The speed with which I am compressing during CPR switches to the rhythm of the pop song playing on the clock radio by Tony’s* bed. I recognize the lyrics as those of Jimmy Eat World, singing their hit song, The Middle – “It just takes some time, Little girl, you’re in the middle of the ride, Everything, everything will be just fine, Everything, everything will be alright, alright.”  Where is everyone? It’s 3:00 a.m. and it feels like I have been doing this for a while.  I feel tears well in my eyes as my mind races through the cause of Tony’s cardiac arrest. I think about algorithms and what comes next, since my first advanced cardiac life support course, taken just three weeks a...