The nurse who’d dashed up to the lab returned on the run. She was out of breath but managed to say, “The emergency potassium level is nine-point-one milliequivalents per liter. The tech says he’s never seen it that high, so he’s going to repeat it.”

“Yikes!” Dr. Krishna exclaimed. “I’ve never seen a potassium level like that. Let’s give some calcium gluconate: ten milliliters of a ten percent solution. Draw it up. We’ll give it over a couple of minutes. Plus, I want twenty units of regular insulin. And do we have cation-exchange resin available? If so, get it.”

The floor nurse came back with ice. Dr. Krishna dumped it over the patient, and a lot clattered to the floor. The nurse then ran back out to try to get the resin while the other began to draw up the medication.

“Damn!” Dr. Krishna shouted as the blip on the monitor flat-lined. “We lost the heartbeat.” He climbed up on the bed and began closed-chest massage.

The CPR attempt went on for another twenty minutes, but despite the medication, the ice, the cation-exchange resin, and a lot of effort, a heartbeat was not regained. “I think we are going to have to give up,” Dr. Krishna said finally. “It’s intuitive what we are doing is not working. And I’m afraid rigor mortis is setting in already, probably from the patient’s hyperthermia. It’s time to stop.” He let up from compressing the chest. Although Dr. Dayal had offered to relieve him ten minutes earlier, he’d refused. “It’s my patient,” he’d explained.

After thanking the two floor nurses for their help and Dr. Dayal for hers, Dr. Krishna pulled down the sleeves of his white coat from where he’d pushed them up at the outset of the resuscitation attempt, and started for the door. “I’ll do the paperwork,” he called over his shoulder as the others began to pick up the debris, put the room in order, and prepare the body. “As per that e-mail directive that came out just today from admin about reporting deaths immediately, I’ll also call CEO Khajan Chawdhry to give him the bad news.”

“Thank you, Dr. Krishna,” the two nurses echoed.

“I’ll do the phoning to Khajan, if you’d like,” Dr. Dayal offered.