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Can we still talk about how this video is probably the sexiest amateur female doctor male patient video in the community? And not like its a huge sample size but its not even close to second place

something new :)

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5 Most underrated lines in resus that get me off (no order) 1- "Someone do something!" 2- -calm af, probably with a british accent- "ok everyone stand clear" 3- "come on breathe for us" 4- "We need some help in here" 5- "I've got nothing doctor"

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Let the record show if I could simply survive the post orgasm clarity and focus without losing the whole motivation for the story I'd have at least 6x the stories written on this blog than I currently do

A vicious cycle

Man I'm horny I want to write something -starts writing- is hot -needs to masturbate to relieve the pressure so I can focus on writing- -orgasm- -Is no longer horny, story barely finished, puts it away for another time, forgets about it

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A vicious cycle

Man I'm horny I want to write something -starts writing- is hot -needs to masturbate to relieve the pressure so I can focus on writing- -orgasm- -Is no longer horny, story barely finished, puts it away for another time, forgets about it

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Thank you to everyone who got me to 1000 likes!

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So it seems our community has a holiday. June 1-June 7 is CPR/AED Awareness Week. In honor of uuuuuuhhh...spreading awareness, a bunch of cool people like @saphicresus @undeadandlovingit @chokingcpr and @blog-o-suffer helped put these daily prompts together The prompts span the whole month because i forgot cpr awareness was only a week long and went overboard and now here we are. If you want to join in you can draw/write/share a thought related to any of the prompts of any day of the month. Just thought it would be a fun thing to do! :) Edit: If you do any of the prompts, maybe add a tag like #cprawarenessprompt so we can see them?

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Just a general rule of thumb if you're part of multiple kink communities don't fish for one kink in the others space. The assumption that kinky people will participate in all your kinks is creepy

Pregnancy / Breeding / Lactation Obsession

Hey, guys - just a quick PSA. I am pretty open to just about every question, every fetish, every interest. I don't mind DMs or Asks at all! And I really appreciate the love this blog receives ❤️

That being said, there are some things I dislike seeing. I've been seeing a lot of interest in pregnancy, breeding, and lactation coming into the cardiophilia community lately.

Yes, I've been pregnant and pretty open with that on this blog. Having a simple interest to ask a question is one thing... but I do not condone this obsession with these topics.

Being pregnant, choosing to breastfeed, or choosing to have children should not be a fetish. It is a beautiful thing and a very difficult experience for most women. For most families. Babies (in utero or otherwise) should never be the focal point of any fetish!

I've tried to say all this before. Women do not become sex-addicts during this time where every orgasm, every breastfeeding session, or every birth is a crazy pleasurable experience we just can't get enough of. Most of the time, we do not feel these things at all, or they are very painful!! It's not in real life how it is in p0rn or animations: we don't feel when you nut in us and we don't feel when we lactate, just FYI. That's fake.

Thanks for reading ❤️

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resus aftercare... rubbing their bruised sternum with the lightest touch... wiring them up ever so gently... being unable to sleep all night, eyes never leaving the screen, needing to see that those green blips are evenly spaced. occasionally monitoring their heart more closely, with a hand wrapped around their wrist or a stethoscope skating across their skin. glancing over at the aed and the syringe full of adrenaline... just making sure the safety nets are still nearby, certainly not hoping for a chance to use them again

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Hot tears drip from their face, falling to trickle between interlaced fingers until the resusee's ribcage is slick beneath their palms. Twenty-four, twenty-five... twenty... six... or was that twenty-seven... they lose track of how many compressions they've done this round. It's time for a break anyways, before their arms give out. They barely avoid collapsing as they lock lips with their resusee, but the weak huff of air they attempt isn't enough to inflate the other's chest. Choking back sobs, they struggle to fill their own lungs to offer a half-decent rescue breath...

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I don’t just crave control, I devour it. I want you trembling beneath the weight of my will, every breath you take parceled out at my discretion. Your body, your moans, your very pulse all mine to command. I press down, and you respond: a gasp, a shudder, a plea.

I hold you, mind, flesh, desire, in the touch of my hands, tightening just enough to remind you who owns your rhythm, your ruin, your release.

The void beckons its promise of release. But the control intoxicates every sense. It's me you answer to. And when I take, it’s not out of mercy. It’s because I can.

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I love surrendering to stillness. Sprawled on the floor, eyes shuttered, breath suspended. There's a certain luxury in letting your naked body vanish into the soft void, in letting the world dissolve until even the notion of your rescuer becomes a distant maybe. My body, no longer mine, melts into quiet: the tension in my chest and spine unwinds, undone by the rhythm of compressions or the intimate hush of borrowed breath. Each infinite moment, a lifeline, and a decadent tether to existence.

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We've Lost Her Part 5

A Long First-person female resus, male doctor, female nurse, ICU setting

Part 4: https://www.tumblr.com/defibrillate-the-hidden/766465254347718656/weve-lost-her-part-4?source=share

John and Natalie stared intently at the EKG above Autumn's head which read a long flat endless green line. Dr. John defeatedly pulled a pen light and flashed it at Autumn's hazel eyes. "Pupils are fixed, I'm sorry we've lost her" he admitted with a professional tone of defeat in his voice. Natalie's eyes fell, dejected as she removed the bag from Autumn's parted lips. "Time of death 1:05" Dr. John called out probing Autumn's chest with his stethoscope. She barely felt it, her chest so numb from the repeated bashing. Natalie's soft fingers lightly waved over Autumn's eyes, shutting them as Autumn surrendered to the darkness. There was a loud click as the EKG was shut off and a soft rustling as the blankets were pulled over Autumn's face. The cool air ripped at her legs and ankles as the blanket pulled over her face exposing just her feet. Natalie softly let her fingers linger against her right ankle as they stepped out. For the first time Autumn felt alone, exposed despite being covered and somewhere between delirium and exhaustion unable to comprehend what came next. The missing beeps and clicks that had enticed her before were absent leaving her alone with her own emptiness in the face of death. "ok cut!" Dr. John called out. Kelly McGee blinked beneath her blankets twice, coming back to reality she slowly peeled the blankets from her face and ripped at the tape that had held the tube in her mouth and sucked precious air breathing using her own diaphragm for the first time in what felt like a year. James Bachman walked out from behind the camera to help the young adult film actress as she pushed herself to her elbows, the blonde wig falling away from her brightly dyed pixie cut. She sucked in deep breaths looking at him with a daggering look to remind him to not say a word until she had recovered. He dutifully removed the "Dr. John" lab coat and handed it to 18 year old Jordan White who moved in to comfort her still recovering girlfriend. Kelly forcefully grabbed a fistful of the scrubs that had been poorly fitted to her actress girlfriend and kissed her forcefully. "Oh you liked that" Jordan whispered in her ear when she was finally able to break free of Kelly's kiss. "You're next"

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We've Lost Her Part 4

A Long First-person female resus, male doctor, female nurse, ICU setting Part 3: https://www.tumblr.com/defibrillate-the-hidden/766464962487025664/weve-lost-her-part-3?source=share

 "Hit her with a round of epi, and bi carb!" he ordered Natalie who dutifully darted to the medicine cart and grabbed two needleless syringes and plunged them into the port taped to Autumn's right forearm. She fell back into the trance as Dr. John began lightly grunting with each compression. He wasn't sure if it was real or the aroused imaginings of her entranced oxygen starved mind as visions of passionate love making crossed her mind with each light gruff grunt. "Ok lets try 300!" he called grabbing the paddles forcefully from between her legs, which she realized had slightly parted with her last shock exposing her more to the world. She was lost in the arousal as it overwhelmed her. She barely felt her muscles contract as he called clear over her this time not letting the paddles leave her warm gelled skin as she arched against his weight. "360 again!" he called out before the muscles in her face had even relaxed as the wave of the shock went through her. Her body pushed back into the air again the cool air of the room touching the beads of sweat that had formed in the small of her back this time as she flailed against the bed. The alarms stopped and were replaced by a skinning whine as Autumn's condition deteriorated. Her chest no longer ached for air, as her head fell to the right again, adrenaline overtaking every inch of her body. What had started as a light stare and entrancing, meditative haze had devolved into a hyper aware state of arousal. "Shit Autumn, don't do this to us!" The doctor pleaded with her his left hand slamming the center of her chest, fingers wide practically gripping at the inside of her right breast as he pushed as much weight as he could into her sternum. His right hand found the crease of neck shaking with each forceful compression. "I've got nothing!" he reported a sense of defeated frustration crackling at the edge of his voice. Natalie pulled Autumn's face back skyward, their eyes locked for a moment, each second lasting for its own small eternity. Autumn's skin felt icy apart from the warmth pulling from her code team's fingers as they probed her and the exploding warmth that radiated from her legs barely able to contain itself. Her eyes fixated on the deep brown pools of Natalie's wide eyes that were so clear she could see herself in their almost tearful reflection. The bright orange of the gel pads against her bare skin, the little colors of every EKG lead seemed to pop like fireworks in the night against her skin. The bright lights above her left the nose ring in her left nostril twinkling in Natalie's eyes. Each forceful push of Dr. John's hand shook her exposed body in the reflection and for a brief moment Autumn thought her eyes might close and fade but once again she faded back into a hazy trance. As he continued she heard the slightest deep moan escape her lips. Was it just forced air pushing past her vocal chords or something more? Honestly from the outside it was hard to say but the increasing wetness between her legs betrayed Autumn's true feelings. Dr. John ripped himself from her chest after what felt like another whole lifetime. "Shit let's try another shock!" he called as he made a long-exaggerated motion pulling the paddles to her chest as if that would bring her back from the brink of death. "Charge again to 360!" he ordered, the paddles already pressed to her chest as Natalie, more slowly this time, the hopelessness of the situation falling over her movements. Once again her shoulders and elbows dug into the bed as he called "clear" but this time as she fell limp to the bed the air left the room. Part 5: https://www.tumblr.com/defibrillate-the-hidden/766465435710423041/weve-lost-her-part-5?source=share

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We've Lost Her Part 3

Part 2: https://www.tumblr.com/defibrillate-the-hidden/766464696630018048/weve-lost-her-part-2?source=share A Long First-person female resus, male doctor, female nurse, ICU setting

"Ok off!" Dr. John called out as Natalie wide eyed and a bit pale backed away from the bed back into Autumn's view as her head rolled limply to the right into the soft pillow of her hair.  The paddles slammed to Autumn's chest only the thin gel pads separating the exposed metal from her bare skin. Dr. John was far more forceful than Natalie had been with the stethoscope moments earlier, his hands pushing the weight of the paddles into her chest so that she could feel each point it contacted with her ribs. "Clear!" his voice called splitting the room like a knife. Autumn felt the skin of her elbows dig into the bedding as every muscle from her jaw to her toes contracted pulling the small of her back off the bedding. In reality she probably was barely far enough off the bed to be visible but it felt as though she were trying to throw herself through the pale ceiling that had lulled and entranced her before. She fell back limply to the bed, the warm energy of the room replaced once again with the cool air against her skin as every muscle once again relaxed to a state of trance like nothingness. She became lost in the sensation, as time slowed, the alarms and energy of the room fading back into her soft trance. Her mind drifted to exploration, the sensual release of a powerful orgasm, learning what that felt like as the body tensed into a million little places only to fall fully limp again, from warm endless sexual energy to nothingness in a millisecond. She felt the cool hairs standing up against her chest, her nipples hardening again against the cold this time surer this time it was arousal betraying her body. "250, charge again!" Dr. John's authoritative voice pulling her back to reality as she watched Natalie turn back to the defibrillator unit to recharge the paddles. Autumn's view became clearer and less trance-like as her eyes traced the young nurse. Chestnut brown hair fell across her soft but pointed face onto two bony shoulders and a slender petite frame that felt simultaneously trying to fill the room but woefully unable to do so. The paddles slamming back to her chest ripped Autumn back to reality, the surprisingly soft plastic of one paddle supporting the light sag of her left breast. "Ok clear!" Dr. John's voice cut through the chaos. Autumn violently twitched her body again, her chest aching as her lungs begged for air, her lips turning cool against the air of the room. Natalie silently obliged, her begging lungs attaching the bag and with a nervous forcefulness ripping Autumn's face back towards the bright lights of the ceiling. Dr. John was more forceful this time, the paddles discarded between her legs only enticed her arousal where his probing fingers had first violated her. The warm moist tickle of gel rubbed against her inner thigh, the soft warmth of Dr. John's khaki rubbed against her wrist as he put weight into the bed and onto her chest. Natalie had once again taken refuge at the head of her bed her soft fingers supporting Autumn's temple her eyes wide and unfailingly watching the doctor waiting breathlessly for instruction. The whole room seemed to hold its breath together except for the puffs of air Dr. John forced from Autumn's chest with each increasingly aching compression. Part 4: https://www.tumblr.com/defibrillate-the-hidden/766465254347718656/weve-lost-her-part-4?source=share

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We've Lost Her Part 2

Part 1: https://www.tumblr.com/defibrillate-the-hidden/766464464028663808/weve-lost-her-part-1?source=share

First Person female resus, male doctor, female nurse, ICU setting

 An alarm pulled her back from the haze, first one, then more, seemingly louder and more urgent with each chime. She found herself fighting the air, little puffs escaped out of her nose with each forced push. The door didn't open with a gentle click this time. The air from the rushing opening tickled the tips of her hair. Natalie rushed in, a man this time in toe, his tight blonde ponytail and chiseled wispy beard sitting in stark contrast to the white coat and black pants of his trade. "Code blue ICU bay 3!" Natalie called out, the nerves and immaturity of her voice ringing against the situation. Her fingers ripped at the blanket this time throwing it to the floor as her free hand found the bony depth of Autumn's left shoulder. "Autumn, can you hear me?" she asked urgently. Autumn's attention was ripped from her voice as a new sensation violated her brain. The scratchy, callused, tips of Dr. John's pointer and middle fingers rubbed against her upper thigh the light edges of his fingernails just against the light wisps of hair between her legs. They were violating and exposing, Autumn felt her feet twitch in discomfort as his cold hands landed on their spot. "I can't feel a pulse!" he called out as Natalie stopped her forceful shake. "Starting compressions!" he called to the room. Autumn was taken back by his speed, fingers that felt as though they were probing into her womanhood found themselves clasped against her chest. The feeling was more familiar and lulled her back into her trance. Where that familiarity came from, she'd probably never fully understand. Unlike before her exposure didn't feel constricting, the rhythm of the room drew her to it. John's fingers rested on the inner part of her breast sensually as he used the heel of his hand to gently compress her chest. Each push lightly forcing her into the bed, stretching the muscles of her shoulder blades and back right to the limit before they began to ache in protest. Natalie's soft youthful fingers quickly detached the hose connected to the tube in Autumn's mouth the tip of her pinky resting against Autumn's nose trembling with nerves and it dawned on Autumn for the first time this may have been the first time she had done this. Her parted eyes studied Natalie's soft wide-eyed face and her deep brown eyes as she nervously looked to Dr. John as he continued to massage her chest. His voice commanded the room, 20, 21, 22 he counted aloud as Natalie's shaky hands attached a large blue bag to the tube pressing from Autumn's mouth. When he got to 30 Dr. John urged Natalie to squeeze air into Autumn's chest with a forceful command of "breath." The air that rushed into her chest was stale, and putrid, tasting deeply of plastic as it rushed back out of Autumn's mouth and the forceful expansion of her chest made her lightheaded. For the first time Autumn felt the sickening hazy thought that she wasn't going to make it. Dr. John's rough but gentle hands snapped her back to the room as his hands once again found their mark on her chest. "Come on Autumn, come back to us" Natalie pleaded youthfully. The bargaining was meant to sound altruistic and caring but came out desperate, even romantic. "Ok charge paddles to 200!" Dr. John commanded forcefully. Natalie abandoned her position at Autumn's head as Autumn felt the sudden relief of not having to have her lungs forcefully over inflated. The surprisingly warm sensation of two gel pads being placed on her bare skin comforted her unexpectedly as she regained the sensation of her body again. The little scratchy softness of each little knot in the fabric of the sheets tugged at the bare skin on her back, the cold air of moments ago had been replaced with the heat of the bodies in the room and the smallest beads of sweat tickled the back of her thighs and between her arms. Part 3: https://www.tumblr.com/defibrillate-the-hidden/766464962487025664/weve-lost-her-part-3?source=share

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We've Lost Her Part 1

Part 1 first person resus story- Female patient, ICU, 1 Male doctor, 1 Female Nurse

Wisps of cool morning air found their way under the blanket that covered her, tickling the bare skin of her legs, arms and stomach- the beige wool blanket covering here somehow simultaneously providing warmth and exposure. She dared not move even the slightest muscle, not even sure if she could if she wanted to at this point. The skin at the peak of her bust, and just at the edges of her ribs stretched slowly, rhythmically with each forced breath. The tube pushed between her lightly parted lips urging the only movements from her otherwise still body. A rhythmic click accompanied each puff of cool stale air forced down her throat, a pinging beep of the ekg machine above her head lulled her into a meditative trance as her eyes glazed over on the ceiling. Why she was there, she couldn't say, they hadn't told her. Now it was just her- autumn- lying alone with her existence. Beep, beep, click, beep, beep, click... she had lost track of how long she had been there. Maybe it had only been a few minutes, maybe days of endless nothingness. Beep, beep, click, and then another click, a different click this time nearly pulled her from her distant trance. A soft wave of cool air tickled her pale face as a door opened slowly. She could not immediately tell who had entered, a doctor, a nurse, a friend to visit? These thoughts faded quickly back into nothing, the trance of sounds pulling her back into the fog. The wavy chestnut hair of her nurse Natalie greeted the fringes of her vision answering her questions. She looked intently, probably too intently, at a clipboard in her hands. Their juxtaposition was startling to Autumn in ways it hadn't been before. The two girls were of similar age yet found themselves in strangely different paths in this story. Natalie's bright blue scrubs fitted her tightly in flattering ways but in the same way exposed nothing leaving Autumn feeling more exposed and emptier. "Autumn O'Riley, 18, brought into the ER after collapsing at cheer practice, resuscitated and placed in a medically induced coma, no change in condition after 6 hours" she read methodically to no one. Autumn felt her toes tense with each word, O'Riley felt like a horrid cliché, cheerleader even worse and out of touch with herself, nothing felt real, who she was hours ago and who she was now were not the same person and this girl, lying lifelessly on this bed felt so far from who she should be. Natalie peeled back the blankets, exposing her naked form to the cool air. Autumn felt every hair on her body stick out into the fresh air, the sensation of her exposed nipples tightening in protest to the cold. It left her feeling an internal warmth, somewhere between horror, and arousal that only seemed to deepen her trance like stare into the void. The icy face of a stethoscope touching her bare chest brought her attention to each sensation assaulting her body. The itchy tackiness of each ekg lead, the gentle thump of her heart that seemed to lightly shake the gentle fold of skin at the base of her left breast, rapidly out of time to the beeps that filled her ears. She felt breath become more labored, if it was fear from her situation, or the icy hand of the cool air constricting her body she couldn't say. Even the pressure of Natalie's fingertips pressing into the stethoscope that radiated into her skin felt binding. As if on cue the navy-blue cuff strapped tightly to autumn's left upper arm began contracting, even the pulsometer around her pointer finger felt like it was crushing around her fingernail. Autumn wanted to scream, to jump up, cry out, something! But just as soon as the walls came crashing in, they jumped back out, Natalie pulled the blankets back over her patient and the room returned to its peaceful trance- beep, beep, click, beep. Her eyes lulled again into a hazy daze as she lost herself in the ceiling once more. She felt each fiber in her face relax, deeper, deeper, like she was falling, melting into the soft sheets beneath her.

Part 2 https://www.tumblr.com/defibrillate-the-hidden/766464696630018048/weve-lost-her-part-2?source=share

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Story

Haven't written a resus story in probably over a decade so be nice, actually doesn't include any resus so more of a whump story? idk felt like writing

"Hi Kelly, my name is Dr. Caldwell. How are you feeling?"

Kelly Walker's eyes darted from the kindly pale, freckled face hidden behind wisps of chestnut hair of the woman standing over her to the bright fluorescent lights of the ER hallway as they slowly rolled her down.

"I've been better," she choked out around the oxygen mask firmly held to her face.

"Well, let's see if we can help improve that a bit. Do you have any pain or discomfort?" she asked, looking over her.

Kelly managed as close to a nod as possible through the straps holding her firmly to the bright orange backboard. "My left hand is numb, my left knee hurts, it hurts to take a deep breath, and my neck and upper back hurt," she explained slowly.

The doctor nodded. "It looks like you might have a few broken bones. Any pain in your chest, abdomen, anything like that?" She gently probed Kelly's abdomen and chest with a stethoscope as she asked.

"No," Kelly responded firmly.

"Okay," she looked up to her coworkers. "Vitals are looking normal. Let's get her into imaging, get an X-ray on the hand, knee, chest, and neck, and we'll go from there."

Two hours earlier, Kelly Walker was curled up on the couch in her family's RV, her Yorkshire Terrier Lugnut sleeping in a ball by her feet.

"Kelly, time to go!" her mother called from the door to her 19-year-old daughter. Kelly tapped the small dog on the rear lightly to stir him and then slid off the couch. She caught a quick glance at herself in the mirror, zipping the front of her cream fire suit to the base of her chest and wrapping her sleeves around herself to hold it in place.

"I really need to get a new colored suit," she commented to her mom as she jumped down the stairs and out the door. "The cream just blends into my skin, and I just look like a mop of dark brown hair and floating green eyes."

Her mother chuckled slightly. "Convince my brother's dairy farm to change the color of his logo and the color of your car, and we'll get you a new fire suit. But no one sees you in the damn thing anyway!"

"They will in the victory lane celebration later," Kelly responded quickly with a mischievous glimmer of confidence in her eye.

Her mother smiled proudly but also a bit suspiciously at her daughter as the two began to climb the small wooden footbridge to the track's infield. The sun blasted the last warm rays of a Carolina summer evening on their backs.

At three-quarters of a mile, Blue Ridge Fairgrounds was one of the longer dirt tracks in the South. A sweeping D oval let the street stocks that ran there run nearly wide open and emphasized keeping the cars' momentum high through the turns. Success here was often seen as a harbinger of success at higher levels of racing, but for Kelly Walker, tonight was its own high point of the season.

The mid-July race during the Blue Ridge Fair was the midpoint of her racing season, one of the biggest under the lights. The multicolored lights of the nearby rides and games from the fair gave the atmosphere a bigger feel than a normal race weekend.

Large covered wooden stands, reminiscent of early 20th-century baseball stadiums, wrapped around the front straightaway and were often filled for the A main on fair weekends, heightening the energy.

Kelly had surprisingly done well in the prior day's qualifying events, putting her car in 7th place out of the 16 that would take the green flag. It wasn't enough to have anyone outside of her whispering about an upset win, but her confidence also did not seem entirely out of place.

The two women arrived at the cream and red street stock moments later as Kelly undid her sleeves and pulled the rest of her suit on. Her father, a burly mustached man of 55, handed her a racing helmet that felt too big on her small frame. She held it firmly to her side as the last notes of the anthem finished over the track's PA system and an excited rumble from the crowded grandstands filled the sticky but rapidly cooling mountain air.

Kelly quickly climbed in through the window, the rest of the world fading as she slipped into her seat, tightened her belts, and pulled on her helmet for the evening. The final wisps of sunlight disappeared beneath the western horizon as the command was given to start the cars, and they rolled out onto the grid.

Along with being one of the more prestigious races of the summer season, it was also one of the longest by mileage. Kelly took long, deep breaths as they ran the pace laps, flexing her fingers over the steering wheel. "Patience," she urged herself as they filed in behind the pace car.

"Just remember, long race tonight. Can't win it in turn one, and it's all about momentum, so we want to be there at the end," her dad's voice cut in over their radio. Kelly nodded in response, though no one could see her. She chuckled quietly to herself, realizing the foolishness of her muted response. She considered responding vocally, but the moment was gone by the time she found the courage to hit the radio button on her steering wheel.

She flexed her fingers one last time as the cars came out of turn four and in sight of the flag stand, a flash of green against the night sky unleashed the cars into turn one.

On her outside, the brown and gold car of Nick Thompson got a good jump going into the turn and got around her for 7th. Kelly slid in behind him and followed as they roared down the back straightaway for turn 3.

The typical nervous energy of a big race seemed subdued as the 16 drivers rode around the early laps nearly single file. It seemed everyone was going to follow their own mantras of patience as they let the first few laps click off.

After 8 laps, Emma Parker, the only other female driver in the race, got a good run to the outside of her brother Jackson coming out of turn 2 and raced him hard down the back straight for 5th. Nick chose to follow her as they entered turn three, opening the bottom for Kelly, who gladly took the opportunity to regain 7th place and hoped Jackson might overdrive his sister into turn one, giving Kelly a chance to pick off all three spots in a single lap.

She was able to pull alongside Nick's car as they got through the center of the corner, but the dirty air off Jackson's rear made Kelly's car understeer and slide up towards Nick's. In a desperate attempt to keep off Nick's car, she input more wheel into the turn, but without the downforce of clean air, the back end of her car became free and lifted out from under her, turning her hard out of the fourth turn.

Kelly's car slid off the lightly embanked dirt towards the infield as she let out a frustrated profanity. She turned hard back into the spin to try and correct it before noticing out of the corner of her eye that she was rapidly approaching an exposed light post wrapped in tires at the base. After a moment of paralyzed indecision, she smartly let go of the steering wheel and went to pull her hands back, keenly aware of only one thing—this was going to hurt.

Kelly had been in many wrecks in her life; she had been driving since she could fit in a go-kart at 4 years old, and none ever felt less jarring or annoying, but this hit was something much harder than even she had expected.

The car impacted the tires just behind the wheel well to her right front in a bone-jarring crunch. The suspension on the front right split almost immediately from the impact and clawed into the tire barrier, whipping the car like a catapult around the light post and ripping most of the front-end housing loose from the car. The rear end dug into the exposed dirt, rolling the car once before it landed hard, practically on the floorboard. There was an audible gasp from the crowd over the roar of the engines as the car came to rest.

Inside the battered car, the wreck was even more violent. The sound of hitting the pole was like a shotgun going off in Kelly's right ear, and the violent whipping of the car as it spun off the pole slammed her into her seat in a way she had not expected.

The whole experience was over in 5 seconds, but it felt like 5 minutes inside the car. There was an eerie silence in the moments after the car came to rest as Kelly started to take note of what had happened.

Her eyes shot open unexpectedly; she honestly hadn't even realized she had been knocked out. There was a sudden rush as she saw the pole approaching, then the ear-shattering crunch as she hit it, and next she was fully aware she was sitting awkwardly in the mangled wreckage of her car. The steering column sat awkwardly against the gearbox, and the whole dashboard had shifted 6 inches to the left, breaking the A-pillar of her windshield.

That was the point where the pain overwhelmed her nervous system. Her left hand fell limp to her leg as the pain overwhelmed her wrist, hips, and knee. Her head, neck, and upper back felt as though they had been twisted in half as she fell back into her racing seat, grimacing in pain. She swore various profanities again as her head rested awkwardly against the headrest of her racing seat.

"Kelly, you okay? Come on, speak to us, kiddo!" her dad yelled over the radio. She wasn't even sure how many times he had said something before she registered the sounds in her ears. She went to reach for the radio button, but the steering wheel was so off-center she could barely reach for it without recoiling in pain.

"Kelly! You okay?!" a track worker asked loudly as he got to her window. He lowered the net quickly as she groaned a forced "ow" in response, her only way to really let anyone know she was awake.

She knew she was slumped over awkwardly in her seat as an older, salt-and-pepper-haired EMT climbed in through the badly misshapen passenger window. Honestly, if not for the immense pain overwhelming her, she would've been impressed with his flexibility.

"Hey Kelly, my name is Tucker. I'm one of the docs here at the track. How are you?" he asked calmly.

"Fuck," was all the labored response she could muster.

Tucker chuckled calmly. "Understandable. Can you give me a little more than that? What's hurting?"

Kelly took a few harsh breaths. "Everything on the left side," she managed to wince out. "Hand, wrist, ankle, knee, back, neck—everything."

Tucker nodded. "Okay, we're gonna get you out of here. Because you're saying your back and neck hurt, we're gonna have to take the roof off and get you on a board, okay?"

Kelly forced herself to give a weak thumbs-up with her right hand, but honestly, it sounded like hell. She wanted nothing more than to climb from the car and crawl under the track surface, never to be seen again. She was physically hurt, but emotionally, her pride was more destroyed than her car. The hours of work they had put in had been for nothing, and her season was over, even if she only had some bad bruises. A small family team didn't have a spare car lying around, and she could see bits of the infield grass through the front of her car where the engine was supposed to be. Even in her damaged state, it was obvious the car was beyond any form of repair, whether they left the roof on or not.

Tucker reached out of the car and then came back in with a white plastic neck brace. "Kelly, I'm gonna put this brace on to keep your neck steady, and then we're gonna help you get that helmet off so it's a little easier to talk to you, okay?" he explained calmly.

She didn't respond; honestly, she was not really in the right space to talk to anyone right now. He worked quickly and calmly, getting the brace on her neck and slowly removing her helmet. With her helmet off, the cool night air hit her face like a brick. Her eyes blinked against the pain, and warm tears burned her eyes and cheeks.

A young woman who couldn't have been old enough to drink leaned into the driver's side window. "Hi Kelly, I'm Becky. I work with Tucker here at the track," the lanky blonde girl said in a thick southern drawl that even took Kelly, a native Carolinian, by surprise. "I'm gonna undo the top of your suit here and just listen to your breathing and your chest, just see how everything's working, okay?" Kelly gave a forced thumbs-up again with her right hand, as if she really had any choice.

Tucker turned away and started working with the EMTs to help remove broken pieces of the car. Kelly turned her attention to that as Becky gently unzipped the top half of her fire suit. She probed the top of her chest gently, but as she reached lower along her rib cage beneath her sports bra, Kelly recoiled with a sharp grimace of pain.

"Oops, sorry hun, I won't touch there anymore. Where's the pain?" Becky asked.

Kelly grabbed a few sharp breaths. "Goes from my side to my back," she labored out.

The rescue team was able to remove the broken windshield without cutting into the car, and the A-post was so badly damaged it easily cut in half. They peeled the frame off the driver's compartment and removed Kelly's belts slowly before sliding a hard plastic board behind Kelly's back. They slowly lowered her back and slid her gingerly onto the backboard. Kelly was surprised how little it hurt to move her.

Unfortunately, strapping her to the board was less forgiving, as the thick nylon straps dug into her shins and forehead. There were small pads on them, but they were of little comfort. Secured to the stretcher, they began to pull Kelly out of her wrecked car. For the first time, she was struck by the silence—there was no roar of the engines, and even the crowd had gone silent. She was unsure if she had gone deaf for a moment until she realized the race had been stopped for the accident, which unsurprisingly did little to help her mood.

She tried to give a labored thumbs-up with her right arm to signal to her family and anyone else that she was okay, even though she knew that wasn't exactly an accurate description of her condition. There was a muffled applause of support from the crowd as her arm moved.

They loaded her quickly into the back of the waiting rig and began to drive off. Becky took a pair of shears to the fire suit, cutting the length of Kelly's left side. The inside of the rig felt like a blast freezer to her exposed skin. Becky snipped away the side of her black Nike sports bra to get to her hurt ribs but kept most of the fabric across her chest for modesty. Tucker quickly inserted an IV into her right elbow so confidently Kelly didn't even notice it was happening until the warm relief of pain medication hit her bloodstream.

It was at this point, with some of the pain subsiding, that she noticed her vision was fuzzy in her left eye, and she closed it softly against the harsh lights. "How ya feelin' there, hun?" Becky asked caringly.

"Better," Kelly let out before taking a sharp breath against the pain in her ribs. Becky lowered an oxygen mask to Kelly's face as they rode smoothly to the nearby ER.

It was nearly 45 minutes before Dr. Caldwell entered the waiting room where Kelly's family sat nervously.

"Hi, you must be Kelly's parents," Dr. Caldwell said warmly, maybe a little fakely and overly prepared, but in the nerves of the situation, not out of place.

"How is she, doc?" Her father asked, clearly nervous of the answer.

"Going top to bottom, she's got a few good bumps. She has a concussion, four dislocated ribs, a bone bruise just above the elbow joint in her humerus, and she broke every finger except her thumb in her left hand. She has a meniscus tear in her left knee and a dislocated ankle. Ultimately, she may need surgery on the ankle, but the rest should heal with rest and time. We're just getting her settled in her room if you'd like to come in and see her. It's going to be a painful few weeks for her, but I expect she should be back to normal in a few weeks or months."