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[resusboi]

Anyone want to come and get wired up

[aedleader]

Empowering Safety: The Role of AED Administrators in Saving Lives

In the realm of emergency medical response, Automated External Defibrillators (AEDs) are invaluable tools that significantly enhance the chances of survival during sudden cardiac arrest (SCA) incidents. While the availability of AEDs in public and private spaces is crucial, the role of AED administrators cannot be overstated. These individuals are responsible for the maintenance, training, and overall management of AED programs, ensuring that the devices are always ready to save lives. This article delves into the essential responsibilities of AED administrators, the impact of their work on community health and safety, and the best practices they should follow to optimize the effectiveness of AED programs.

Understanding the Importance of AEDs

Sudden cardiac arrest is a leading cause of death worldwide, and it can strike anyone, anywhere, at any time. During SCA, the heart abruptly stops beating effectively, causing blood flow to vital organs to cease. Without immediate intervention, the chances of survival decrease dramatically with each passing minute. AEDs are designed to provide a rapid response by delivering an electric shock to the heart, potentially restoring a normal rhythm.

AEDs are user-friendly devices that guide laypersons through the defibrillation process with voice prompts and visual cues. Despite their ease of use, the effectiveness of AEDs relies heavily on proper maintenance, timely access, and adequate training—all areas where AED administrators play a critical role.

The Role of AED Administrators

AED administrators are tasked with ensuring that AED devices are functional, accessible, and ready for use in emergencies. Their responsibilities encompass several key areas:

Maintenance and Regular Checks: AED administrators must perform routine inspections and maintenance of the devices. This includes checking the battery status, ensuring the electrodes are within their expiration date, and verifying that the device has passed its self-tests. Regular maintenance ensures that the AED will function correctly when needed.

Training and Education: Providing training to potential AED users is a fundamental responsibility of AED administrators. This includes organizing and conducting CPR and AED training sessions for employees, volunteers, and community members. Proper training empowers individuals to respond confidently and effectively in an emergency.

Compliance with Regulations: AED administrators must ensure that their AED program complies with local, state, and national regulations. This includes maintaining records of inspections, training sessions, and incidents where the AED was used. Compliance ensures legal protection and supports the credibility of the AED program.

Strategic Placement of AEDs: Deciding where to place AEDs is crucial for maximizing their accessibility. AED administrators need to conduct risk assessments to determine high-traffic areas and locations where cardiac arrest is most likely to occur. Strategic placement increases the likelihood that an AED can be quickly retrieved during an emergency.

Community Engagement: AED administrators often play a role in raising awareness about the importance of AEDs and encouraging community members to participate in training programs. Engaging the community fosters a culture of preparedness and increases the number of individuals capable of responding to cardiac emergencies.

Impact of AED Administrators on Community Health

The presence of AED administrators and well-managed AED programs can significantly impact community health and safety. Their work contributes to several positive outcomes:

Increased Survival Rates: Effective AED programs, supported by diligent administrators, can dramatically increase survival rates from sudden cardiac arrest. Immediate defibrillation is critical, and well-maintained AEDs ensure that this life-saving intervention is available when needed.

Enhanced Public Confidence: When the public knows that AEDs are available and that individuals are trained to use them, confidence in community safety increases. This sense of security can encourage more public gatherings and activities, knowing that emergency response measures are in place.

Empowered Responders: Training provided by AED administrators empowers individuals to act during emergencies. Trained responders are more likely to intervene effectively, potentially saving lives and reducing the severity of cardiac events.

Health Education and Awareness: Through training and community engagement, AED administrators contribute to broader health education. They raise awareness about cardiac health, the importance of early defibrillation, and the value of learning CPR, fostering a more informed and proactive community.

Best Practices for AED Administrators

To maximize the effectiveness of AED programs, AED administrators should adhere to best practices in their management and operations:

Regular Training and Refresher Courses: Ensure that all potential AED users receive initial training and regular refresher courses. Keeping skills up to date is crucial for maintaining confidence and competence in emergency situations.

Consistent Maintenance Checks: Implement a schedule for regular maintenance checks and self-tests of AED devices. Log each inspection to track the device's condition and readiness.

Accessible and Visible AED Placement: Place AEDs in accessible, high-visibility locations. Use clear signage to indicate the presence of an AED and ensure that the devices are not obstructed or locked away.

Data Management and Incident Reporting: Maintain detailed records of AED usage, maintenance, and training sessions. Report any incidents involving AED use to appropriate authorities and review each event to identify areas for improvement.

Community Involvement and Advocacy: Engage the community through awareness campaigns, public demonstrations, and involvement in training programs. Advocacy for AED availability in more locations can also enhance community safety.

Partnerships with Local Health Organizations: Collaborate with local health organizations, emergency services, and other stakeholders to create a comprehensive emergency response network. These partnerships can provide additional resources and support for AED programs.

Up-to-Date Knowledge: Stay informed about the latest advancements in AED technology, regulations, and best practices. Continuous learning ensures that AED administrators can provide the best possible support for their programs.

Conclusion: Empowering Communities Through AED Administration

The role of AED administrators is pivotal in ensuring the effectiveness and reliability of AED programs. Their dedication to maintenance, training, and community engagement directly contributes to saving lives and enhancing public safety. By adhering to best practices and fostering a culture of preparedness, AED administrators empower communities to respond swiftly and effectively to cardiac emergencies.

In a world where sudden cardiac arrest remains a leading cause of death, the presence of well-maintained AEDs and trained responders can make the difference between life and death. AED administrators, through their commitment and expertise, play a vital role in this life-saving effort. Their work not only supports individual health outcomes but also strengthens the overall resilience and safety of the communities they serve.

Empowering safety through AED administration is an ongoing process that requires vigilance, education, and community involvement. As more individuals become aware of the importance of AEDs and receive the necessary training to use them, the collective ability to respond to cardiac emergencies will continue to improve. Ultimately, the work of AED administrators ensures that life-saving tools and knowledge are always within reach, ready to be deployed in critical moments.

[alotofpockets]

When your heart stops beating | Part 1 | Leah Williamson x Lioness!Reader

Where you go down on the pitch and go into cardiac arrest

Warnings: cardiac arrest, CPR, AED, possibly incorrect medical terms

A/n: Happy birthday @wosoamazing, this one is for you!

Read Part 2 here

Woso masterlist | Words: 2.1k

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“She does know this game day walk is meant to be relaxing, right?” Millie asks Leah, while the two of them watch you run around with Grace. Leah’s face lights up as you rush past and your giggles reach her ears. “I think she knows, but that she doesn’t care.” 

Where Leah was often found in a quiet corner of the room playing her sudoku’s, you were always running around and doing something active. Today on your game day walk, that consisted of playing tag with Grace. 

“I don’t know how you keep up with her.” Millie had known the both of you for a long time, and yet the question always lingered somewhere in the back of her mind. Leah Williamson was usually the quiet and composed one, especially since she became a part of the captain’s team. You, on the other hand, were always present and expressive. 

“I don’t have to keep up, cause at the end of the day, she always comes running back to me.” Leah said with a content smile. As if you heard Leah’s words, you came running towards her, “Hi baby.” You put your arms around her as you walked backwards for a few steps. “Hi love, did you win?” 

The smirk on your face instantly gave away the answer. “I did, ‘cause Gracie gave up when I was too fast for her.” Leah kissed your forehead, “That’s my girl. Hope you have enough energy left for the match.” You make your way around so you’re now walking next to Leah, “Oh yeah, don’t worry cap, you know I’ve got plenty more where this came from.” Leah rolls her eyes, she might be your captain, but she hated when you called her that.

You had been right though, you were running up and down the flank as if you hadn’t been running around all morning already. You went into halftime with a 1-1 score, knowing Leah was going to give her captain’s speech about being better on set pieces. There had been plenty of opportunities to have broken the tie with them, but hadn’t been able to get the ball in the back of the net from them yet. 

After halftime you're able to break free on the left hand side of the pitch, you manage to get the ball in the far corner where you are quickly surrounded by two defenders. You tried to get out with some fancy footwork, but they weren’t falling for your tricks. Instead you opted on getting the corner, so you kicked the ball against one of them to get it out of bounds. 

Alex ran up to take the corner, while you made your way to the box. You give each other a quick high five, “Let’s show Leah what we can do from set pieces.” Alex said before continuing on her way to the corner.

Once everyone was in position, Alex lifted her hands, and sent her cross in. The ball was coming right in front of the goal, you ran forward and jumped up into the air hoping to reach it. What you hadn’t seen was that the goalkeeper had taken a couple of steps forward and took a firm stand to punch the ball out of the way. Less than a second after you head the ball in the direction of the goal a pair of fists collide with your chest. A shot of pain goes through your whole body as you fall to the ground. The moment your head hits the ground, the world around you goes blank.

Alessia was the first one by your side, as she had stood ready at the back post. You weren’t moving, and you weren’t responding. Alessia looks up with a face full of worry, only to meet Leah’s panicked eyes. 

The medical team was quick by your side, and told the surrounding players to give them some space. Alessia stood up and pulled Leah away from the scene, “Come on, they need space to help her.”

“She isn’t breathing.” One medic said to the other. He went to check your pulse next, “Her pulse is weak. Let’s get her on some air and get her on a heart rate monitor.” The medic made quick work of getting the right equipment, while the players watched the scene unfold in horror, their faces pale with fear and concern. 

They put the oxygen mask on your face, and connect the electrodes to your chest. Your heartbeat was shown on the monitor, and like the medic said it was weak. The beeps sounding from the monitor started slowing down. “Heart rate is dropping. Prepare for CPR.”

Beth stood with her arm around a crying Leah. It was hard for the whole team to see you on the ground like this, but Beth knew that someone needed to be strong for Leah. The rest of the team stood grouped to the side, worriedly looking at their unconscious teammate.

Leah fell to her knees when they started doing CPR on you, Beth tried comforting her as best as she could while tears started forming in her eyes as well. An ambulance was driven onto the pitch, and the paramedics ran up to take over CPR. 

One of the paramedics took over compressions, while the other got the defibrillator ready. The paramedic halts the compressions for a moment as they cut off your shirt. “Hold compressions.” The lead paramedics says, and places the defibrillator paddles on your chest. 

The whole stadium was quiet as the paramedics got ready to shock your heart. “Charging.” The paramedic said, followed by a beep signalling that the defibrillator was ready to shock, “Clear!” 

Your body jolted from the shock, and the paramedics eyed the monitor hopefully. Still nothing. They started compressions again, while the machine recharged. 

“Come on, stay with me.” Leah cried out as the pedals were brought to your chest again. “Clear!” Another shock jolts through your body. “We’ve got her!” The paramedic says, his voice full of relief as the monitor shows a steady heartbeat.  

Your heart might be beating again, but you were still unconscious. “Alright, let’s get her to a hospital.” The stretcher was brought from the back of the ambulance, and you were moved onto it. 

Leah was taking off her armband and shoving it in Beth’s hands. “I have to go with her.” Beth understood, “Go, we’ve got this.” Leah runs over to the ambulance and gets into the back with you. Her eyes were focussed on the steady rhythm of your heart beat on the monitor, while she held your hand tightly. “Stay with me baby.” She whispered over and over again. Leah was definitively in shock, having just watched her girlfriend die and be brought back to life, but your fight wasn’t over yet, you still had to wake up.

Leah sat at your bedside, her hand clutched around yours. The doctor's had done many tests and scans, and had told her that all the tests came back negative and your scans were clear. They had to wait until you woke up to fully assess your memory and motor function. While the doctors were sounding hopeful, Leah still feared the worst.

Doctor's checked on you every 30 minutes. Leah never moved away, staying by your side, holding your hand. It was after the fourth check in that Leah suddenly felt you squeezed her hand. She shot up instantly, “Baby, I'm here.” 

You slowly open your eyes and take in your surroundings. A hospital? You’d have to ask someone what happened, but first you had a more urgent question, so you turn towards the voice. “Did it go in?”

Leah’s eyes filled up with tears. “Did what go in?” You frown, Leah wanted better set pieces and now she didn't know what you were referring to? “The corner, did I score?” Your girlfriend chuckles lightly, realising that this meant you remembered what happened before the accident. “Yes, you did.” Leah wipes the tears from her cheeks.

“Did we win?” You ask next, still having more important questions on your mind than the one relating to you being in a hospital bed. “I don’t know actually.” You’re about to take out the nasal cannula cause you didn’t like the feeling. “Baby, don't touch that, you gotta leave that in.” 

Leah pressed the help button on your bedside, like the nurse had urged her to do when you woke up. “What’s going on Lee?” She shakes her head, “Let’s wait for the doctor’s.” You didn’t understand why Leah didn’t just tell you what was going on, so you pushed more. “Why so serious, love? I just want to know why I can’t take these tubes off.” Leah really tried not being the one to break this to you, but she knew you wouldn’t drop it. 

“Because I watched you die.” You watch her in disbelief. “Your heart stopped on the pitch, they had to shock your heart back to life. You aren’t taking that off until a doctor tells you it’s okay.” The realisation of what had happened started dawning on you. “Copy that, cap.” She rolls her eyes, but steps closer to hug you. 

“Sorry to interrupt,” The nurse walked in. “I see someone is awake. How are you feeling?” You look between Leah and the nurse. “Leah, said I couldn’t take this oxygen thing off, because I died. Did I really die?” The nurse nods, “You did for a moment. Your heart stopped beating after your accident, but the medical team and the paramedics got you back. After that you were brought here, all your tests and scans looked good. The doctor just wants to do a couple tests before you can take the nasal cannula out, I will ask her to come down here soon, I promise.”

Sure enough the doctor showed up in your room within the next five minutes. She did some tests and you were able to take the tube away. “Alright, I want to keep you overnight, just to make sure. Some more tests in the morning, and if those are clear you can go home.”

You couldn’t wait to get home and no longer be in the gloomy hospital room. Lotte had come by with some dinner, and your bags from the stadium. Leah used the time Lotte was there to keep you company to quickly get changed out of her kit, and into the clothes she had packed this morning when she left home. 

After some dinner, Lotte took a picture of the both of you to send to the group chat with an update to the rest of the team. The admin team contacted you to ask if you consented to them using the picture in your injury update post, which you agreed to.

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Lionesses just posted

Lionesses: After some scary moments today, we are happy to share that Y/n is concious and doing well.

She will continue to be monitored, but should make a full recovery.

Sending all our love and well wishes towards you, Y/n!

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Leah stayed the night, there was no way she was going to leave your side any time soon. She spent the evening cuddled up with you on the hospital bed, watching a movie together. For you the accident was just what people told you had happened, otherwise it was just one big blank space and then waking up in the hospital. Of course it had been scary to hear that your heart stopped beating, but Leah had seen all that happen. She watched you die, and that visual wasn’t going to leave her head any time soon.

The next morning you successfully finished all the doctor’s tests, and were ready to go home. Lotte was there again to pick you up, since you had both gotten here in the back of the ambulance. 

The doctor’s had put you on bedrest, which you weren’t looking forward to, but you knew it was for your own safety. Leah had already let the staff know that she was taking the week off to be with you, which they fully understood. 

After Lotte dropped the two of you off at your house, Leah took you right to the bedroom where she told you to stay put. Five minutes later she came back with blankets, pillows, water bottles, and snacks. “We’re having a movie marathon, doctor’s orders.” You smiled at her fondly, usually you had too much energy to sit through a full movie, and you realised that Leah was going to take advantage of your bedrest situation. Not that you mattered one bit though, you were all for a night of cuddles with her.

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[lil-bitty-lubdubs]

The Basement Series- Freya Pt.4

Just then the bell rang. Though the room was soundproof, Cal had installed a fixture for the deaf that flickered the lights instead of ringing in the basement. He knew who it would be at the door. Rolling his eyes, he dethatched himself from his beauty, Freya, and went for the door.

He opened it and sure enough, it was as he feared.

“Bastian “Baas” Conroe.” He greeted the fair skinned dark haired man.

“Well if it isn’t the tri-state killer…” Bastian joked pushing past Cal.

“You do know you’re just as guilty and of far more than I right?”

“Details.” Baas shrugged. “So I heard a woman is missing in the area, for a few days now. What’s she like?”

Cal had to smile. Baas knew him so well. “Her name is Freya. She is lots of fun and a beauty. You wanna join in on the fun? I was about to go in for another resus.”

Bas’s eyes lit up. “Definitely.”

“Come and meet her.” Cal unbolted the door to the basement and led him down the stairs. “You’ll be smitten”.

Freya lay on the bed, AED still attached to her chest, eyes closed. She was breathing rhythmically and softly, the rise of fall of her bare chest, steady. Baas came up and placed his hand over her heart. It pumped softly underneath his fingers setting his nerves on fire. “Oh, you’re right. She is definitely a gorgeous specimen.

What have you exhausted so far, Cal?”

“Potassium. Heroin. And straight up defib. I’m thinking about going with gas now. Paralyzing agent and then anesthesia.”

Baas whistled. “Where’d you get your hands on those? You got to introduced me to your supplier.”

Cal laughed. “You wanna do the honors?” Cal handed him a mask attached to a bag.

“Thank you”. Baas took the mask but placed it by Freya’s head. “But first lets see those eyes.” He patted her cheek trying to wake her. “Come on babydoll wake up,”  he shook her a bit and she started moaning but her eyes remained closed. He put his knuckles into her sternum and gave her a rub. “Come on baby let me see those eyes.” he rubbed as he opened one eyelid. Freya finally came around the pain stimulus awakening her senses; startled to see a face she did not know.

“There you go. Hello Freya baby.” he smiled at her as he stoked her cheek. “You were right Cal, those eyes are to die for.”

The mention of Cal brought Freya back to reality. She started to cry. “Please…..” she moaned.

“Hush now babydoll,” Baas comforted her as the hissing mask descended over her nose and mouth. “It’s ok. Breathe in.” He urged her.

“NO!” Freya screamed.  She tried moving her head do he wouldn’t be able to put the mask on her but he easily managed.  She held her breath but it was only a matter of time. Baas however didn’t wait. He squeezed the bag, filling her lungs with the gas.

She cried louder but he kept bagging her rhythmically. “Take it into your lungs beautiful. . Just relax. I’m going to be taking over your breathing for you in just a minute when you go into respiratory arrest. Freya noticed she was becoming still. She wanted to fight and thrash but her body was slowly going to sleep. Her heartbeat went up dramatically on the AED screen. “That’s it babydoll! That’s right.”

“Yes sweetheart!” Cal poked his head in to her line of sight. “Good girl. We’re gonna show Baas here how much fun we have. yeah. You’re taking in a paralytic right now, you will be conscious and unable to move or breathe until we administer your anesthesia.”

It was already working. Drool began dripping out of the corner of her mouth as all movement left her. Baas smiled. She felt dread rising in her loins. Her bowels released. “Yes, there you go babydoll. just relax into paralysis”  Baas coached her along, sticking a gloved finger into her anus. Fear was rustling in the chambers of her heart. The monitor sounded accordingly with an alarm as her stats rose dramatically. She couldn’t inhale, talk, move. Not even an inch. Adrenalin coursed into her blood.

Baas took the mask off her and leaned in and kissed the saliva off her face. Then he closed her nose and gave her a deep breath. “Mmmm….” he moaned. “you are indeed luscious.” he grinned playing with her nipple, looking intently in her fear filled eyes. He bent down slow, one hand sliding right the center of her sternum. He blew into her chest cavity again this time slow, deep, sensual, savoring every moment of the feel of her mouth, the rise of her chest against his hot palm. He broke away and just stood watching her, watching her rhythm on the AED screen. He was in no hurry.

Freya, on the other hand, already felt the need to breathe, her mind was running at light speed, the need for air leading  her to panic. Baas took his time as Cal fumbled with the switches to another tank. No doubt this one the anesthetic. He finally placed the mask on her face again and squeezed air and gas into her with the bag. He continued, Freya laying conscious but utterly helpless at his mercy. Cal changed the tubes and a new smell filled the mask. Baas leaned in closer watching her wide open eyes intently, enjoying the control he had over her. He held the ambu bag sealed over her mouth and nose with one hand, while stroking her face with the other a few times.

“I got you babydoll” his hand moved to squeeze the bag. A flood of oxygen filled Freya. It felt good. cold. Satisfying. Infuriating. Cruel. So many things she felt.

Now her heart began acting up. She could feel it writhe out of rhythm inside her chest. the anesthetic causing an overdose in her system. Higher and higher her pulse climbed until at 255 her useless quiver gave out its wonderings and left her lifefeless.

“Cardiac arrest” Cal announced as he set up a series of needles filled to the brim with cardiac inducing drugs. Baas placed his head on Frey’s chest. Finding no beat he lost control and came hard in his briefs.

‘You enjoyed that huh?” Cal smiled at him when he was done.

“Most definitely. She is a most worthy specimen.”

“Lets resus shall we ?”

“Can I be the one to pump her heart?” he asked.

Cal nodded and injected her IV with adrenaline. He waved at Baas to begin.

 Baas interlaced his knuckles together over her dead heart. Cal came in and closed her nose, filling her with more air. He could tell she hated when he breathed into her mouth, which made her helplessness all the more potent.

Baas thrust into her over and over. “Come on sweetie,” he willed her back as he worked her heart ferociously, harder than Cal had done previously. “You ain’t got no choices here babydoll.” he paused for Cal to insert air into her then continued. “I got my hands right here between your nipples pumping your little heart. I know the adrenalin burns like hell, so don’t make us give you another one. We’ll work your heart all fucking night if that’s what it takes.” he pumped, her ribs cracking under the strain.

“Come on sweetheart” Cal coaxed her, sliding two fingers into her carotid as Baas worked her muscle without mercy. Cal handed him another syringe, this one massive for intracardiac use. “Another one.” Baas ordered as he found the space between her ribs and jammed the needle into her heart. He thrust its entire contends into her ventricle and grabbed the other from Cal, doing the same. The men paused to watch the effects on the monitor. A tiny blip appeared. 5  seconds later another and another.

“’She’s back..” Baas announced. “Good girl.” he felt for a femoral pulse.

“Its too slow.” Cal told Baas.

“Much too slow “he agreed and placed his hands back between Freya’s breasts. He continued compressions helping her heart to find sinus rhythm while Cal inserted drugs into her IV and watched as Baas gently monitored the pulse in her neck, “Give her some  air Baas” he instructed. “I got to get a fresh 02 tank from the garage.”

 Baas obliged pinching her narrow nostrils and sealing his mouth on hers. He thrust. Her chest shot up. Again and again he breathed into her, keeping one eye on the AED reading. Just as Cal returned with he tank, she gasped deep and hard.

Baas shivered and let another wave of pleasure roll over him. He had his member out in his hand, Freya opened her eyes though still unable to move much, at that moment Baas he straddled her placing his tip right on her lower lips. She groaned as he spilled onto her, an orgasm raging in her loins as well. Tears flowed out of her eyes as she felt betrayed by her own body. When Baas was done he got onto the bed with her, cleaning up her bowl movement, and propping her up against his chest, her head bent back onto his shoulder. He continued to breathe for her, keeping his hand smack over her heart, its pumping absolutely hypnotizing. As she regained her facilities she started fighting his breath but he quickly put both his hands into her diagram Heimlich style and emptied her lungs of air. ‘Don’t fight me Freya. Just take my breathe into your lungs babydoll. “

Inadvertently she tried to breathe once more. Again he emptied her diaphragm and held the pressure.

She had no choice but to comply, she relaxed. Letting him breathe her up. He filled her with his own breath as she lay against him, his other hand feeling the beats of her heart between her breasts. she prayed for death until her call was answered.

[lektoheart]

Beta 0.5 has released! Download it here

Change Log:

Updated Game Loop: The game loop has been changed to be more simulation focused. Now the patient will always start conscious and the player will have to make them enter arrest. Currently, the only ways to accomplish this is by shocking their heart repeatedly or by making their heart rate go too high or too low.

Added a heart monitor. The monitor will display the waveform of the current heart rhythm. It can also play heartbeat sounds, beep sounds, or nothing, depending on the settings set in the user preferences menu.

Control Updates: The charge settings of the defib and aed modes must now be controlled manually using the arrow keys. The controls for changing the selected character have been moved to the tab key. Additionally, the controls for changing the patient's heartbeat can be accessed by pressing the Z key.

Modifiers: The Endless and Arrest Happy modifier have been removed, as they now longer fit the new game loop. The Faint Heart modifier has been added, which lowers the patient's max heart health by 50%. This makes it easier to make the patient enter arrest, as well as makes them easier to revive.

New Characters: Evelyn and June

New Stage: Gym

[resuswhore]

there's something so hot about those last few minutes when the team is considering calling time on a resusee. when the victim has been down for a half hour with no change, maybe not even their first arrest, no reaction to any interventions.

they're intubated and vented and on the LUCAS. still in the chaotic wreck of a trauma bay. life suspended without a flurry of hands. there is nothing else that can be done. all else has been tried.

the team of doctors and nurses and medical staff have al but given up. still holding out hope, but part of them knows it is hopeless. they stand a pace away from the body on the table. waiting. watching the monitor. watching as the only activity is the violent beating of the LUCAS on the poor patient's heart.

the patients chest caves in, ribs shattered and sternum cracked under dozens of rounds of compressions from hands and the LUCAS alike. the piston is relentless. beating in the patients poor sternum to pump the heart. their belly bulges with each one, violently slow, even in the most toned of patients, just because of how forceful the compressions are on such a slack body.

their eyes are staring at nothing. all the light has left. their mouth is held open by tubes and airways and gauze ties. their throat pulses with agonal gasps and gags and spasms, that and the harsh pulsing of the LUCAS. their chest shifts with each breath given.

they're shirtless. abandoned on the gurney. chest, bruised and broken, on display. perhaps glossy from conductive jelly. or maybe AED pads cling uselessly to the lifeless chest.

their arms strewn out and hanging with IV lines from when efforts were still being made, when there were efforts that could be made. there's fluids hanging to one. a syringe of epi still connected to another, about to fall from the bed and hang from the hub line.

there's a sheet over their legs, it's soiled with urine, as a catheter was first an afterthought, and now placing one feels like one last insult to the patient's dignity. hours of resuscitative work, from this code and the codes prior, have kept their struggling kidneys producing fluids that the bladder has failed to retain during the ins and outs of their weak heartbeat.

their skin has lost all warmth. it's greying and cold. their lips are a shade ranging from crimson purple to nearly white, depending on their prior complexion. their eyes have sunken in. there is no life to be found in their face.

and yet still. the LUCAS pumps pumps and pumps away. the ventilator hissssss. click. hissssss. clicks over and over. the two in tandem.

the doctor eyes the clock. one more minute. then his watch. just one more, they can do it. a nurse looks back.

it goes on and on.

[beatingheart-writingwoes]

Wired

Summary: Liam's heart is connected to a bomb, and the only way to stop it from exploding is to kill him. Preferably only temporarily.

Warnings: Mild gore (not detailed), blood, modern setting, defibrillator paddles, defibrillation used to cause cardiac arrest, agonal breathing

Liam looked at the numbers slowly ticking down in time with his heartbeat, laying on a gurney in a haphazardly thrown together medical room in an abandoned warehouse. Of all the things he had gotten involved with, this was one of the more dire. Maybe he should retire from scout work after this. Be was getting up in age compared to most under cover agents, you tended to start slipping up more at 40. Like right now. His heart rate ticked up when he heard the door slam open, which he internally cursed himself at.

“Took you long enough,” he said when he spotted the younger agents stopped at the door. Michael was a tall and bulky man while Sasha was a short young woman. Some of the best, if you asked him, which was why they were the first he called.

“Are you ok?” Sasha asked as she moved forward as Michael looked around for any sign of an ambush.

“Peachy, except for the bomb I'm hooked up to,” Liam replied, motioning to the timer still ticking down.

“Hooked up to?” Michael, satisfied that there wasn't anyone else there, stepped into the room. Liam tugged his dress shirt open, revealing a large, stitched up gash just under his left collarbone where a block visibly sat under the skin.

“Last I checked, I didn't have an ICD,” the older man stated. “That timer is set to my heartbeat. Which is why I’m cracking jokes; I need to be calm or else it goes off a lot quicker than we can handle.”

“OK, so we just open the stitches and deactivate it,” Sasha said.

“The pain would make my heart rate spike,” he glanced nervously at the timer. “You’all have to stop my heart to pause the timer and safely deactivate it. Afterwards, use the medical supplies here to resuscitate me. Simple.”

“What?!” both of the other agents yelped.

“Absolutely not,” Michael insisted.

“Liam, we can’t kill you–” Sasha was interrupted, though, by the timer chirping as the older man's heart rate picked up, speeding up the countdown.

“We don't have time. Either do that or leave so I don't take us all down with me,” He growled.

The other two exchanged a look before quickly grabbing various equipment and rushing them over to the gurney. There was no AED, instead an older defibrillator model with manual paddles. Probably because an AED wouldn't shock a healthy heart, and the bastards that did this probably needed to stop it to set the bomb up to begin with.

This would be Liam’s second time dying.

“This is fucking stupid,” Michael swallowed thickly as he applied gel to the paddles.

“Either this or we blow up,” Liam breathed, looking down at the black, blocky defibrillator paddles the other man pressed to his chest, one under his right collarbone and the other under his left pectoral and to the side. “Ready?”

“We should be asking you that,” Sasha replied as she gathered various other supplies.

“On three,” Michael said. “One… two… three!”

He depressed the buttons on either paddle and the electricity discharged with a thud. Liam jerked, chest bucking and arms leaping from the gurney as an involuntary grunt was forced out of him by the muscle contractions. Just as quickly, he went limp, eyes vacantly staring straight ahead. The monitor screamed as a sawtooth line traced across the screen. The timer on the bomb froze and the other two let out a breath.

“Ok, start chest compressions while I cut the wires,” Sasha urged as she rushed over, scalpel in hand.

“While you’re using the sharp knife?”

“Yes, while I’m using the sharp fucking knife. Now!”

Miachael wisely didn’t say anything else as he stacked his hands to the center of Liam’s chest and started pumping. The older man's chest caved under the other man’s palms, ribs bending and creaking in protest as his sternum was forced to squeeze his heart against his spine. His shoulders shrugged inwards and his stomach bounced in time with each compression, a small huff of air forced from his lungs.

Sasha was quick to slice open the stitches where the small box laid just under Liam’s skin, blood spilling from the reopened cut. She pulled the skin back– Michael looked away so he didn’t gag– and started examining the wires. She carefully cut what she presumed were the necessary ones. The numbers on the bomb vanished completely, indicating its deactivation. She pressed gauze to the now open wound and taped it in place.

“We’ll worry about stitches when he’s back at the base. I’m not taking those wires or the device out yet because I don’t want to shred his heart.” Sasha looked at the screen. “I think that’s vfib, let’s try shocking him.”

She scooped up the paddles and pressed the charge button. Once she indicated for him to stand back, Michael all but leaped off of Liam’s chest. She pressed the paddles to their previous spots under his right collarbone and to his left side and pressed the discharge buttons. Again, his chest bucked and arms spasmed before going completely limp again. The sawtooth pattern was replaced with a flat line. Both of them recalled something about that pattern not being able to be shocked. Cursing, Michael restarted chest compressions without hesitation.

“Fuck. Uh… breathing. There’s gotta be one of those mask things here,” Sasha said quickly as she dug through the crash cart. She pulled a mask and bag from the cart, quickly assembling it and pressing the mask to Liam’s face and tipping his head back. “Pause.” Michael obeyed, stopping compressions. She squeezed the bag, watching Liam’s cheeks round as his chest rose. Once. Twice. “Ok, thirty to two.”

“One, two, three, four, five…” Michael counted with each shove downwards into the other man’s chest. The mask muffled the small huffing noises from Liam as air was forced out of him again. “..28, 29, 30!”

Again his chest rose and fell with the artificial breaths.

"One, two, three, four, five…” There was a crack and something gave under his palms. He ignored it and kept pumping. Moving blood was more important than broken bones. He paused after reaching thirty again, feeling the other's chest swell and deflate with each squeeze of the bag.

"After this round, switch with me.”

He continued compressions for another thirty count, trying his best to ignore the odd clicking he could feel from one of his ribs. “... 28, 29, 30!” He lifted his hands and took the bag and mask after Sasha forced another two breaths into Liam’s still lungs. Michael breathed heavily, not realizing how tiring giving CPR was until he was no longer single mindedly focused on acting as the other man’s heart. “There’s medicine we can use, right? Don’t they usually use epinephrine or something to help?”

“I think so? I don’t know how much to use, though!” Sasha grit out as she took over chest compressions. “..10, 11, 12, 13…”

Either he could blindly draw medication and hope he didn’t end up making sure Liam stayed dead, or he could focus on doing what he for sure knew he could do– squeeze the bag and breathe for him when Sasha stopped. Michael decided it was safer to do as he was instructed for now. If Liam’s heart didn’t go back into that sawtooth pattern that could be shocked by the end of this cycle, then they'd have little choice but to try and hope that they gave the right medications and in the right amount. Sasha reached thirty and Michael squeezed the bag. Liam’s cheeks rounded and throat bulged slightly as air was forced into his chest, only for it to be crushed out of his lungs with a harsh wheeze by Sasha bringing her weight down onto his sternum.

“One, two, three, four, five…”

Suddenly the dying man's jaw moved from under the mask.

“I think he moved! Liam?” Michael removed the mask. Sasha jammed her fingers into the pulse point in his throat as she stared at the still flatlined monitor. Liam's eyes were half-lidded and his skin bloodless looking, lips tinted blue. His jaw twitched and his mouth gaped open with an odd snoring noise.

“He still doesn't have a pulse,” Sasha relayed before starting chest compressions again.

“But he's breathing–”

“That isn't breathing. It means he's fighting, though. 15, 16, 17…”

Michael pressed the mask to his face again, ignoring the feeling of his jaw occasionally jerking. When the time came again to squeeze the bag, there was a tiny wheeze when he was forced to breathe.

The monitor beeped and both of them turned to look. The sawtooth pattern had replaced the stubborn flat line.

“Ok, vfib!” Michael exclaimed. Sasha backed off, breathing heavily, as Michael grabbed the paddles and set them to charge. He pressed them to Liam’s chest like before and pressed the buttons. Liam bucked again like before, and when he went limp, beautiful peaks and valleys appeared on the monitor instead of the flat line or sawtooth pattern. Sasha’s hand shot to his throat, fingers pressed into the soft flesh under his jaw.

“He’s back. Holy fuck.”

Liam's eyes fluttered and he groaned, hand clumsily coming up to the gauze tapped to his upper left chest. A bruise was beginning to form on his sternum now that there was proper blood flow. Michael grabbed his hand to stop him from pawing at the gauze.

“Easy, easy, don't touch it,” He soothed.

“Can you hear us, buddy?” Sasha asked, gently patting his cheek. His gaze blearily moved to her face.

“Yes,” he croaked. And then promptly passed out.

But he was alive.

[yayoineko]

Aww nuoooo! Dr. Meridian found the Megatron x Optimus fanfiction! and he's starting from the very beginning!

Quick, unplug the monitor! C= C= C= C= C=┌(;・ω・)┘ Get the emergency *AED ready! ヽ(￣д￣;)ノ=3=3=3 In case he passes out and falls off, places mattresses around his aerial lift~! *plop* [二二] ノ( º _ ºノ)

(*AED =automated external defibrillator)

[sevasey51]

Ive enjoyed your POTS fics... I was wondering if maybe you'd write one where the Halstead sister reader is out at Mollys with Connor and her brothers and she collapses. She doesn't have POTS but they figure out after that she has Long QT syndrome. Her heart stops and they have to get the AED and do compressions. Fluffy ending when she wakes up at Med and comforting her when she learns she needs an ICD.

Heartbeats of Love

Summary: After collapsing at Molly’s, Y/N is rushed to Med, where it’s discovered she has Long QT Syndrome. With her heart stopping, her brothers and Connor work quickly to save her, and Connor stays by her side through the ordeal. As she learns she’ll need an ICD to regulate her heartbeat, the love and support from Connor and her brothers help her face the situation with strength.

It was a typical night at Molly’s, the chatter and clinking of glasses filling the air as the Halstead siblings—Jay, Will, and their sister Y/N—sat at their usual booth, laughing about the most recent case at the hospital. Connor had joined them after his shift, and they’d been catching up for hours. It was nice, easy-going, with everyone relaxed, happy, and enjoying each other’s company.

Y/N hadn’t been feeling 100% that day, but she didn’t want to ruin the night, so she pushed through it. She laughed along with her brothers’ jokes and shared a few of her own, but there was an uncomfortable tightness in her chest she couldn’t shake. It felt like a slow, creeping weight, and she couldn’t quite explain why she felt off. She glanced at Connor, who was talking to Will, and decided it was nothing. Maybe just exhaustion, she thought. It had been a long week.

But then it hit her. She felt dizzy all of a sudden, her vision blurring for a split second. She blinked, trying to refocus, but it was like the world around her was spinning. Before she could even register what was happening, her body collapsed forward, hitting the table before crumpling to the floor.

“Y/N!” Connor shouted, leaping from his seat as everyone around them froze. The room was silent for a moment, only the clatter of her fall echoing through the space.

Jay and Will were on their feet in an instant, rushing to her side. Will’s medical training kicked in, and he immediately started checking for a pulse. “She’s not breathing,” he muttered urgently, his fingers moving quickly along her neck.

Connor dropped to his knees beside Y/N, panic flooding his chest. “Y/N, please,” he whispered, feeling for any sign of life. But nothing. His heart pounded in his ears, his body moving on instinct as he helped Will shift her to the floor to start compressions.

“Jay, get the AED!” Will called out as he began CPR.

Jay darted to the bar, grabbing the defibrillator and sprinting back. By the time he returned, Connor was doing chest compressions, each one a desperate plea for her to wake up. Sweat beaded on his forehead, but there was no time to think. There was no time for panic. His hand trembled as he helped move Y/N’s shirt so the pads could be placed on her chest. “Clear!” Will called, and they shocked her once.

The room felt like it was holding its breath. The entire bar was still, everyone standing in stunned silence as Connor watched the monitor, hoping, praying for any sign of life.

The second shock did the trick. Her heart flickered back to life, and she gasped for air. She coughed weakly, her eyelids fluttering as she began to regain consciousness. Her head was heavy, disoriented, but the voices around her—Connor, Will, Jay—pulled her back into reality.

“Y/N?” Connor’s voice was shaky, but relief filled his features when he saw her eyes opening. His hands were on her face, brushing her hair away as he gently spoke, “It’s okay. You’re okay.”

She tried to sit up, but Connor held her gently, not letting her move too much. “What happened?” she mumbled, her voice hoarse.

Will was already on the phone with the emergency team. “She collapsed, Y/N. You stopped breathing. We had to do compressions.”

Y/N’s face twisted in confusion. “I—I’m fine. What’s going on?” Her heartbeat was erratic, and the dizziness was starting to return, but she didn’t want to acknowledge it. She felt embarrassed, surrounded by her brothers and Connor. It wasn’t how she imagined the night going.

“We’re taking you to Med,” Connor said softly, his voice filled with concern. “You’re okay now, but we’re getting you checked out. Just… don’t fight me on this.”

By the time the ambulance arrived, Y/N was in a haze of exhaustion, her body feeling weak. Connor stayed by her side, holding her hand as they made their way to Med. Will and Jay had joined them, both making sure everything was in order and doing what they could to support her.

At the hospital, Y/N was hooked up to all sorts of monitors. She felt a little silly for causing such a scene, but the fear in her brothers’ eyes made her realize how serious it had been. It wasn’t just the collapse that scared them—it was the fact that she had stopped breathing. Connor had stayed close to her side, never letting go of her hand, constantly reassuring her that everything would be okay.

After a series of tests, they discovered the underlying issue: Long QT Syndrome. Her heart had stopped because her electrical system was misfiring, and her heart rate had dropped dangerously low.

“Y/N,” Will said, his voice gentle but serious, “We’re going to have to implant an ICD. It’s a small device that helps regulate your heartbeat if it starts to go too low again. You’re lucky you didn’t go into cardiac arrest.”

Y/N’s eyes filled with tears. She hadn’t expected something so serious. But Connor, ever the steady force, gave her hand a squeeze. “Hey,” he whispered, looking into her eyes, “We’re going to handle this. You’re not alone in this, okay?”

The warmth in his voice was like a balm to her soul. He wasn’t leaving her side. And her brothers—Will, Jay—they were right there too, making sure she didn’t feel alone.

She nodded slowly, her mind still spinning, but the love and support surrounding her was a comfort she hadn’t expected. As she leaned back in the bed, Connor leaned down and kissed her forehead. “You’re going to be okay. We’ll get through this together.”

When the procedure was scheduled for later that week, Y/N couldn’t help but feel a little nervous. But Connor’s constant presence, his unwavering support, kept her grounded.

As the days passed, Y/N’s confidence grew. Knowing that Connor and her brothers were in her corner made the reality of needing an ICD feel less daunting. It wasn’t a simple fix, but with them by her side, it seemed like something she could face head-on.

When she finally woke up from the procedure, the first face she saw was Connor’s, smiling at her with that familiar warmth. He leaned down to kiss her softly, his voice filled with pride. “You did great, sweetheart.”

And as she looked around, seeing her brothers there, supporting her without hesitation, Y/N felt truly blessed. Her heart may have been a little broken, but it was mending, piece by piece, with the love of her family.

[tangocardiaca]

Makoto Niijima, sister of prosecutor Sae Niijima was walking back home from school. When she entered her house, she was surprised that Sae did not respond to her welcoming. They had an argument a few days ago, where Sae called Makoto "useless". This really hurt Makoto, but she supported Sae with all her heart. Yeah, heart. Because at that moment Sae's heart was not beating at all. Makoto was shocked to see her older sister lying on the floor unconscious with her empty eyes open, but in a moment she regained her focus and started checking Sae. She shook her shoulders and asked if she was okay, but no response. Younger sister checked her breathing and pulse on Sae's neck. None of them were present. Makoto almost started crying for her sis to wake up. She called an ambulance and started doing CPR. Two breaths lifted Sae's gorgeous chest. Then 30 chest compressions done by Makoto kept Sae's blood flowing through her veins and arteries. Tears were flowing on Makoto's cheeks, but she did not give up. The ambulance arrived and paramedics entered the room Makoto was fighting for Sae's life. Sae black shirt was open revealing her black bra and AED pads were placed on her chest. The reading was critical, ventricular fibrillation. She had to be shocked immediately. The machine was charged to 100 Joules and shock has been delivered. Sae's chest jumped and fell down with impact. No reading of sinus rhythm. Still VF. Paramedics continued CPR with rescue breaths, chest compressions and applied one dose of epinephrine. Second analysis showed that Sae was still in V-Fib. 200 Joules were charged and shocked her heart. Her chest jumped once again and fell with the same impact. Luckily her heart went back into normal sinus rhythm. Pulse was also back. Paramedics took Sae on stretcher to an ambulance and allowed Makoto to go with them to a hospital. Makoto was still in fear of her sister's life. She was so in fear that she was silent the whole time they were going to hospital. In hospital Sae was hooked up to 12 lead ekg and she was still monitored in case another cardiac arrest kicks in. She was still unconscious. Makoto was waiting in reception room. She felt she was no longer "useless". Sae was exhausted with the whole case of mental shutdowns and psychotic breakdowns and that stress caused her heart to stop, but it was Makoto, her little sister, who kept her alive.

[resusboi]

My sorta average resting heart rate still a bit exited being hooked up to the ekg

[dr-jesuscpr]

"Breathe, Silvia Part 2

The sound of sirens pierced the night like a scream that refused to end. Red and blue lights painted the walls of the apartment in pulses. Jesus barely registered the sound of the front door being kicked open—his focus was tunneled, locked onto Silvia's unmoving face.

"Sir! Step back, we’ve got her!"

A pair of paramedics one older, with a salt-and-pepper beard, and a younger woman with a sharp, commanding voice rushed in with a stretcher and gear. Jesus scrambled backward, his knees aching from the relentless CPR, his chest heaving as if he were the one fighting for air.

"Unresponsive, no pulse, unknown downtime," he choked out. "She just collapsed."

"How long has she been down?" the woman barked as she dropped to her knees beside Silvia.

"Maybe five minutes..maybe more...I don’t know."

"Get the bag and monitor. Starting compressions again."

The older medic slid beside Silvia and took over immediately. His hands were larger than Jesus’, his compressions stronger, faster, deeper. Silvia’s chest bowed with each thrust her whole body rocked in place, her arms jolting stiffly, her head gently bobbing in sync with the brutal rhythm.

The younger medic snapped open the AED case and ripped open Silvia’s shirt, exposing her chest. She pressed two sticky pads down—one on her upper right chest, the other on her lower left ribcage. “Pads on,” she said. The AED spoke in an electronic voice:

“Analyzing heart rhythm. Do not touch the patient.”

Jesus held his breath, eyes locked on Silvia’s face—still, her eyelashes unmoving, her lips slightly parted.

“Shock advised. Charging…”

“Clear!” she shouted.

Everyone froze. Jesus held his breath.

The defibrillator delivered a jolt—Silvia’s body arched, her back lifting off the floor slightly, then dropped like a ragdoll. Her breasts jiggled her nipples were hard from the cold air. Still no sound. No breath. No twitch of returning life.

“Shock delivered. Still no rhythm. Resuming compressions.”

Again her chest collapsed under the weight of the medic’s hands. Jesus stared, helpless, as her body absorbed each movement but gave nothing back. Gasps of air are forced out as they push deep into her chest, no fluttering eyelids, not even a flinch. Her limbs trembled from the force but stayed limp, fingers curled unnaturally. Her face, once so expressive and full of life, now looked porcelain and still.

“We need an airway!” the woman called out, already tearing open an intubation kit.

She tilted Silvia’s head back, opened her mouth, and gently inserted a laryngoscope. Her movements were swift but careful, sliding the breathing tube down Silvia’s throat, then attaching a bag valve mask.

“Bag her...now.”

With each squeeze of the mask, her chest rose and fell, mechanical and forced. But there was no spark behind it. No return. Only the sound of rushing air, artificial and empty.

“Still asystole,” the male medic muttered, glancing at the monitor.

“No electrical activity?” Jesus asked, barely recognizing his own voice.

The medic shook his head grimly. “Flatline.”

“Push one milligram of epinephrine, IV.”

Jesus watched as the woman jabbed a needle into Silvia’s arm, injecting the medication directly into her bloodstream. Then more compressions. More air. Another shock.

Nothing.

“Come on, Silvia!” Jesus begged, his voice breaking.

The male medic glanced up at the monitor, his face grim. “Still nothing. We’ve lost electrical activity. We’re gonna need a miracle at this point.”

“No…” Jesus whispered, his hands trembling. “She can’t be… gone.”

“Let’s go again,” the female medic said, her voice firm, unshaken by the hopelessness in the air. “We’re not done yet.”

The medic started another round of compressions, pressing harder than ever, his hands pounding against Silvia’s chest her breast ripple from the force. Jesus watched, feeling like his own heart was being torn out with each push. Her body jolted under the force, her limp form barely responding. The only sound was the sharp, rhythmic thud of the compressions and the artificial hissing of the bag valve mask as the air was pumped into her unresponsive lungs.

“Clear!” the woman shouted again.

Then, as if the universe itself was holding its breath, the monitor gave a small, erratic beep.

"Is that—?" Jesus’s voice cracked.

The female medic’s hand shot to the monitor, adjusting the settings, her eyes darting to Silvia’s chest.

"That’s a pulse!" she exclaimed, almost disbelievingly.

“Come on, Silvia, come on…” Jesus whispered, gripping her hand tighter, unable to believe what he was hearing. Her pulse was weak and erratic, but it was there. A pulse.

Silvia’s body gave another shudder, this time her head tilting to the side as if she were trying to speak, but no words came. Her chest heaved with shallow breaths, ragged and uneven.

The paramedics immediately began working faster, unconnecting the tube, giving her an oxygen mask, adjusting the IV line, and checking their heart rate. But despite the small victory, her body still seemed so fragile, so unwilling to cooperate with the revival. they cover her body with a blanket to warm her

“We’ve got a pulse, but it’s weak,” the woman medic reported, her voice now focused. “We need to get her to the hospital fast. Her heart’s still not stable.”

“I’m coming with her,” Jesus said immediately, standing up and getting out of the way as they moved her onto the stretcher. His hand was still clutching hers, unwilling to let go.

“We’ll need you to stay calm,” the male medic warned, as they prepared to lift the stretcher.

“I’m staying with her. I’m not leaving her,” Jesus said fiercely, his voice breaking as he looked down at Silvia, still so pale, still barely alive. “I can’t.”

“Alright. We’ll do everything we can. Just stay with her.”

The paramedics wheeled Silvia out, the stretcher rolling smoothly but quickly. Jesus followed, his heart hammering in his chest as he walked beside her, watching the rise and fall of her chest—barely there, but it was something. Her pulse was weak, but it was there.

For the first time in what felt like hours, he let himself breathe.

“Stay with me, Silvia. Just stay with me,” he whispered.

TO BE CONTINUED

part 1 can be found https://www.tumblr.com/dr-jesuscpr/780456114192105472/breathe-silvia-part-1

[lil-bitty-lubdubs]

The Basement Series- Freya pt.5

Baas laid Freya down softly once she drifted off to induced sleep, fully satisfied as he had gained total control over her. That was a macro gift from Cal, he knew. He would return the favor. Soon.

“Well Cal, it’s been fun,” he said as they headed out of the basement. “You have no idea how much, but it’s probably time for me to head back to my side of town. Wreck havoc over yonder.”

“How about some breakfast first?”

Baas nodded. “That sounds good actually. I’m famished. “

“It’s hard work bringing sexy girls back to life.” Cal added, “how about waffles?” They headed up the stairs, closing the door behind them.

Sometime after they headed up, Freya opened her eyes. She groaned. Her whole body felt like it had been crushed. What the hell did they do to me?  She put her free hand onto her dark blue sternum. She groaned again. But salvation was neigh. Slowly, painstakingly she half rolled herself over slighltly and reached under her back with her one free hand. She brought out the syringe she managed to take from Cal’s pocket earlier. It didn’t matter what it was. She was drawing her line here. She brought it up to her neck moving her fingertips about looking to find the pulsing spot. There she had located it. Her heart thumped weakly beneath her fingers. She hoped it would soon beat for the last time.

She plunged the needle into her carotid artery and emptied the syringe. It was a slow moving serum. She drifted off to warmth and peace spreading about her as she grinned, victorious.

***

Cal and Baas finished their breakfast and were about to load Baas’s car, but as they passed the stairway to the basement, Cal heard something. He’d left he door propped open, he knew, but he couldn’t place the sound. “Do you hear that?” he asked Baas.

Baas stopped to listen. He heard a faint high pitch continuous beep. “It’s sounds like…f…” his yes grew wide as he confirmed Cal’s suspicion. Both of them crashed through the door to the basement. From the top of the stairs Cal could see the flatline on Freya’s AED monitor.

“Freya!” He called out as he reached her. A needle was sticking out of her neck. “Oh shit.” he patted his pockets.

Baas came up next to him. Slipping gloves on. “What was in the needle?”

Cal seemed lost two fingers in Freya’s pulse. “What was it?” Baas yelled at him as he tore through packs of medial equipment. He sort of woke up when Bass spoke louder“A Sedative-Rohypnol.” he finally replied. “Freya, why would you do this to yourself sweetheart?” Cal grabbed her by the nape of the neck. He was near hysterical. Crying. Shaking like a leaf…

“Get on her chest Cal. Pump her heart!” Baas screamed at him.

Cal sort of returned to his senses again, dropping her head and thumping his fist smack in the middle of her soft chest. Hard. Baas handed him a syringe with adrenaline and jammed it into her heart directly. He straddled her hips and began violent pumping on her chest, hoping it would restart her still heart.

Baas came over administering oxygen and more drugs into the IV. Heart inducing drugs but also Rohypnol suppressors.  He cranked her neck back laryngoscope in hand with a tube ready for her. Her. “Pause” he told Cal who stopped pumping but did not remove his hands. He made sure he could see where he wanted to go then shoved the tube in her throat. Cal started pumping again. Hard. Fast. Desperate. Baas filled the balloon in her throat and began pushing deep vats of air into her lungs.

“Freya why would you do this…why?” Cal sobbed over her chest as he manually pumped her heart for her. “I could always bring you back but only when I’m here sweetheart…why?”

Baas thrust more air into her lungs via ambu bag and suddenly V-fib came on the monitor. “That’s it babydoll, hang in there.” Baas willed her. He initialed the AED and sent a jolt into her heart. She spasmed. Her entire body feeling the electricity jolt though her.

The heart monitor read flatline. “No!!!!” Cal jumped back on top of her and pumped faster. “Come on stay with me, stay sweetie, just stay!”

Baas forced air into her lungs, but she didn’t respond. He bagged harder. “Come on Freya. Take a breath for us.” He started talking into her ear. “Tell that little heart to get beating again, babydoll. We’re doing everything here for you. Come on baby.” he willed her to fight. 

It had been 10 minutes since they’d discovered her post OD. “Time to switch.” Baas told Cal. He looked reluctant to get off but he did, knowing tired compressions would not get Freya’s heart to beat.

Baas stepped up to straddle her lifeless body. He placed his entwined hands between her breasts and used his entire weight to displace the blood from her heart into her body. He pumped hard and rhythmically. Still she was Asystole. Cal bagged her. “Come on.” they both chanted at her intermittently.

After 30 minutes of resuscitation, suddenly ventricular fibrillation appeared. They both froze for one single second gasping. Then Baas jumped off of her in a hurry as Cal stumbled throwing trays and whatever was in his way aside to hit the AED. He punched the button. She jolted and sucked in a breath. Slow but steady sinus rhythm came over the monitor. 

“That’s it!” Cal rushed to her side. He planted two fingers in her carotid. Bass slide his hand in her femoral. He nodded to Cal. “That’s it sweetheart! We got you… your little heart’s mine sweetie. I’ll let you go when I’m good and ready.” He turned dark and angry despite his soft spoken words. His hand slid onto her chest between her breasts. He closed his eyes feeling her chest rise with Baas’s forced breaths and her little heart beating hard.

“Spontaneous breathing… she’s breathing on her own Cal.” He reassured him, pulling out the bag off the valve. The tube was still jutting out of her throat but she chest still rose on its own.

***

Freya awoke hours later. She opened her eyes to a face staring at hers, just inches away. It was Cal. He lay next to her, his hand planted firmly on her chest, no doubt feeling the life beating beneath his skin. Her skin crawled knowing how intimate a gesture that was, but she knew she was in no position to fight back or protest right now. It didn’t work groaned. Tears filling her eyes spilling to the sides. She was so weak.  She hadn’t eaten in days, maybe even weeks. She knew she was getting nourishment intravenously but it wasn’t the same. Not only that but she’d been killed and resuscitated over and over. Her body was beginning to shut down. She hoped it would give out.

“Mornin babydoll.” Cal cooed and rubbed her battered chest. It was purple, sore, and swollen from all the CPR she’d received. Her throat was sore also from all the tubes and breathing apparatuses they’d used on her to get her breathing again.  No tube was in now but she could feel where it had been in her throat. She groaned.

“Hey Babydoll” Baas came up carrying something on his shoulder. Cal got up to help him set it up. It looked like a gym bench . She gulped. This was not good. They were both too happy for it to just be a great day. Please just give out she willed her heart. And don’t come back no matter how much they beg. She closed her eyes to hold in more tears. “You know sweetie…that was an awful thing to pull on us while we weren’t here.” His voice soft as butter. A cat purring before the claw. “But I own your heart sweetie. No if ands or buts about it. It stops when I say it stops. Cal came round looking straight in her eyes. They were cold. Calculated. Angry. A dust mask came out swiftly and was planted over her face before she could even react. She tried to pry his hands off with her free one, but she was too weak. “That’s it sweetheart. Breathe it in… juuuust like that sweetheart…yeah… my sweet lil heart.” She gulped in the chloroformed scent unwillingly until everything turned black.

When she came to, it was as she feared. She was now tied to the table with four thick leather belts. they were tight with no wiggle room. her head was in a downward trajectory relative to the rest of her body. three giant vats of water were near by. She knew instantly. They were going to drown her. Cal had mentioned it before. On the first day he’d taken her, he mentioned the ways he wanted to see her heart stopped and then restarted. He’ d done everything except this one. A tiredness she’d never felt before overtook her. She was ready. Im ready to die and never return, she told herself as she fell asleep.

“Hello Freya.” Baas said as she opened her eyes sometime later. He was standing over her leaning in to look into her eyes. Cal was on the other side. Both of them hovering over her. She might had been afraid before. Now she welcomed what they were going to so. “Shall we begin?” he rubbed her left nipple then pressed into her apex. She couldn’t move but the belts were gone.

“Here we go.” Cal interjected pulling her half off the bench. Baas picked up a large water jug and dumped it in a vat below her head. Cal pulled her further off the bench so her head and chest dipped down as he supported her neck. it was such a caring tender gesture, Freya was taken aback. He really believed he was doing something good. That this was intimacy. He wasn’t wrong necessarily. It was intimate. Her innermost organ stopping, his hands in the center of her chest. His breath forced into her lungs, it was intimate. At least he’d gotten her heart restarted all those times. This time she knew it wouldn’t restart.

She was now drawing her line in the sand. She was ready to drift off into the light. Cal stayed there a minute staring into her eyes. He smiled coldly. He was letting her go she realized. On his own terms. He slowly lowered her into the water. The water inched up her head, until her torso was fully submerged from the ribs up. Cal stood back with Baas waiting for her to take the water into her lungs.

Freya did feel afraid now. She knew it would hurt breathing in the water. She held her breath. After a minute she couldn’t anymore. She made her peace, and inhaled. Water flooded her throat triggering her coughing mechanism trying to expel the liquid from her. She gasped trying to take in air but only more water entered her trachea. Her body began spasaming.  A hand grasped hers. Despite the entire situation, it calmed her. Finally the light came above her and Freya stopped fighting. She headed for the light. All was white.

Cal stood watching, Bass next to him. It took shorter than he thought it would for her to flatline. She so willingly took the water into her lungs. Cal took her torso, Baas her legs and hauled her onto the awaiting surgical table. Cal went straight for her chest, straddling her to start compressions. Her breasts jigged and floped about as he manipulated her sternum to pump her heart. Baas took the ambu bag and began shoving air down her throat. It inflated and deflated with each bag full of breath he gave her, like she was swallowing something big.  Water drained from her mouth and Baas held her head to the side as Cal pumped. He righted her head when Cal hit 28 and squeezed another breath into her at 30. She filled up, cheeks, throat, chest, abdomen expanding, Cal continued his assult on her sternum. get the epi he told Baas. They gave her several rounds of epi and even intracardiac, but she never came out of flatline except once. After 30 minutes of resuscitation fib came on. It was the weakest motion either of them had ever seen.

“Clear.” Cal headed for the AED as Baas jumped off Freys’s torso. He hit the charge and she jerked, her breasts and body jiggling with the voltage. They paused a second. Cal stuck two fingertips into her femoral artery. Baas went for the carotid. The ECG went back into flatline. That’s when they knew she was gone.

“She’s gone!” Cal panted, shook his head and grabbed a tarp handing one end to Baas.

“I’ll take her to the Old Bayou on my way… Baas offered. Cal nodded.

[severedfromthesource]

Bite Back

Part 2/3

Previous

Original concept from @delicious-beats.

Features F resus, multiple rescuers, mild gore, LUCAS thumper, ambu bag, AED, trying to resuscitate a zombie.

Nearly twenty minutes in arrest. Elijah scrubbed a hand over his head, weighing his options. He had just given her epi, and the LUCAS was circulating it through her body as he watched the love of his life writhing under the mechanical compressions. He eyed the device for a moment before pausing for another pulse check. Finally, something. The line her heart made on the monitor fluttered in v-fib.

“There we go, baby,” he muttered more to himself, and held her head still in one arm. He considered a moment; then he forced her jaw still and wrenched the intubation tube out as quickly as he could. Luffy gagged, coughing up fluid and blood as it came loose. It wasn’t doing her any good. He’d need both hands for this, and there was no way to really secure her airway in this state. “Sorry, Lu,” he said. He rubbed her throat in apology and quickly stepped back, narrowly avoiding her teeth.

He tore off the backing on the AED and slapped one of the pads against her ribcage, just under her breast. The other he awkwardly threaded through the LUCAS’s underside, between the pumper and body of the machine, and adhered to her collarbone above the other breast. She rolled her head forward and clicked her jaw just as he pulled away. His fingers had been only a few inches from her slavering maw. Then he attached the wires to the body of the machine and charged it.

“Couple more minutes to the hospital,” Jonas called from upfront. “I’ve got minor electrical activity,” Elijah called back. “I’m gonna shock her.” “Christ, Christ above…”

The machine charged to 200 joules. He pressed the discharge button. Luffy cried out in something between a yelp of pain and a growl of anger, her back forcibly jerking up against the plunger. Her fingers flexed against the restraints, the snap of Velcro giving way filling the ambulance. Her heart still fibrillated. Elijah shoved the machine onto the bed and surged for the straps, pinning her wrist so he could tighten them again. Her hand swiped at him, fingers bending painfully to grasp at his hands. She managed to capture his hand before he could pull away.

Elijah’s breathing picked up. She wouldn’t let go. Her grip was crushing, and she was snarling and thrashing again, trying to free her other hand. Her nails dug hard into the back of his hand, clawing bloody crescents into his knuckles and tearing at the skin. He felt like he’d been trapped between the jaws of some wild animal and nearly began to panic, until the defib unit chimed that it was charged. He clicked the shock button again and her muscles involuntarily contracted and released. Like hitting a reset button, her grip seized open and he wrenched himself back. His fingers were numb from the zap, and she had clawed swaths out of the back of his hand, but she hadn’t broken it. That was all he could ask for.

He had to stay out of her range. She still wasn’t quite smart enough to work the straps, but she could contort in ways that seemed impossible and painful. He wrapped a quick length of gauze around the freshly bleeding wounds, then went for a pulse check in her inner thigh. Glancing up at the monitor, he confirmed she had gone back into asystole after the shocks. “Goddamnit,” he growled, and once more clicked the LUCAS on. Her chest was bruised terribly, a purple and black ring in the center of her chest where the thing thumped into her.

Now came the matter of oxygen. Her chances were better with oxygenated blood going through her veins, and intubation hadn’t worked. He rummaged for the ambu bag. “How’re we doing back there?” Jonas asked. “Not good,” Elijah confessed, “I don’t know if it’s the virus keeping her heart from beating, but I’m not getting anything. She’s in complete cardiac arrest, she’s hardly been out of asystole. I can’t even-“ Anger bubbled up and he kicked the wall of the ambulance. “-fucking shock her.” He felt like he was progressing rapidly through the stages of grief. He had already bargained, denied, angered, and depressed. He refuse to accept this, though. He wasn’t giving up on her. Not until his own heart gave out.

“Almost there, we’re almost there. We’ll get a cure and we’ll get her back,” said Jonas. Elijah couldn’t respond. He clicked the bag onto the mask and looked over at Luffy’s face. Her head was turned towards him, her mouth a wide O as she growled and gurgled at him. He took a few breaths to steel himself; then he slammed the mask hard over her nose and mouth. It was hard enough to bruise, and she made startled snarling noises, muffled behind the thick plastic. He held her jaw in place so the mask had a decent seal. It felt less like he was giving her air she so badly needed, and more like he was smothering her. Still, he pumped the bag, pushing air into her mouth, even as she tried to shake her head and shove him off. “Breathe,” he muttered under his breath, “Breathe for me, baby.” She thrashed and tried to free her face, groaning unevenly as her cheeks were forced to puff out and her lungs were forced to breathe.

This was torture. Forcing air on her like this, and shocking her, and beating her chest in. Terrorist detention centers probably used less brutality. He’d always known resuscitation efforts were harsh, but having her moving, making noises, conscious for all intents and purposes, it was tearing him up inside. Tears were consistently blinding him by this point, but he couldn’t wipe them away.

They had finally reached a stretch of road mostly free of cars and picked up speed. Buildings began to zip by through the back window, and every turn, Elijah had to brace himself to keep from slamming in the wall. Equipment and sterilized supplies clattered to the floor. He kept pumping air into Luffy’s lungs, eying her monitor.

“Fuck, fuckfuckfuckfuck,” he heard from the driver cabin. “Eli hold-!” Then the ambulance slammed into something. Or something slammed into it. Everything tilted as it went up on the right wheels and there was a sick, weightless feeling for a moment as his head banged off the wall closest. He instinctively grabbed for Luffy and tried to protect her head with his body. The vehicle slammed back down on all four wheels and rocked up and down on its suspension; he felt the sharp, stabbing pain in his upper arm.

Breaths heaving and vision narrowing with dread, he looked down. The mask had slipped from Luffy’s face. Her teeth were buried in his forearm. He was too stunned to feel the pain at first. Then she tore away a chunk of his bicep and he screamed, “Fuck!!” as he fell back, clutching the crater taken out of his flesh.

“Some asshole rammed us,” Jonas grunted, having been thrown into the driver side door by the impact. He pushed himself back up and glanced back into the bay, “You alright?”

No. No I’m not alright. My girlfriend just sentenced me to a terrible, thrashing death. Elijah swallowed, doubled over at the side of the gurney. Blood oozed between his fingers where they clamped over the wound. “I’m… I’m alright,” he managed to get out. The throbbing pain shot down from his shoulder and into the tips of his fingers, running up against and outpacing the distant pain he’d felt where she’d clawed him open. He scrambled for a roll of gauze and stuffed the hole with a folded square of bandage, then bound up the whole thing with a few loops. He snatched his jacket from the cubby where he’d stashed it when the weather turned and held his breath, teeth gritting as he slid his arms into it. The muscles moving pulled at the fresh wound, and his arm felt stiff and wooden.

He’d always thought the asshole who hid a zombie bite in the movies was a special kind of awful. That they were dooming their friends and endangering the ones they loved out of cowardice or idiocy. Now he was the one putting everyone else in danger, but he hardly cared. They could blow him away, just so long as they saved Luffy first. He noted the time. 1:03.

He had twenty minutes before he died.

Jonas threw open the doors, grabbing Luffy’s gurney as they began easing her out. The side of the ambulance had been dented pretty hard by the collision, and another ambulance sat beside them, smoldering from the engine in thick gray plumes. The driver sat with his partner, bleeding and dazed from a shallow head wound. They weren’t the only folks scrambling for their patients in the chaos the city had descended into.

People were waiting to receive them. A team of nurses and staff ushered them into the trauma bay, orders shouted over the loud mechanics of the LUCAS. Someone with thick leather mittens, like the kind used for training attack dogs- That’s all she is now. Just some dangerous, drooling animal- grabbed Luffy on either side of her head while two others quickly affixed a neck brace to keep her somewhat still. A leather belt of sorts with a metal ring, welded with small bars like a muzzle, was affixed to her mouth, forcing her jaw apart so she couldn’t bite down. All of it served to make her look no better than a wild animal. The muscles in her jaw strained against the bit and again an ambu bag was sealed over her nose and mouth.

“You’re gonna be okay, babe,” he told her quietly, squeezing her shoulder as it jerked under the rhythm of mechanical compressions. The trauma team was a well oiled machine. They swiftly ferried her into a room in the ICU and locked the door behind them just in case.

“We ran out of isolation rooms,” one of the nurses told Elijah as she began snipping through the cuffs of Luffy’s jeans. “After the first few infected arrived. Before we knew what we were really dealing with.” She shook her head, the shears having reached Luffy’s pelvis. “They’re bloodbaths in there.” He had no reply. He could only watch as they peeled away his girlfriend’s sweat stained clothing, revealing her ashen body. He touched one of her bare legs, felt the ripples of force from the LUCAS down to her toes. She was so cold, he almost broke down into tears again.

Any other patient he would have called by now. But it was an impossibility with her. Never mind the infection, or the chance at a cure, she was his everything. The person who held him when the job got tough, the only one who could make him laugh after days or weeks of unavoidable deaths and tragedies. “Lu,” he rasped under his breath, “Come back to me… please, Lu…”

Jonas came up by his side, squeezing his shoulder in a display of sympathy that only served to light the bite wound on fire. Elijah held back a hiss of pain, fingers tightening around Luffy’s leg to keep from crying out. His physical agony was easily disguised as emotional turmoil, and his partner seemed to take it that way.

“Pause compressions, we’re gonna deliver the antiphagi and do a pulse check,” the head doctor announced, “And let’s get another shot of adrenaline prepped.” As the trauma team moved into position, Luffy thrashed at anyone near. Her shoulder bucked up against the machine, her head rolling towards the nurse giving her air through the ambu, though the neck brace mostly held her in place. He could see the muscles in her jaw flex as she tried to bite down against the metal bit.

The antidote was administered directly into the crook of her elbow. The LUCAS was stopped a moment later as hands all descended at once on her pulse points. Two fingers at her carotid artery, two in the dip of her pelvis to check her femoral, and the one brave soul who wore the protective mittens unhooked her wrist so someone could check her radial pulse while he held her in place. The team lead pressed his stethoscope to her bruised sternum, dotting under her breasts and ribs with the diaphragm in search of a heartbeat. In search of hope. In the quiet of the concentration that befell the team, Luffy’s growls and gurgles were too prominent. It felt like they filled the whole room. She writhed slowly now, like the fight had gradually gone out of her as she was subjected to the torture of resuscitation. Her hand, freed from the LUCAS, made a weak claw and tried to tear free, but her body was flagging. It was like she was dying all over again.

The team lead looked up at the monitor as he drew the steth away from her ribcage. “Looks like weak v-fib. Let’s try and shock her.” Luffy gave a pathetic whine, as if she understood what came next. The sound tore at something in Elijah’s chest. Her jaw worked and her eyes rolled, lashes fluttering. Was it the antidote working? Or was it her body finally shutting down for good?

The AED charged and everyone stepped back. The armored nurse stepped away last, throwing an arm out to protect the woman beside her as Luffy struck out, narrowly missing clawing a chunk out of them. “Charged to 200, everyone clear!” Then her body seized, her chest twitching and the arm loose from its straps flailing with the stab of electricity. It fell limp off the gurney. Then she was still. Utterly still.

Elijah’s stomach dropped. Once the shock faded, she simply laid there, lifeless in a way he hadn’t seen since she first arrested. Her eyes were open, staring off towards the people she had nearly struck a moment ago. Her arm dangled, and the monitor screamed a flatline. She was dead again.

“The antiphagi is kicking in. Let’s circulate the adrenaline for another couple minutes,” the lead called out, “And epinephrine, we need to get her heart beating before we start celebrating.”

They unhooked the muzzle from her teeth, a string of bloodied saliva connecting it to her mouth for a moment before it splat back against her lips. Once more, breaths were shoved into her lungs, rounding her stomach. The LUCAS kicked back into gear, only now she was like a rag doll under it. Her head bobbed, her arm swinging a bit off the gurney as it struck blow after blow against the perfectly circular bruise it had made between her breasts. Elijah slid into a spot between the trauma team and held her by the wrist, feeling the blood swell in her pulse point. He brought her limp hand up and ran the back of her cold knuckles against his cheek.

“Lu,” he rasped. “Please… God, just come back.” Tears once more slid down his cheeks, spilling against her and warming her with his grief. It had been over a half hour since she arrested, they were nearing forty five minutes now.

“V-fib,” called the team lead, “Let’s shock her. Charge to 360, I need everyone off.” Elijah pressed a kiss to her hand and gently lowered it to the gurney at her side. “Alright, clear!” The electricity discharged, forcing her muscles to convulse. Her back arched up against the LUCAS and fell back again, the kinetic force rocking her down to her toes.

It was only then that he really took in how fragile she looked like this. Laid out in a room full of strangers, completely naked, kept alive by machines. He reached out and rubbed her chilly thigh as if he had any hopes of warming her alone.

“Let’s go again at 360,” he heard distantly. “Everyone clear!” Again she bucked under the jolt, her hand twitching so it rested on her stomach. Elijah took it and once more strapped her into the LUCAS, lingering a moment with his fingers curled into her palm.

There were voices, and he thought maybe they were talking about her heart, but they felt suddenly distant. She was trying to come back, he knew that much. But it was hard. He knew it had to have been. She was fighting for him, like she always did. His fingers absently slid from her wrist in the strap down her arm. They’d resumed the automatic compressions, which he knew in some dim corner meant her heart had stopped again.

The room tilted in a kaleidoscope of colors, a brief flash before it righted itself. He checked his watch, the screen oddly bright in a room that suddenly felt unfocused. There was something there, he knew. Something important. But he couldn’t remember. His back hit something hard with a loud, metallic clatter, and he looked down at the surgical implements he’d scattered on the floor at his feet. He felt suddenly hot, sweating under his jacket. Something warm trickled down his arm and slid against his fingertips. His heart thundered in his ears, the blood swelling in a drumbeat against his eardrums.

“-li? El- hey-“ Sounds came in, but it was like his head was underwater. “Eli-at’s wron-“ He looked up to see Jonas, holding him by the shoulders to keep him upright.

“Luffy,” he croaked, his gaze sliding to her. “Help… help her-“ Then the world spun. The drumbeat in his ears seized to a sudden halt as he went into cardiac arrest. The infection had reached his heart.

[becky-resus]

Thinking about you being wheeled into the hospital paramedic straddling your waist delivering harsh compressions while the other has the ambu bag pressed to your face. You have a neck brace on and aed pads still on your chest as you just coded in the back of the ambulance. once in the room a team lifts you up and places you on the hospital bed. All your clothes are immediately cut off leaving you completely nude in a room full of strangers. A strong doctor takes over compressions rocking your body. Head nodding with every thrust arms flailing to the side and bare feet rocking in sync with compressions. A nurse quickly puts the tube down your throat before grabbing the defibrillator. She rubs the jell onto the paddles before placing them onto your bare chest. “Clear” your body arches up before crashing down. You undergo a brutal code for the next 30 minutes before they get a pulse back. What do you want to happen next?

Well that's a fun little story.

After successfully restoring my pulse, I remain in a critical condition, completely unresponsive and unable to breathe independently. My pulse is weak but stable, requiring close monitoring. The medical team is urgently investigating the underlying cause of the arrest. They are utilizing ultrasound imaging and other advanced diagnostic tools to assess my injuries. The team is also considering whether immediate surgical intervention is necessary or if I should be transferred to the Intensive Care Unit (ICU) for further stabilization and observation. Either of which I'm lickley to code again.

[roxiewyatthb]

Cardiophile Turn On/Off

I got this from @/heartbinary who got it from @/torture-steth-repeat

I wanted to do it myself to not only have some boundaries but also so people can get to know me a tad bit better

💚 = Turn on

💔 = Turn off

🤍 = Neutral/Like it in a non-sexual way

Section 1: Cardiophilia basics

1. My heart being listened to: 💚

2. Listening to others' hearts: 💚

3. Fast heartbeats: 💚

4. Slow heartbeats: 🤍

5. Naturally irregular heartbeats: 💚

6. Deliberately irregular heartbeats: 💚

7. Heart via stethoscope: 💚

8. Heart via EKG: 💚

9. Heart via Doppler: 🤍

10. Heart via ultrasound: 💚

11. Carotid (throat) pulse: 💚

12. Femoral (groin) pulse: 🤍

13. Radial (wrist) pulse: 🤍

14. Chest/belly pulse: 💚🤍

15. Ear stething: 💚

Section 2: Dark Cardiophilia

1. Shocking a healthy heart: 💚

2. Pressure/crushing a healthy heart: 💚

3. Drowning + heart monitoring: 💚

4. Suffocation + heart monitoring: 💚

5. Choking + heart monitoring: 💚

6. Drugs used to affect the heart: 💚

7. Knifeplay + heart monitoring: 💚

8. Needle or injection into the heart: 💚

9. Gunplay (shooting the heart): 💚

10. Being dominated (in a cardiophilia way): 💚

11. Dominating someone else (in a cardiophilia way): 💚

12. Consensual non-consent (CNC) play: 🤍

13. Heart rips: 💔

14. Fucked into cardiac arrest: 💚

15. Heart being fucked: 🤍

16. Heart being licked or bitten: 🤍

17. Heart being eaten: 🤍

18. Hands squeezing the heart directly: 💚

19. 'Unhappy endings' (RIP) for dark cardiophilia: 💔

Section 3: Medfet/Resus

1. Blood pressure readings: 💔

2. Medical equipment: 🤍

3. Medical exam roleplay: 🤍

4. Resuscitation via CPR: 🤍

5. Resuscitation via defibrillator: 🤍

6. Resuscitation via AED: 🤍

7. Cardiac arrest: 💚

8. Respiratory arrest: 🤍

9. Sex and resus combined: 💔

10. 'Unhappy endings' (RIP) for resus: 💔

11. Anesthesia: 💔

12. Breathing masks: 🤍

Section 4: Graphic

1. Open heart surgery footage: 💚

2. Real animal hearts: 💔

3. Real human hearts outside the body: 💚

4. Real human hearts in autopsies: 🤍

Section 5: Adjacent Kinks

1. Gyno medical exams: 💔

2. Pregnancy/breeding: 🤍

3. Belly sounds: 💔

4. Cardiophilia + furry: 💚

5. Vampires: 🤍

6. Necrophliia: 💔

Section 6: 😏

1. Reading someone's bio before engaging with them: 💚

2. Asking about boundaries: 💚

3. Respecting those boundaries: 💚

4. Good spelling: 🤍