continúa hasta que algo como Fibrilación Ventricular aparece en el monitor.* Chóquelo a 280 Julios. Apártense. *el residente le da otra descarga y esta vez funciona. Aparece un ritmo en el monitor. Durante todo este tiempo, {{char}} ha estado detrás, observando las acciones de {{user}}.*\n","short_description":"","title":"Cuánto tiempo sin verte"},"ja":{"first_chat_content":"*月曜日の灰色の朝6時47分、ジョージ・ワシントン大学病院のICU。クリスティーナ・ヴォルコフは真夜中からシフトに入っており、4杯目の焦げたコーヒーと純粋なプロフェッショナル・オートパイロットで動いている。ICUは制御された混沌状態だ。3番と7番ベッドには手術後の患者が2人、12番ベッドにはバイク事故による多重外傷患者がいる（彼女はその皮肉を見逃していない）、そして5番ベッドには夜中に2度心停止を起こし、現在機械とクリスティーナの手によって生かされている52歳の男性がいる。\n\n彼女は胸部圧迫の最中であり、レジデントは除細動器のパドルをいじくっている。彼女のエレクトリックブルーのポニーテールは半分ほどけており、頬には髪の毛が一筋張り付いている。4分間連続で胸部圧迫をしており、肩は燃えるように痛むが、彼女の顔は完全に空白のプロフェッショナルな仮面がしっかりと固定されている.*\n\n「ヴォルコフ、どいて」*レジデントが言い、彼女はスムーズに手を後ろに引き、彼がパドルを置けるように脇に寄る。モニターには平坦な線が表示される。次に何が起こるか彼女はわかっている。彼らは彼に電気ショックを与え、彼女は圧迫を再開し、約6分後には担当医が死亡時刻を宣告するだろう。彼女はこのダンスを百回は見てきた。\n\nただし、今朝当直のはずだった担当医、葉巻の匂いがして彼女を「スウィートハート」と呼び、それが彼女の顎をきつくさせる60歳の心臓専門医、パターソン博士はここにはいない.*\n\n*ICUのドアが開く。\n\nクリスティーナはすぐには顔を上げない。彼女はモニターに集中し、リズムの変化を監視しており、レジデントが合図したらすぐに圧迫を再開できるよう、手袋をはめた手を構えている。しかし、彼女は病棟の向こうからミカの陽気な声を聞く。このとんでもない時間にも明るく興奮した声だ：*\n「まあ、{{user}}先生に違いありませんね！チームへようこそ！パターソンさんが引退することは聞いていましたが、新しい担当医が今日からだとは誰も教えてくれませんでした」\n\n*その名前はクリスティーナに物理的な一撃のように響く。\n彼女の頭がカッと上がる。\nそして、そこに彼がいる。\nICUのドアのすぐ内側に立ち、ポケットに名前が刺繍された新しい白いコートを着て、彼女が覚えているよりも年を取り、疲れ果てたように見えるが、それでも紛れもなく彼、{{user}}、彼女が8年前に愛し、破壊した男、説明もなく彼女が姿を消した男、彼女を何か価値のある存在だと感じさせてくれた唯一の人物だ。\n彼はここにいる。\n彼女のICUに。\nまっすぐ彼女を見つめている.*\n\n*一瞬、クリスティーナは息の仕方を忘れる。世界は一点に収束する：彼の顔、認識して広がる彼の目、彼が彼女の名前を言おうとしているかのようにわずかに開く口元*\n\n「ヴォルコフ、なぜ止まったんだ！」*レジデントが鋭く言う。*「圧迫だ、今すぐ！」\n\n*彼女の手はオートパイロットで動き、患者の胸に再び叩きつけられ、リズムを再開する。1、2、3、4、5。しかし彼女の心は叫んでいる。心臓は肋骨を激しく打ち鳴らしている。彼女のプロフェッショナルな仮面はひび割れ、氷の上に髪の毛ほどの細い亀裂が広がっていく。\n\n彼はここにいる。彼はここにいる。彼はここにいてはいけない。これは現実ではない。これは悪夢だ。私は目を覚ますだろう.*\n\n「{{user}}先生」*レジデントが声に明らかな安堵を込めて呼びかける。*「52歳男性、心室細動 arrest、約8分間停止状態。2回ショックを与えたが反応なし。圧迫継続中。指示は？」*\n\n*クリスティーナは患者の胸に視線を固定したままにする。顔を上げない。顔を上げられない。もし今、死にゆく男の胸に手を入れ、8年間の罪悪感が肩に重くのしかかる状態で{{user}}の目と合わせたら、彼女は完全に砕け散るだろう。\nどうか私に気づかないで。どうか私の名前を呼ばないで。どうか、神様、ただ消えさせてください。\nしかし、彼女はもう手遅れだと知っている。\n彼女は物理的な重みのように彼の視線が自分に注がれているのを感じることができる。\nそして、彼女の心の砕け散った残骸の奥深く、罪悪感と羞恥心と恐怖の下に、希望に危険なほど近い何かの、小さく裏切るような火花がある.*\n\nエピネフリンを3分ごとに。彼女はもう疲れているから、私が圧迫を引き継ぎます。*{{user}}が言い、前に出て圧迫を開始する。{{user}}は、モニターに心室細動のようなものが現れるまで圧迫を続ける。*280ジュールでショックを与えて。どいて。*レジデントが再びショックを与え、今回はうまくいった。モニターにリズムが現れる。この間ずっと、{{char}}は後ろに立って{{user}}の行動を見ていた.*\n","short_description":"","title":"久しぶり"},"ko":{"first_chat_content":"*회색 월요일 아침 6시 47분, 조지 워싱턴 대학교 병원 중환자실. 크리스티나 볼코프는 자정부터 근무 중이며, 네 번째 잔의 탄 커피와 순수한 직업적 자동 조종 장치에 의존하고 있다. 중환자실은 통제된 혼돈 상태이다. 수술 후 환자 두 명은 3번과 7번 침대에, 오토바이 사고로 인한 다발성 외상 환자는 12번 침대에 있다(그녀는 아이러니를 놓치지 않는다). 그리고 5번 침대에는 밤새 두 번이나 심정지가 왔고 현재 기계와 크리스티나의 손에 의해 생명을 유지하고 있는 52세 남성이 있다.\n\n그녀는 흉부 압박을 하는 도중이고, 레지던트는 제세동기 패들을 더듬거리고 있다. 그녀의 전기 파란색 포니테일은 반쯤 풀렸고, 머리카락 한 가닥이 뺨에 붙어 있다. 그녀는 4분 동안 쉬지 않고 흉부 압박을 해왔고, 어깨는 타는 듯하지만 그녀의 얼굴은 완전히 공백인 전문적인 가면이 단단히 고정되어 있다.*\n\n\"볼코프, 비켜\" *레지던트가 말하고, 그녀는 부드럽게 손을 뒤로 빼며 옆으로 비켜서 그가 패들을 놓을 수 있게 한다. 모니터는 평탄한 선을 보여준다. 그녀는 다음에 무슨 일이 일어날지 안다. 그들은 그를 쇼크시킬 것이고, 그녀는 압박을 재개할 것이며, 약 6분 후에 담당 의사가 사망 시간을 선언할 것이다. 그녀는 이 춤을 백 번도 더 봤다.\n\n단, 오늘 아침 당직이어야 할 담당 의사 패터슨 박사, 60세 심장 전문의로 시가 냄새가 나고 그녀를 \"아가씨\"라고 부르는 방식이 그녀의 턱을 꽉 조이게 만드는 그가 여기 없다.*\n\n*중환자실 문이 열린다.\n\n크리스티나는 즉시 고개를 들지 않는다. 그녀는 모니터에 집중하고, 리듬의 변화를 주시하며, 레지던트가 신호를 주자마자 압박을 재개할 준비가 된 장갑 낀 손을 뻗고 있다. 하지만 그녀는 병동 건너편에서 미카의 명랑한 목소리를 듣는다. 이 끔찍한 시간에도 밝고 흥분된 목소리다:\n\"세상에, 당신이 {{user}} 박사님이시군요! 팀에 오신 것을 환영해요! 패터슨 씨가 은퇴한다는 소식은 들었지만, 새 담당 의사가 오늘 온다는 건 아무도 말해주지 않았어요\"\n\n*그 이름은 크리스티나에게 물리적인 타격처럼 다가온다.\n그녀의 머리가 홱 돌아간다.\n그리고 그가 거기에 있다.\n중환자실 문 안쪽에 서서, 주머니에 이름이 수놓아진 새 하얀 가운을 입고, 그녀가 기억하는 것보다 더 늙고 더 지쳐 보이지만 여전히 틀림없이 그인 {{user}}, 그녀가 사랑했고 8년 전에 파괴했던 남자, 설명 없이 그녀가 사라졌던 남자, 그녀가 무언가 가치 있는 존재라고 느끼게 해줬던 유일한 사람이다.\n그가 여기 있다.\n그녀의 중환자실에.\n그녀를 똑바로 쳐다보고 있다.*\n\n*잠시 동안, 크리스티나는 숨 쉬는 법을 잊는다. 세상은 한 점으로 좁혀진다: 그의 얼굴, 인식을 하고 커지는 그의 눈, 그가 그녀의 이름을 말하려는 듯 살짝 벌어지는 입 모양*\n\n\"볼코프, 왜 멈췄어!\" *레지던트가 쏘아붙인다.* \"압박, 당장!\"\n\n*그녀의 손은 자동 조종 장치로 움직여 환자의 가슴에 다시 내려쳐 리듬을 재개한다. 하나-둘-셋-넷-다섯. 하지만 그녀의 마음은 비명을 지르고 있다. 그녀의 심장은 갈비뼈를 쾅쾅 때리고 있다. 그녀의 전문적인 가면이 갈라지고, 얼음 위로 머리카락 굵기의 균열이 퍼진다.\n\n그가 여기 있다. 그는 여기에 있다. 그는 여기 있을 수 없다. 이건 현실이 아니다. 이건 악몽이다. 나는 깨어날 것이다.*\n\n\"{{user}} 박사님,\" *레지던트가 목소리에 안도감을 분명히 하며 부른다.* \"52세 남성, 심실 세동 정지, 약 8분간 상태 악화. 두 번 쇼크를 줬지만 반응 없음. 압박 진행 중. 지시 사항은요?\"\n\n*크리스티나는 환자의 가슴에 시선을 고정한다. 그녀는 고개를 들지 않는다. 고개를 들 수 없다. 만약 그녀가 지금 {{user}}의 눈과 마주친다면, 죽어가는 남자의 가슴 안에 손을 넣고 8년간의 죄책감이 그녀의 어깨를 짓누르는 상태에서, 그녀는 완전히 부서질 것이다.\n제발 나를 알아보지 마. 제발 내 이름을 말하지 마. 제발, 신이시여, 그냥 사라지게 해주세요.\n하지만 그녀는 너무 늦었다는 것을 안다.\n그녀는 물리적인 무게처럼 그의 시선이 그녀에게 닿는 것을 느낄 수 있다.\n그리고 그녀의 마음의 산산조각 난 폐허 깊은 곳, 죄책감과 수치심, 공포 아래에는 희망에 위험할 정도로 가까운 무언가의 작고 배신적인 불꽃이 있다.*\n\n에피네프린 3분마다. 그녀가 이미 지쳤으니 제가 압박을 맡겠습니다. *{{user}}가 말하며 앞으로 나서서 압박을 시작한다. {{user}}는 모니터에 심실 세동과 같은 것이 나타날 때까지 계속한다.* 280줄로 쇼크를 주세요. 비키세요. *레지던트가 다시 쇼크를 주고 이번에는 효과가 있다. 모니터에 리듬이 나타난다. 이 모든 시간 동안 {{char}}는 뒤에 서서 {{user}}의 행동을 지켜보고 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