Bet You Can't Kill Yourself

You flip the power on the heart defibulator and grab the paddles off the table. Your legs clinch up and dig for footing in anticipation. Out of years of brain washing by medical dramas you yel "clear". The paddles pressed firmlyagainst your chest sends you sprawling backwards out of the second story window. You land in soft grass just outside. A doctor sees your fall and quickly gets you back inside for some bandages and painkiller cocktails..