I just love the idea of binding my resusee to the bed, gauzy white restraints tied to the bed rails, cutting into the soft flesh of their wrists. especially when they're unconscious or too far gone to remember it when they wake up, taking their limp hand in yours as you pin them to the bed.
then when they wake up they're confused and dazed and in pain, they attempt to soothe their chest only to find their arms unable to move. the panic that spreads through their eyes, even when dazed and heavy is delightful.
I love the idea of watching them thrash with each shock or jostle with each compression, their motion limited by their restraints. watching them lie limply, arms spread by their sides. motionless hands hanging off the sides of the bed.
maybe you've gotten their heart back and get to sit in a vigil of sorts, watching over them, holding their restrained hand in yours as you watch them breathe or watch the monitor beep away.
then there's the idea of them being conscious...
watching them thrash, or at least, attempt to, against their restraints, tearing up their wrists, making themselves even more breathless, their heart rate becoming even more unstable.
their ribs are aching from the compressions, or maybe you're still guiding their weak heart, still forcing your hands down against their ribs, bending them to your will, forcing their heart to pump.
you keep shocking them, trying to force their heart into sinus rhythm, trying to spur it to beat faster, maybe you're pacing them, causing their body to jolt every other second or so. they try and fail to pull away from the pain, to pull the pads away from their chest, to find a moment of relief.
they're crying out the best they can, mewling and moaning and whimpering, weakly trying to free themselves, tired wet eyes, blown wide with adrenaline looking up at you, begging for release.
your cooing to them, promising that you only want to help, that you're only trying to fix them, to save them. you just can't give them anything for the pain, they're too weak, it could kill them, and you just simply can't allow that, can you?
all the while they're desperate for reprieve, even if they know their sick little heart needs help, they just want the pain to end, to regain control of their body, to be free.
it's even better when they're intubated, it's just another level of restraint. their airway, their lungs, their breath is not their own, you control it. you get to hear their choked sounds of fear and discomfort, get to watch them gag on the tube, watch them twist with breathlessness between breaths if your using an ambu bag.
and the cherry on top, for me at least, is when they finally give into it. they sag into the restraints, letting you do what you wish, swallowing down the tube, even if they can't will the sounds that leave them to stop.
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I think it's because the content I repost are nsfw that's why Tumblr had some restrictions...which is sad
For Instagram, they don't let us send explicit videos as well, which is a pain
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