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The second time my heart stopped, around hour fifteen, Delphine actually left the room to take a phone call. My father stood by the window, not watching the medical team work to restart my heart, but staring out at the parking lot like he was planning his escape route.<\/p>\n
By the third cardiac event at hour seventeen, they had had enough of the drama. My heart flatlined for almost two full minutes while Dr. Cross and her team worked to bring me back. The sound of that endless, piercing alarm should have terrified them. Instead, it irritated them.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou know what?\u201d my father announced as the medical team finally got my heart beating again. \u201cI\u2019m starving. We\u2019ve been here all day and there\u2019s nothing we can do anyway. Let\u2019s go grab something to eat.\u201d<\/p>\n
My mother stood up immediately, gathering her purse like she\u2019d been waiting for permission to leave. \u201cFinally. I saw a nice bistro on the way in. We can be back in an hour.\u201d<\/p>\n
Delphine was already halfway to the door. \u201cThank God. I\u2019m literally dying of boredom. Plus, I need better lighting for my Instagram story about this whole ordeal.\u201d<\/p>\n
And just like that, they left.<\/p>\n