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My First Code

The emergency room lights cast an eerie glow on the chaos around me. A young woman lay on the gurney, her bright red hair a stark contrast to the pale skin of her face. Anna, 22 years old, had suffered a sudden cardiac arrest while out with friends at the local bar. She had been down for about 15 minutes at this point the EMT announced, followed by a list of interventions they had already performed, including among them 3 defibrillations and two rounds of epi already. I glanced at the monitor, V-fib… 3 shocks already, not good. Not a great candidate for your first solo code as an ER doctor.

As I rushed into the fray, my mind was already racing with possibilities. Sudden cardiac arrest in a young adult was always a puzzle, and I was determined not to leave this one unsolved, lest Anna might not make it. The ER team sprang into action around me, their movements swift and synchronized as they began CPR.

The monitor above her bed alarmed frantically, displaying that same chaotic ECG pattern that told the story of a heart in trouble. Ventricular fibrillation – a heart struggling to beat but managing only to flail uselessly.

"Get the defibrillator ready!" I yelled to my team, my voice cutting through the din of the ER. They quickly rolled over the defibrillator and prepared the paddles for use. The machine was turned on and charged, a few moments later playing a ready tone as it waited for us to deliver the first shock. By this time, the nurses had stripped Anna completely nude, removing any clothing that might interfere with our treatment. Her red hair stood out against her pale skin framing her soft facial features, and her large breasts were exposed in all their beauty. As the nurses applied a thin layer of defibrillator gel to the paddles, I unconsciously let my eyes wander down to the finely groomed unmentionables of our young patient before my attention was snapped back into the minute by the nurses pushing the paddles into my hands… "delivering a 300-joule shock!". Anna's body arched in response, her breasts bouncing with the movement as her body arched up off the bed and was thrust back down by the electrical discharge.

The team checked her pulse, but there was nothing – no heartbeat, no breathing. We continued CPR, our movements synchronized and swift. We tried another three rounds of CPR and two of defibrillations. Again, I was unable to avoid noticing how her breasts bounced with each shock, the beauty and allure of their movement invoking a feeling in me that was grotesque in its stark contrast between the beauty of her body and the gravity of the situation. The defibrillator gel left behind a pair of glistening pools on her chest after each shock that seemed to further highlight her pale breasts.

As we struggled to revive Anna's heart, I tried think about the possible underlying causes of her cardiac arrest. Was it an inherited condition? A genetic predisposition to arrhythmias? Or was there something more sinister at play – a viral infection, perhaps, or a toxic substance? But the rapid labs would ultimately rule out all of the immediately treatable causes and yet she remained in persistent, refractory v-fib. At this point, the code clock read 26:13. Were this patient not young and healthy, I might have called it here.

Instead, I took over compressions, my hands moving in a steady rhythm as I worked to revive Anna's heart. As I started, an uncomfortable thought crept into my mind… Was it really just her age and health that caused me to step in and place my hands on her chest, to continue CPR? I pushed this thought aside at first, but I was three rounds in when I first began to feel it… as I pressed down on her chest, the intense focus of the code crept back slightly and I began to notice the feel of her breasts beneath my hands. The defibrillator gel had created a slick, glistening layer, allowing my fingers to glide effortlessly across her already smooth skin. My index finger brushed lightly against the tip of her nipple, and for an instant, I felt a spark of arousal.

In that moment, my mind formed a scene that played out in vivid detail. One far less dangerous but no less intense… I was sitting on top of Anna's body, my hands cradling her breasts as I kissed her lips. Her eyes stared up at me, not in the blank way she did now in the reality of her cardiac arrest, but in pleasure, her face relaxed into a gentle smile. I could feel the rhythmic pulse of her heartbeat beneath her left breast, and it was intoxicating. Still hooked up in the fantasy, the ECG monitor above her bed beeped softly in the background, its steady rhythm mirroring the beating of her heart, which in turn almost seemed to mirror that of my own heart. The pace of the monitors beeping quickened as I my manhood moved deeper inside her, the defibrillator gel on her chest glistening with each thrust I gave, my hands sliding around on her breasts leaving behind a trail of lubricant that lead the eyes down to her warm, wet, vagina with my cock buried deep inside and the effect seemed to heighten the already glorious sensation … and then I snapped back to reality, glancing about to see that I had only been drifting for the 20 count and no one had noticed. It was a surreal and disturbing vision, one that I pushed away as quickly as it had appeared.

"What the fuck..." I told myself, trying to shake off the feeling. This is not the time or place for that. But as I continued to administer CPR, I couldn't help but think about the similarities between this resuscitation and that imagined act. The rhythm of compressions, the force applied with each thrust of my hand, the sort of controlled violence directed in the name of care rather than harm – wasn't this just like sex? The intense physical contact, the urgency of the moment, the life-giving consequences of success?

I pushed the thoughts away, uncomfortable with their presence, but they lingered in the back of my mind as I worked to save Anna's life. It was a strange and twisted parallel, one that I couldn't quite reconcile. But it was there, nonetheless – a reminder that even in the most intense moments, our thoughts and bodies can betray us with their primal impulses.

As I administered CPR, I felt a growing sense of unease. Was this just a coincidence, or was there something deeper at play? I became an ER doctor purely to save lives. There was no deeper, more primal reason right? The more I thought about it, the more I convinced myself that my mind was playing tricks on me. This wasn't about sex – it was about saving lives. But even as I convinced myself of that, I couldn't shake the feeling that there was something more to it.

The minutes ticked by, and Anna's condition worsened. Her ECG waveform degenerated into PEA and then an agonal rhythm; the wide, slow, low-amplitude QRS complexes that were characteristic of the final failing attempts of a heart to beat. This rhythm that seemed to taunt him, with it's look almost looked like the sinus rhythm he sought but stretched far too wide and slow. Anna's situation was dire. Less than one percent of all patients who go into this rhythm survive. Again, I considered to myself, as I glanced at the code clock… 41:21.

"Get ready for another round," I said grimly, this time knowing full well that, were it not for the strange thoughts and feelings I was having now, I would've pronounced almost any other patient who presented with forty-plus minutes of downtime in an agonal rhythm. But I decided I'd worry about my ethics later.

We administered CPR, followed by another dose of epinephrine.We repeated this cycle several times – compressions, then cardiac drugs, then more compressions – but to no avail. Her heart continued to fail, its electrical activity still slowing and weakening, the agonal complexes growing yet wider and the time between them growing even longer. My staff glanced around nervously, no doubt wondering why I hadn't called this yet. I couldn't help but feel a sense of frustration. I ignored them and kept on. I called for another round of Epi and was met with the announcement that we maxed her out two doses ago, at around 64 minutes on the code clock. This realization was just setting in and my compressions began to slow and weaken…

But then, just as I opened my mouth to call the code, Anna's agonal rhythm gave way to ventricular fibrillation once more. I knew deep down it shouldn't mean anything and that I should still call it. I knew that there was basically no chance her heart would beat again and that, despite her pupils still being reactive on last check, there was good chance she was brain dead. And yet, when I spoke, instead of "Time of Death…", I heard myself say grimly, "Get ready for another round of defibrillations.."

Despite concerned glances around to each other, the team prepped the defibrillator and I gave another defibrillation, delivering a 360-joule charge to Anna's chest. As my team watched in silence, Anna's body responded to the shock. The soft soles of her feet scrunching as her chest rose into the air. Those perfect breasts bouncing softly as she landed and her feet relaxing, her soles smooth again. The trace on the ECG shot up and off the screen, then back down below it and rose back to a flat line. And it remained flat. I cast my gaze back down to my dead patient… for about 3 seconds before a tone came from the machine. I looked back up and saw a series of sinus complexes begin to run across the ECG.

The team glanced around nervously, exhausted from our efforts and unsure what fruit exactly they had born. I grabbed my stethoscope as even in my fervor I knew it was likely that after all of this that this was just more PEA… I lifted Anna's large left breast out of the way to place my stethoscope against her chest. I listened intently, a smile spreading slowly across my face as I heard the slow but steady "lub-dub" of the beat of her heart. And what's more, to everyone's shock, I saw her chest start to rise and fall, slowly and weakly, as we regained spontaneous respirations. She might yet survive this! That's when it happened, as I stood there listening to Anna's beating heart and breathing lungs, I felt it - a familiar sensation that seemed to grow with each passing moment. My arousal had returned, and I was stiffening in response to the rhythmic pulse of Anna's heartbeat, if only a little.

It was a totally jarring feeling, one that I couldn't shake despite my best efforts. I felt like I was betraying Anna somehow, like I was taking advantage of her vulnerability for my own gratification. But as I stood there, listening to the now strong, steady beat of her heart, I couldn't help but feel drawn in by its hypnotic rhythm. It was as if I had lost control, like I was trapped in some twisted fantasy where sex and life-saving were indistinguishable and I was enjoying the afterglow of one orgasm, preparing to have another.

As I moved the stethoscope around Anna's chest, listening to her heart beat from various points, I tried to force my mind back to the moment when she had arrested, trying to focus on the next steps for my patient, as we still didn't know why her heart had stopped. My attempts were fruitless and were interrupted by the sensation in my crotch, that gentle stirring that I could tell quickly was to grow into a full-blown erection. At first, it had been just a subtle lessening of its softness, but as I continued to listen to Anna's heartbeat, it grew harder and more insistent. It was like a tiny spark had been lit inside me, igniting what would become a roaring fire that threatened to consume me.

Continuing to listen, I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and satisfaction at the thought of Anna's impending recovery. My shame was slowly being replaced with this sense of satisfaction… True, we had done something violent and, under different circumstances would be terrible, to save her life - we had shocked her heart back into beating, forced air into her lungs, and pumped blood through her veins by force. But in doing so, we had given her a second chance at life. And this thought further aroused me. With each beat, I felt myself becoming more and more aroused. The rhythmic pulse of her heartbeat seemed to be echoing through my entire body, drawing me in with its hypnotic power.

As I moved the stethoscope over above her left breast, I felt my erection pass what I would term semi-erect, firming up now, its length beginning to press against the inside of my pants. My cock was thickening now, its tip pulsing with every heartbeat like a tiny drumbeat in the darkness of my pants. With each beat of Anna's heart, its girth expanding as it filled with blood pushed by the beat of my own heart… or was it pulsating with every thud of her heartbeat? As I shifted my weight to get a better listen on the other side of her chest, my erection reached full bore status. I could swear that my cock was pulsing in rhythm with Anna's still strengthening heartbeat. It was as if we were connected on some deeper level, our bodies syncing up. The sensation was almost too much to bear - a mix of pleasure and shame that left me feeling breathless and exposed. It was now hard enough to visibly push against the fabric of my pants, its thickness causing me to worry that others might notice the obvious bulge against my scrubs.

I tried once more to focus on Anna's recovery, but it was no use. I was lost in the moment, completely absorbed by the sound of her heartbeat and the gentle rise and fall of her chest as she now breathed on her own. And then, without warning, she coughed lightly, a tiny wheeze that broke my concentration. It was nothing to worry about, merely the cough of a set of lungs which had not breathed on their own for over an hour. But the cough caused her breasts to move in a gentle wave-like motion, shaking slightly with each inhale and exhale of her stilted breath. The gel and electrodes covering her chest glistened in the light, highlighting the beauty of her large pale breasts and the delicate pink nipples that seemed to be beckoning me closer with each gentle motion back and forth.

As I watched, transfixed, Anna's coughing grew more insistent and stronger, and her breasts continued to move in time with it, their increased shaking paired with the pounding of her heart beat sending waves of pleasure through my body. The motion of her breasts was very similar to what I had earlier imagined would happen when we were… otherwise engaged. I felt my mind start to flash back to that earlier fantasy. I heard the same beep of the monitors, saw the same motion of breasts and belly her before me in reality and I went back to that place, drifting off to the beep of the ECG monitor… but as I came back into the fantasy this time the equipment was there to monitor her pleasure as I made love to her. Her heart rate was rising as her passion grew, the electrodes picking up every beat of her racing heart like a drumbeat in my ear.

As I continued to go deeper in the fantasy, she was moaning softly as I touched her breasts, the defibrillator gel providing a slick surface for my hands to glide across her skin, playing with her nipples. The motion of her breasts as she coughed and breathed in reality was so much like it was now - gentle and shaking, sending waves of pleasure through me like a tidal wave.

As I imagined this fantasy playing out, I felt myself getting harder still in reality. My erection was straining against the inside of my pants, its pressure building to a crescendo. And then, suddenly, in reality Anna's coughing grew more insistent. Her breasts continued to move in time with her coughing and breathing, their now far less subtle shaking advancing the fantasy in mind. I saw myself begin thrusting harder, and faster… sending waves of pleasure through my body.

It was too much for me to handle… I left the fantasy, it was no longer needed. I still had one hand on her neck feeling her pulse, the other moving my stethoscope around her chest to listen to that intoxicating heartbeat. Despite not so much as a single touch, my cock was the hardest it had ever been in my life, and I was certain now that it throbbed in time to Anna's heartbeat. I had never known arousal like this in my entire life. I knew what was coming next and I tried to stifle it, to hold back and regain control. But it was too late. The tidal wave of pleasure swelled in my mind and finally exploded with such force I literally saw stars for a moment. It took every bit of my will not to let my legs buckle or to moan aloud right there in the trauma bay. My head swam and I felt pleasure the likes of which I had never experienced. My ejaculation burst forth in a rush of warm liquid, spilling onto the inside of my thigh like a waterfall. Even as I began to cum, I was still intensely aware of Anna's heartbeat pounding above it all… I could swear that I could feel the waves of semen arrive in cadence with Anna's heartbeat.

As I felt my body release from its pent-up tension, my cock begin to soften post-ejaculation and I regained my breath and my senses. I couldn't help but feel a sense of relief wash over me. It was as if some deep-seated lifelong need had finally been sated, leaving me feeling empty and drained. There was no denying what I knew now… I looked down at Anna's chest, still rising and falling with each steady beat, her breasts moving in time with every breath she took. I lifted my stethoscope from where it sat in its final location, back beneath her left breast. The red ring it left from the force I had applied trying to control my orgasm was thankfully covered immediately by her breast as I let it drop back down and withdrew my stethoscope to hang around my neck.

I gazed down as subtly as possible and was likewise unbelievably relieved to find that my load had somehow not soaked visibly through my scrubs. I quickly scanned the room, checking to make sure none of the other staff had noticed my absent-minded "daydreaming" or the massive erection I had been sporting for the last few minutes. I had no idea how long I had actually been standing here asculating Anna, but everyone seemed to be focused on Anna's recovery, oblivious to my dark secret. I let out a quiet sigh of relief, ordered follow up labs and a 12 lead ECG so we could start working to find out what had caused Anna's arrest and carefully extracted myself from the situation.

I made my way back to the nurses' station, trying to compose myself as I went, for what good that did. My mind swirled, thoughts of what I had just learned, or perhaps more truthfully admitted, about myself and what that meant for a man who had taken a career in the ER… Once there, I quietly slipped away to change my underwear, feeling a confusing but exhilarating mix of relief, shame, excitement, and guilt at what had just happened. But as I imagined myself looking down once more at Anna's chest, rising and falling with each steady breath, her heart beating beneath her left breast because of what I had just done, of the life she would be able to now lead… I couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of pride and arousal again.

#female resus #defib #resus writing

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akradekra · 4 months ago

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RESUS STORY: The Perfect Plan Pt.2

Hours after the events took place, Frank received a call from the hospital. They told him his girlfriend had had a heart attack due to unknown reasons and that she was stable but coma-induced. Of course, Frank had to put his acting skills to test, in order to make believe there wasn’t anything out of the ordinary in that situation. He took a taxi to the hospital as soon as he received the call. Doctors gave him more details about what was going on, but he knew they were white-lying about the real facts: they said they received a call from Tania herself, struggling right before the cardiac arrest took place, and that the paramedics performed resuscitation procedures on her until bringing the girl back. Of course, they would never tell him she was actually resuscitated by two medical students who supposedly were having a threesome with her when the cardiac event happened.

After pretending to be surprised and anxiously concerned for his girlfriend, Frank was offered the chance of entering the ICU unit where Tania was resting. It was quite impressive for him to find her like she was: fully monitored, with a lot of cable sets coming out of her hospital gown, which covered her body from her chest to the start of her legs, and an intubation tube coming out of her mouth, connected to a ventilator. But obviously, while doctors kept on explaining him the procedures they did on Tania to stabilize her and the prognosis, Frank already had his mind into another idea… Would it be crazy to install the almost invisible cameras all around that ICU room and then using the device to provoke a new cardiac arrest on her, recording it again from home? Of course it was… But it was worth it…

During the day, he came home to grab Tania’s stuff and bring it to the hospital. Frank took the minuscule cameras from the bedroom and hided them inside the bag. When the evening fell, he came back to the hospital and asked the doctors to stay in Tania’s room overnight to keep an eye on her, a request that was easily accepted. Frank had plenty of time during the night to place the cameras in the best positions around Tania’s stretcher, making sure he would get the best possible views and angles of what was about to come. He finished doing this around 2 AM, then he lied on the armchair to finally get some sleep. Not without approaching Tania, still sedated, intubated and hooked on many cables, and whispering in her ear: “you’ve been a good girl, sweetie, but there’s more to come… you’re gonna like it when we watch the videos together…”.

He came back home during the morning. Adrenaline was flowing through his veins. A full professional code being performed on his hot girlfriend, having full control of the situation…This was going to be intense as well. Frank locked himself inside the control room and turned on the screens, making sure all cameras where sending a signal and everything looked correctly. As he had planned, the visuals were awesome. Now he was watching his girlfriend lying still, intubated and with her eyes closed. It was time for action to happen. He grabbed the microchip’s control device and, without thinking twice, he made her heart stop all of a sudden. All alarms went off in the ICU room, he could hear all the machines beeping like crazy, so Frank brought his dick out of his trousers and relaxed while things started taking place: a team of nurses and a doctor rushed into the room, quickly taking positions to proceed with resuscitation. “Patient’s in full cardiac arrest, start CPR right away and push a dose of epi!!”.

Frank started getting aroused as the gown was taken off revealing Tania’s nude body (except for her panties), the ventilator tube was switched for the ambu bag and a nurse placed his hands on Tania’s chest. Then it all began: the nurse started to push on the girl’s chest insistently, non-stop, furiously. Tania’s chest sank without any resistance to the merciless force of those man arms, and her boobs started jiggling slightly around his hands. He wasn’t even counting the compressions, he was just centred in mechanically pounding her chest while the other nurse pressed the ambu bag again and again, filling her still lungs. Frank found this so hot he started jerking off, watching his gorgeous girlfriend undergoing these hardcore procedures once again, this time even more professionally. The urge on the nurses’ actions and movements and the doctor’s determination on guiding the resus procedures got him even more excited.

Every two minutes, a couple of nurses switched to give her compressions, as the procedure was physically demanding. This way, Tania’s chest was compressed continuously with full energy, for Frank’s delight. With noticeable perplexity, the doctor kept on leading the code, making the staff push multiple drugs on the girl to stimulate her cardiac system and controlling the monitors, which still revealed a flat line. “Push one more dose of epi!! She’s been in cardiac arrest for 7 minutes!! No pulse, no breathing, not even a trace on the cause…!!!”, he shouted with desperation as the team worked on Tania, furiously giving her CPR. Frank stared fixedly at one of the monitors, which showed a view from directly above. The best one to see her chest being battered, her boobs moving as a result of the heavy compressions and her tummy rolling up and down, so Frank could not stop pleasing himself with this. He even started whispering some additional lines of his own: “come on baby, come on!!”. “Breathe for me Tania!!”. “You look too hot to die, come on bitch, you gotta live!!”.

He could stand there watching Tania getting CPR forever, but it was time to increase the standards. He switched the device from full cardiac arrest to ventricular fibrillation to make them shock her with the defibrillator. The doctor pulled the paddles and spread gel on them. “OK, shocking at 200, everybody off!!” he shouted while rubbing the paddles, before placing them on Tania’s nude chest. A familiar “hiiiiiiiiiic” sound was heard right before the doctor shouted “CLEAR!!!”, pushed the buttons and realeased a powerful discharge on Tania’s body, making it jump from the hospital bed, remaining in a twisted upwards position for a second and falling down. Her boobs bouncing like crazy during the whole violent movement… Of course, the shock did no effect on the rhythm. A second one at 300 joules was preparing. Frank could make it last as long as he liked. He jerked off like crazy, pleasuring himself with the hotness of watching his unconscious girlfriend receiving this brutal treatment over and over, watching each defibrillation from a different camera angle and enjoying all kind of views of the gorgeous Tania’s physical traits reacting aggressively to the brutal shocks she was getting every few seconds.

8 shocks. 8 consecutive blasts she took mercilessly before Frank switched back to flat line. “Damn, she flatlined, resume CPR!!” it was heard from the doctor right before two strong hands reappeared on Tania’s chest and began battering it again. The gel of the paddles was shinning on her skin, over two clearly red marks. Her skin in general was turning pale. Oxygen was pushed inside her lungs using the ambu bag, making her abdomen go slightly up and down. Her teeth were biting the tube coming from her mouth. Her eyes were deadly closed. Her tits were shaking from the energy of compressions. Another dose of epi. And one more after a few minutes. They really think they’re losing her. Frank wants to prolong the extasy of watching Tania being coded, but knows that it can’t exceed a certain amount of time, otherwise they will call her time of death. Meanwhile, the situation gets more intense as the doctor himself steps in between the nurses and takes care of compressions: “Off!! I’m taking over!!”. He starts a round of heavy firm compressions, counting them out loud with a sense of desperation in his voice, and that literally melts Frank’s brain. “ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR, FIVE, SIX, SEVEN, EIGHT, NINE, TEN, ELEVEN, TWELVE, THIRTEEN, FOURTEEN, FIFTEEN!!! PUSH OXYGEN!! COME ON TANIA!! ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR, FIVE…!!!”. He knows it’s the final attempt to make her come back. Frank brings his cock to the verge of orgasm over and over watching Tania getting these heavy compressions, which looks freaking sexy, but wants to wait for the hottest part…

Frank gets ready for the final explosion. At the peak of hopelessness in the ICU, he switches Tania’s heart to v-fib. “She’s in v-fib, charge the paddles at 360!!!” screams the doctor before they quickly bring him the paddles. He presses them on Tania’s chest… and the show begins. “EVERYBODY OFF!!! CLEAR!!!”. Tania’s hot body remains curved in the air during one second before falling down. Her boobs bouncing crazily again. Frank can’t take anymore and feels the cum ready to blow while the “hiiiiiiiiiiiic” sound is heard, indicating the next shock. At the same time Tania gets that second blast, Frank shoots his load along with the most intense orgasm scream that ever came out from his mouth. He makes sure to switch the v-fib into a regular rhythm right after the next shock, before letting himself go and feel the release after-orgasm sensation. “We’ve got her back!!”, the doctor says. Frank can’t even move. He had done it again. And it was recorded, for much future pleasure…

#female resus #defib #resus writing #intubation

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