pamger:

You get the chance to watch cardiac monitors at the ER and feel a dash of pride when you are able to tell (somehow) if the ECG looks abnormal. It’s cool to look at the traces, specially if they’re so… regular and uniform. Most of the time, it means that nothing is wrong. (For now. Nothing is ever constant at the ER.) That QRS complex, think of it as signifying LIFE. It’s sad though (and um, time-consuming) when you’re just waiting for it to fade away until the entire thing becomes a flat line. (Think PEA moments.) The transition from here to there is agonizing. Sometimes you just want to get it over with. Harsh. A flat line is a blank that shows you there is NOTHING. Finally, the end comes and words of death are spoken from your lips. You begin to hear the cries, the bargains and the accusations around. Are they directed at you? In response, or lack of it, you just stare and try to keep a neutral face. By then, you are also a blank, a flat line, and for a moment there is nothing - nothing more to be done and nothing good enough to say. Words of comfort escape you or you think that they probably mean nothing right now. 

Then in the blink of an eye, you have turned to focus on something else and maybe all is forgotten. 

“Death is so terribly final, while life is full of possibilities.” - Tyrion Lannister