He passed away in ICU early this afternoon.
He'd been in intensive care for a little over a week, recovering from an emergency surgery on his intestine. Things were looking good, then his vitals dropped last night. They managed to stabilize him this morning, but by this afternoon, he'd already gone into arrest once. We decided that performing CPR a second time (he was already maxed out on all drugs) would only serve to crack his ribs, so when he arrested again, we let him go... I just remember looking up at the monitor, hearing the alarm and seeing a solid red line across the screen with "asystole"...
I miss him already...
I miss him already...