I worked in a trauma center for a while. I also had a patient roughly the same age as me that I had to perform cpr on. I am in my early twenties. When it was over, and we lost him, it did make me take a step back and think, “wow, this dude is literally as young as I am....” I believe it is all perspective though as far as how you choose to react to this. For me, it made me more appreciative of the small things in life. Instead of getting off work and complaining like I used to... sometimes I go treat myself to a breakfast somewhere I like. Nothing fancy.... but it makes me so appreciative for the life I have. Working in a level one trauma center truly taught me that death does not discriminate. It does not care how old you are, how sweet your family may be, or what your religion is. But what death cannot do is control how we choose to live our lives. You show up, you do everything you can do for the patient, and know that you gave them the best chance they could have had... and that is all you can do my friend. Death comes for us all one day, but so does life. Reach out to your peers and tell them how you’re feeling. Don’t be ashamed to talk about this with someone. But again, everything is perspective. Use this as an opportunity to be thankful for the small things in life that we all take for granted so so often. Best regards and stay strong my friend.