Kalinda kept on with the chest compressions, setting herself into a rhythm of [i]gin and tonic[/i], reciting it over and over in her head. It was a quick, effective and perfectly spaced way of conducting the compressions so there was near 100 compressions per minute. 

She knew she wouldn't be able to keep this up forever, and as she continued with the compressions, she looked up at the sky, for some sign of Zack, "come on, Sparky. Hurry back" 

She looked down at Michael, for some sign that he was there, that he was coming back, that he was going to breath on his own. "Please" She whispered, never once breaking her rhythm.