LossI held his thin body close, and his consciousness flickered before my eyes in painfully unpredictable rhythms. His mind was going, he was losing focus, and I was going to have to watch..."Come back!" I shouted.Resuscitation. I knew the steps. My hands worked feverishly for a few seconds, until my actions connected with his brain, life-giving electric signals flooded his body, and he looked weakly up at me again. But his shadowed expression was a piercing mockery of the light it once held.My cellphone had finally lost the ability to pick up calls.