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[get-the-paddles81]

Olivia’s Unfinished Story

*Happy Friday, everyone! I wanted to try something a little different this time around. I hope you enjoy!*

Her name was Olivia.

She was the kind of woman you might overlook in a crowd- slim, fair skinned, with straight, light brown hair that she kept neat and cut to her shoulders. Her bangs sat just above a pair of green eyes that always seemed to be watching, not out of shyness, but observation. At 5'8, the twenty-eight year old carried herself with quiet poise, a strange mix of bookish awkwardness, and buttoned-up grace. Her wardrobe was sensible- cardigans and slacks, modest blouses, neutral tones. It wasn’t that she lacked style; she simply didn’t think anyone was looking closely enough to warrant the effort.

By day, Olivia worked a corporate job in a beige office on the twelfth floor of a building with too much glass and not enough personality. Her cubicle was tidy. Her emails were prompt. She was the type who remembered birthdays, who always signed her messages with "Best," and who brought her lunch from home in reusable containers labeled with masking tape. Her coworkers liked her well enough, though they never really knew her. She existed on the periphery- reliable, polite, self-contained.

But at night, in a small apartment with a flickering desk lamp and chipped mugs of tea, Olivia became someone else. She wrote under the name "S.R. Quinn," a pseudonym she guarded like a secret lover. Her stories- twisting, cerebral mysteries filled with unreliable narrators and haunted minds, had attracted a quiet, devoted following online. Some of her readers speculated about the author's identity, but she never gave herself away. Olivia preferred it that way. Her characters said all the things she couldn’t. They unraveled in ways she never allowed herself to. Writing, for her, was a kind of release- a hidden doorway she stepped through every night.

She lived alone, but it never really felt lonely. Her walls were lined with shelves full of books, and her laptop bore the fingerprints of a thousand edits.

She had routines: the same route to work, the same booth at the quiet café near her apartment, the same brand of peppermint gum always tucked into her bag. Sometimes, on the subway, she would look at the people around her and wonder who among them led secret lives, too. It comforted her to think she wasn’t the only one pretending.

There were things she still wanted to do. A novel half-finished. A mystery not yet solved. A character she hadn’t quite figured out.

She had no idea she would be the latest patient in our emergency department. Last night, that’s exactly what happened to Olivia.

The trauma bay lights cast a sterile glow across her pale skin, and her chest bucked beneath gloved hands performing deep, violent chest compressions. The monitor beside her beeped incessantly in arrhythmic protest, displaying a jagged line of ventricular fibrillation. Beneath it, a stack of empty syringe caps and torn vials spilled from the tray, scattered among crumpled wrappers and used IV bags.

She lay supine on the table, stripped barefoot and topless, her bare chest glistening with conductive gel under the harsh overhead lights. Her green eyes were wide open- glassy, unblinking, eerily serene. The endotracheal tube jutted from her mouth, hugging her pale lips, secured tightly with tape, and the soft hiss of the ambu bag filled her lungs with each squeeze. Her pants remained on, the dark fabric in contrast to the table. There were no bruises, no blood, no visible trauma. Just a stillness that didn’t belong in a room like this.

The rhythm of chest compressions played like a grim metronome, gloved hands stacked over her sternum, pushing deep and fast. Each thrust drove Olivia’s chest down in sharp, unnatural motions, her ribs caving beneath the pressure. With every compression, her chest recoiled slightly, the skin pulling tight before collapsing inward again. The force rippled outward through her torso, making her belly tremble faintly.

The defib paddles were pressed against her bare chest. “CLEAR!” Dr Lindsay called out.

Her back arched as the jolt surged through her, then fell limp again. No change. Someone stepped up to resume CPR. The rhythmic thud of gloved hands on her sternum resumed, tilting her motionless face slightly with each thrust.

After that unsuccessful cycle of CPR, the paddles pressed back down against her bare chest, gel smearing beneath them. “CLEAR” Lindsay called once again. A sudden jolt of electricity surged through the writer’s body. Olivia’s back arched sharply, her spine lifting off the table in a stiff, unnatural bend. Her legs jerk in response- one foot kicking upward involuntarily, the other twisting inward, toes curling hard. For a split second, both feet hover awkwardly in the air before crashing ungracefully back down to the table. Her soles, flushed pale from poor perfusion, land heel-first, the deep, wide, soft wrinkles of her size 10 soles visible before her body goes slack again, motionless except for the rhythmic force of compressions that resumed after.

Another shock was delivered. A gasp escaped Olivia’s lips, though it was more of a reflex than a sign of life. Another cycle CPR ensued. A dose of epinephrine. Gloved hands moved with rehearsed precision, voices sharp, clipped, and clinical.

“Still in v-fib, Linds.” Nurse Nancy informs, shaking her head. “No pulse.” Dr Jen the resident chimes in.

“I’m shocking again. Re-charging the paddles to 360. CLEAR.” Lindsay responded, Heather halting CPR and stepping away from the table.

KA-THUNK! Olivia’s body jumped. The flat, lifeless gaze remained on her face. Her expression was untouched by fear or pain, frozen somewhere just before the end.

The next shock came and went. Her body jerked with unnatural stiffness, like a puppet pulled by unseen strings. For a breathless second, she froze midair- fingers curled, toes flexed, then collapsed on the table once more, as if gravity remembered her all at once.

Chest compressions resumed, but not for long. For a moment, the room stilled- hands hovered, eyes glanced to the monitor. A flatline stared back at everyone, unbroken and absolute.

“No cardiac activity on the monitors.” Jen the resident informed, calm and even, like they’re noting the time of day.

Nancy leaned in, shining a penlight across both of Olivia’s eyes. Nothing. No flicker, no constriction, no reaction whatsoever- just the blank, glassy look of fixed and dilated pupils.

A quiet pause passed.

“She’s been down forty minutes.” Lindsay speaks, voice low but certain. “Let’s go ahead and call it. Time of death, 1:11am.”

The ambu bag was detached from the ET tube and set beside Olivia’s head on the table. Chest compressions stopped for good. Heather shut off the monitor, muting the flatline. The paddles were placed back on the crash cart, the ECG leads peeled away, electrodes discarded in silence.

Olivia had written dozens of stories. None of us knew that, of course. Not Heather peeling off her EKG leads, not Dr Lindsay logging her time of death, not Dr Jen placing the sheet over her body. In life, she had been anonymous. In death, she remained so.

But somewhere, tucked into online archives and under a username no one could now trace, there were worlds Olivia had built. Complex characters. Tangled mysteries. Paragraphs people had read and re-read and bookmarked to revisit. She had more to tell. But last night, her story ended right here in our emergency department.

[get-the-paddles81]

The Clinical Trial

The sterile, sleek white walls of the research facility gleam under recessed lighting, giving the space an ultramodern, almost futuristic vibe. Everything is clean, clinical, and controlled. The faint hum of machines and the soft tap of footsteps on polished floors echo in the otherwise hushed corridor.

Dr Lindsay Wilkes steps through the frosted glass entryway doors with a small smile tugging at her lips. Dressed in a fitted gray blazer over a white casual top, dark jeans, and her usual quiet confidence, she looks more like a visiting speaker than a test subject. Her light brown hair is pulled back into a neat ponytail, and a thin silver necklace rests just above her collarbones.

Waiting for her near the intake desk are the trio running the clinical trial.

Dr Anna- early 40s, commanding presence, jet black hair pinned in a French twist, is the first to greet her. “Dr Wilkes” she begins, voice smooth and welcoming. “We’re honored to have you here. Your impressive background makes you a perfect candidate.” Dr Anna compliments.

Next to her is Dr Olivia, younger- in her early 30s, and a touch more energetic, all sharp cheekbones and quick glances, followed by Nurse Ashley – blonde, polished, clipboard in hand, her smile just a little too wide. “We’re big fans of yours. ER doctors make the most interesting subjects.” Ashley adds. Lindsay laughs lightly, brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “Well, I’m just excited to be a part of this. I’ve been reading up on your work- it’s absolutely fascinating.” Lindsay replies enthusiastically.

“Oh, Cardexor has the potential to change the game.” Dr Anna replies, referencing her experimental medication without hesitation. “Performance enhancement, cardiac precision, stamina… all by gently modulating ion flow. You’re going to be part of history!” Dr Anna boasts.

The trio guides Dr Lindsay down a pristine hallway to a large, open exam room. Inside, the air smells faintly of antiseptic and ozone. A sleek white bed sits beneath a wall mounted monitor.

“Alright, Lindsay.” Nurse Ashley says, setting her clipboard down on a nearby countertop “we’ll have you get out of your clothes now. You can leave your personal items on the tray beside the bed.” The nurse instructs Lindsay.

The ER doc nods and starts to remove her blazer and shoes, then peels off her jeans, folding them neatly. Within moments, she’s barefoot on the cool tile floor, clad only in a gray sports bra and compression shorts. The silver necklace still rests around her neck- a small piece of personal flair amid the clinical setting.

Lindsay hops onto the exam table, sitting upright as sticky ECG leads are applied across her chest and torso. The monitor lights up with a steady rhythm- normal sinus. IV lines are started, her blood pressure is taken. Everything checks out. Everything’s good to go. Dr Olivia studies the monitor. “Vitals are solid. Baseline EKG is clean. You’re textbook, Dr Lindsay.”

Lindsay grins. “Let’s hope I stay that way!”

Dr Anna offers a nod, though her expression doesn’t quite match the enthusiasm. “We’ll begin the first infusion shortly. Just relax. If anything feels off at any point, speak up. This is cutting-edge science, but you’re still in control.” Anna tells Lindsay.

The team exits momentarily to prepare the first dose, leaving Lindsay alone on the table, feet dangling slightly, watching the quiet green blips on the monitor. She seems calm and confident. She has no idea that her name will soon be the third entry in a growing list.

Dr Lindsay reclines slightly on the padded exam table, IV already in place. The ultramodern room remains relatively calm, with faint mechanical beeps from the heart monitor and the subtle hiss of the air conditioning from a vent in the ceiling. A flat-panel screen nearby glows with her live vitals- all still perfectly normal. Her blazer is neatly folded on a nearby chair. Barefoot, dressed down to a charcoal gray sports bra and black compression shorts, she looks more like a training athlete than an ER physician about to become a patient.

Dr Anna re-enters the room and steps up with a small vial of clear liquid, hooking it to the IV line, careful and precise in her movements. “This is it- Cardexor, the newest evolution in cardiac modulation.” she tells Lindsay with an excited smile, though there’s a flicker of something unreadable in her expression. “You’re officially our tenth volunteer in the trial!”

“Great, double digits. Glad I get to be a part of this!” Lindsay says lightly, giving a small smile, eyes flicking toward the monitor, her vitals still normal.

Dr Olivia adjusts the infusion pump. “We’ll be starting with a conservative dose and monitoring for about twenty minutes. Most of the pharmacokinetics are pretty quick. You should start noticing some sensations within a few minutes.” Dr Olivia explains.

“Side effects?” Lindsay asks, watching the clear liquid drip down the line into her vein. “Tingling, maybe some lightheadedness. Nothing to be worried about.” Dr Olivia answers too quickly. Nurse Ashley, standing at the foot of the table, gives a practiced smile but avoids eye contact with Lindsay.

A few minutes pass. The room is quiet except for casual small talk and monitor beeps. Then…

“Hmm… I’m… feeling something…” Lindsay murmurs, brow furrowing slightly. “There’s a little tingling in my chest. Like pins and needles.” Continues Lindsay. Dr Anna nods, jotting something on a digital tablet. “That’s totally expected. That’s just the Cardexor fine-tuning those ion channels, nudging the signal transmission. All part of the process.” Dr Anna dismisses Lindsay’s symptoms. Lindsay shifts a little. “My head’s kind of floaty too, almost like I got up too fast.” Complains Lindsay. “You’re doing great, this is all normal.” Nurse Ashley says with gentle encouragement, though her eyes flick quickly to the monitor. Lindsay’s heart rate has crept up from 100bpm into the low 120s- just high enough to be noticeable, but not necessarily alarming.

Dr Olivia presses the back of her hand to Lindsay’s forehead. “No fever. Any tightness in your chest?” she asks. “No… just… pins and needles.” Lindsay breathes in slowly, and though she’s still calm, there’s a subtle tension in her voice now. “We’re right on track.” Dr Anna smiles, a little too tightly.

Lindsay closes her eyes for a moment, her brows raising ever so slightly as she took a slow, steadying breath. She was still trying to convince herself it was nothing- just her body adjusting, just nerves, perhaps. The fluttering in her chest lingered like an aftershock, faint but persistent.

A soft beep drew Ashley’s eyes to the monitor. Lindsay’s heart rate had climbed again- nothing dramatic, just a little higher than before. But it stayed there, holding steady at the new pace like it had found a rhythm it wasn’t supposed to. None of the women said anything. For a moment, the room was filled with an unnatural stillness, like the quiet just before a storm.

An hour or so passes since the infusion started. Lindsay sits upright on the exam table, legs extended and crossed at the ankles, her bare heel resting on the padded surface. She rubs her sternum with the heel of her hand, the gesture casual at first, then more deliberate. “There’s this weird tightness now…” she tells the team, her tone light, but her eyes searching. “I also feel a pinch. Right in the center.” Continues Lindsay, gesturing to the location on her chest. Dr Olivia steps in with her usual serene smile. “That’s not uncommon. Some participants report transient chest sensations while the ion modulation stabilizes.” Olivia explains. “Transient?” Lindsay replies. Nurse Ashley adjusts the IV line, her movements smooth and practiced. The telemetry monitor gives a soft beep, a little quicker than it was earlier. Lindsay glances at the screen, noting the climb: heart rate hovering in the low 130s now. “Still sinus.” Anna informs, peering at the readout and tapping a few notes into the tablet. “We’ll push a little metoprolol just to keep things where we want them.” Instructs Dr Anna. Lindsay nods, overhearing them, breathing through another round of pins and needles. She shifts her shoulders and tries to relax, but the rhythm feels off inside her chest- like something ticking out of sync.

Then, just for a second, Lindsay catches a look. Olivia’s eyes flick to Anna, subtle, concerned, but enough to tighten something low in Lindsay’s gut. She offers a half-smile to cut the tension. “Okay… what was that look all about? I’m not gonna be toes up in the morgue anytime soon, am I?” Lindsay half-jokes. Anna chuckles. “God, no! You’re doing great. These are just fine-tuning effects. Your body’s just adapting. It means the compound is working.” Anna explains away.

Lindsay leans back a little, not totally convinced, but willing to believe it for now. “Alright. Just don’t let me die half naked in my compression shorts.” Quips Lindsay. They all laugh, perhaps a little too quickly.

Ashley hangs another saline flush, and the monitor continues its steady beep… beep… beep, like a ticking clock. Lindsay closes her eyes briefly, exhales, and rests her hand against her chest again. Something’s not right. But she doesn’t know just how wrong it’s about to get.

The clinical room, once sterile and composed, now buzzes with a subtle but unmistakable undercurrent of tension. The rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor had sped up, edging into a range that triggered the machine’s soft warning tones. Lindsay sat upright on the exam table, eyeing the monitors. A sheen of sweat began to form across her collarbones, and her breathing, while controlled, speeds up.

She presses the palm of her hand against her chest, fingertips trembling slightly. “I’m still feeling it…it’s worse…” she utters quietly. “It’s much sharper now- like a pinch just behind my sternum.” Adds Dr Lindsay, concern in her voice. Anna glances up from the monitor with a tight smile. “That’s probably the beta stimulation- it can happen at this stage.” Anna downplays Lindsay’s symptoms. Olivia stands beside her, cross-checking a second monitor. “Heart rate’s up, but still within protocol range.” She informs. “Still in protocol? That’s good.” Lindsay repeats, her voice flat, lips twitching into a weak half-smile.

She exhales and glances around the room. “Have you guys ever tested this on ER docs before? Or am I your guinea pig with a stethoscope?” jokes Dr Lindsay. Ashley chuckles softly from the IV station. “Nah, you’re our star subject! Clean vitals, athletic background- you’re ideal.” Ashley responds. But Lindsay wasn’t buying the reassurance this time. Her eyes flick over to the monitor again. The QRS complexes had widened. Her trained gaze pick up on it, even before the machine sounded another beep, this one more insistent.

She narrows her eyes. “Wait, that’s… V-tach.” Lindsay looks to Anna. “You’re seeing it too, right?” asks Lindsay. Anna hesitates for half a second- just long enough for Lindsay to catch it. “It’s a nonsustained run. We’re monitoring. You’re still stable.” Anna brushes it off. “Stable? That’s a curious word choice for this rhythm.” Lindsay firmly replies, her voice tighter now. Olivia busied herself at the bedside, adjusting the telemetry leads. “You’re still perfusing well. BP’s solid. Let’s get some fluids in, maybe push a touch of lidocaine.” Olivia chimes in.

Ashley moves efficiently, drawing up meds. The quiet hiss of saline through the IV port was almost drowned out by the monitor’s quickening beeps. Lindsay’s heart rate hovers just over 160- still with a pulse, still conscious, but each beat seemed more jagged than the last. “I’m not trying to be dramatic, but if this keeps up much longer, someone’s going to need the crash cart.” Lindsay murmurs to the team. Anna’s voice was gentle. “It’s ok. We have a protocol for situations like this.” Anna was clearly running out of things to say to dismiss Lindsay. Dr Lindsay turns her head slightly toward her. “You answered that a little too fast, Anna. What’s really going on here?!” Lindsay knows something’s off.

Another glance passes between Anna and Olivia- brief but tight.

“What was that look?! You did it again!” Lindsay shouts, more nervous this time. Olivia leaned closer, offering a steadying hand on Lindsay’s shoulder. “You’re fine. This is what the close monitoring is for. You’re in good hands.” Olivia tries to reassure. Lindsay gave a single nod, but her gaze drifted back to the monitor. The screen now showed a classic wide-complex tachycardia, consistent with sustained V-tach. Her expression remained composed, but her breathing had deepened, a thin tremor in her arms now visible. “Okay… stay strong, Linds…” she whispers, mostly to herself.

Several minutes pass, and the EKG monitor let out a steady whine as her heart continued to race inside her chest. Her breathing came in shallow, focused puffs. “I’m still with you…” she murmurs, glancing from one face to the next. “This is still manageable… right?” asks Lindsay, growing increasingly uneasy. Dr Anna didn’t answer immediately. She was at the head of the bed, eyes locked on the monitor. “V-tach, still with a pulse.” Anna confirms, more to Olivia and Ashley than to Lindsay. Dr Olivia steps to Lindsay’s side, readying the crash cart. “We need to cardiovert you. Now.” States Olivia. Lindsay’s eyes shift to the defibrillators, then back to Olivia. “Oh…” Lindsay utters. “Yep. We’re going to get this handled for you.” Ashley said, voice quick and clipped as she peels open a fresh pack of defib pads. “Synchronized. It won’t be fun.” Ashley adds.

“Are you sedating me?” Lindsay asks. A beat of silence passes. Dr Anna shook her head. “We can’t in your case. And you’re still responsive. It’ll hurt- but it’s absolutely necessary.” Anna explains, her tone more stern. Lindsay swallows hard, a flicker of fear behind her eyes, but she nods. “Do it.”

Ashley places the pads quickly- sternum and apex, while Olivia set the charge. Dr Anna presses gently but firmly on Lindsay’s shoulder to keep her still. “Lindsay, we’re going to shock you now, ok?” Informs Dr Anna. Lindsay just nods in response, her stare blank.

“Defibrillator is charged to 150 joules. Everyone stand clear for me.” Olivia calls out.

The first shock is delivered, and hits her like a freight train.

Lindsay’s chest shoots forward, her back bending a bit. A strangled cry exits from her throat- pure reflex. Her heel scraped along the thin mattress, toes curling hard, showing off the fresh white nail polish on her toes along with the thin, wavy wrinkles throughout the soles of her size 12 feet. The monitor responds with a blink… but the rhythm held steady in V-tach.

“Still in VT.” Ashley mouths, frowning at the screen. “Olivia, charge again to 150.” Anna instructs, already reaching to steady Lindsay again. Lindsay’s breath caught. She didn’t say a word, but her eyes- glassy now, fixed on the ceiling like she was bracing herself for a wave.

“Defibrillator is charged to 150 joules. Everyone stand clear for me.” Olivia calls out.

The second shock came, feeling harder than the first. This time, Lindsay screamed. It wasn’t theatrical- just a raw, involuntary sound that erupted from somewhere deep in her chest as the electricity races through her. Lindsay’s necklace swung against her collarbone with the motion. Her face contorted in pain, eyebrows raised, forehead crinkling, and for a moment, she didn’t seem to breathe at all. “Still no change, everyone.” Ashley informs.

Olivia’s hands were already moving. “Charging defibrillator to 200 joules.” She calls out. Lindsay blinked slowly, chest rising in shaky bursts. “Do it…” Lindsay rasped, through gritted teeth. The third shock landed like thunder.

Her entire body tenses up hard, shoulders shrugging forwards, both her hands making loose fists. Lindsay let out a pained moan, feeling the quick jolt of electricity work its way through every square inch of her 6’1 body.

Then, there was quiet. The monitor let out a softer tone. It was still fast, but regular. “Sinus tach.” Ashley confirms. A small breath of relief escaped her lips. “She’s back.” Anna smiles, feeling relieved. Lindsay let her head fall to the side, breathing fast and shallow, face pale, lashes wet. “Jesus. Never again!” she blurts out . Anna gives her a tight nod. “You’re stable for now. That’s what matters. We’ll let you rest for a bit.”

Over the coming little while, Lindsay remains in sinus tachycardia. Lindsay lay back against the inclined bed, a sheen of sweat still clinging to her collarbones. Her chest rose and fell with steady rhythm now, the erratic pounding finally tamed into something bearable. Electrodes remain stuck to her skin, telemetry still beeping softly nearby, but the atmosphere in the room had shifted.

Dr Anna stood at the foot of the bed with her arms crossed, watching the monitor with clinical focus but no urgency. Olivia leans on the nearby counter, half-sipping from a water bottle, while Nurse Ashley updates a chart on the tablet in her hand.

“You’re doing great, vitals improving.” Anna told Dr Lindsay with a smile that, for the first time, didn’t feel rehearsed. “HR’s holding steady in the 120s- definitely an improvement from earlier.” Adds Anna. Lindsay let out a breath through her nose, almost a laugh. “As an ER doctor, I’ve shocked plenty of people in my day. I never thought I’d be on the receiving end.” she jokes, reaching up to rub where the defib pad still sits.

“You took it like a champ.” Olivia chuckles. “Didn’t have much of a choice, did I?” Lindsay replies, managing a grin. “You all decided I was the world’s best science experiment.” Lindsay quips. Ashley offers her a bottle of water and a gentle pat on the shoulder. “Hang in there, Doctor. You’re helping us learn something important.” Encourages Nurse Ashley.

Lindsay takes the water and sips, but her fingers tremble faintly around the plastic bottle. It was subtle. Easily missed. And maybe she was just a little out of it, considering she was just shocked three times.

The heart monitor beeped at a calm, consistent pace.

Still, she noticed the way Dr Olivia’s eyes flicked to the screen just a second too long. How Anna’s posture stiffened just slightly when Lindsay shifted in the bed. How Ashley’s smile didn’t quite reach her eyes. Lindsay caught it just barely. “You all okay?” she asks, raising an eyebrow. Anna laughs nervously. “The worst part is over. You’re doing just fine.”

Olivia added, “We’ve got eyes on everything. You’re in good hands.”

Lindsay leans back, letting the water bottle rest on her lap. She wasn’t sure if the creeping unease was just her imagination or the return of something real. But for now, she chose to believe them. The lights dimmed slightly as the sun began to set outside the high windows. Machines hummed softly. Monitors blinked. Everything was fine.

Another twenty minutes had passed. The room had grown still again, except for the soft beeps of the heart monitor. Lindsay sat upright, her color a touch better, a thin blanket drawn across her lap. Her breathing had evened out. Olivia had just made a quiet note in the chart, and Ashley was adjusting an IV pump when it hit.

Lindsay flinched. It was sudden and sharp. Her hand shot to her chest, pressing just beneath her left collarbone. Her brow creased, forehead crinkled, as she leaned forward, lips parting in a shallow gasp. “Oh god… something’s wrong.” Lindsay murmured. The heart monitor confirmed it a second or so later, the steady rhythm giving way to a rapid, fluttering series of beeps.

Ashley’s head snapped toward the screen. “Telemetry just jumped, she’s spiking again.” Informs Ashley. Anna crossed the room in three strides. “Lindsay, talk to me. What are you feeling?” Dr Anna asks, her tone clipped and stern. “chest pain… palpitations… Something’s really really wrong…” answers Lindsay. She sucked in a breath. Her eyes darted to the monitor and back to Anna. Her composure was crumbling now- still holding, but fraying at the edges. “Rate’s climbing. 160 and rising.” Olivia informs. Anna’s voice stayed even. “We’ve got it. You’re still in a rhythm we can manage.” Anna reassures. But even as she said it, she was pulling on a pair of gloves, and Ashley was already prepping another IV med. The room had taken on a charge- quiet, but tense.

Lindsay’s grip tightened on the edge of the bed. Her breaths came faster and more shallow. “I thought we fixed this! Why is it happening?!” Lindsay shouts. Ashley and Olivia exchanged a quick glance. Nothing overt, just enough to register. Lindsay caught it. “Okay. That look? I know that look.” Lindsay shook her head. “You’re okay, Lindsay.” Anna said, but it was too quick. Lindsay looked up at her, face pale, lips slightly parted. “Don’t lie to me!” Lindsay snapped. “We’re not. We’re on top of this.” Anna replied softly. The monitor beeped louder, faster. A warning tone now. 165. 170.

Lindsay slumped back slightly, wincing, her voice more fragile this time. “I feel like my heart’s trying to leap out of my chest…” Lindsay groans. Olivia moves closer to the crash cart- still calm, but with new urgency in her step. Ashley hovered by the meds, ready. “We’re staying ahead of it. Just hang with us.” Anna places a hand gently on Lindsay’s shoulder. Dr Lindsay nodded, but her eyes didn’t leave the monitor.

The sharp, rhythmic beep of the heart monitor was suddenly replaced by a blaring, erratic wail. Lindsay’s body shifted uncomfortably for a split second, her hand clutched tightly to her chest. “OH GOD…” she winced, her voice tight, barely audible. Her eyes went WIDE, pupils dilating as her body slumped.

“Lindsay?!” Dr Anna was already moving with a pep in her step. The monitor blared. Pulseless ventricular tachycardia. “Code blue!” Olivia shouted, her hand slamming the red button on the wall. Ashley lunged for the crash cart, tearing open drawers with trembling precision. Anna took lead, her voice cutting clean through the chaos. “Get the pads ready. Ashley- bag her. We need to intubate.” Anna commanded.

The air in the room thickened. Olivia snipped off Lindsay’s sports bra and began deep, strong chest compressions. Lindsay’s chest rocked beneath each forceful push. Her face, once full of quiet strength, now lay pale and motionless. “Pads ready. Charging to 200,” Ashley called out. “Hold on! Hold on! I’m intubating!” Anna pressed the laryngoscope into Lindsay’s mouth, hands steady as she passed the 8.0 ET tube down her trachea. “Tube’s in. Confirm with bag.” Anna barked. “Good rise. Tube’s good.” Ashley confirms, already squeezing the ambu bag rhythmically. “Alright, I’m going to go ahead and shock her now. Everyone stand clear!” Olivia announced. Everyone backed away.

The shock hit Lindsay. Her back arched violently, chest shot up, her hands making weak fists, plopping back down a second or two later.

“No change, resume compressions.” Anna ordered, jaw tight. “Ashley, push epi, one milligram IV.” Olivia called out, hands back on Lindsay’s chest, pushing hard and fast. Ashley administered the meds without a word.

The seconds bled together. Another round of compressions, and the meds were pushed. “Charging again- 300 this time.” Ashley took over the defibs. “Clear!!!”

Lindsay’s body twitched sharply in response. Another rush of electrical current through her tall, athletic body, but she devolved into v-fib.

“Still no pulse, looks like maybe v-fib on the monitors” Olivia observed softly, her voice starting to fray. Anna’s expression didn’t shift. “Another amp of epi. Get ready for amiodarone- 300 milligrams, push.” Commanded Anna.

The meds were pushed. CPR continued. The monitor continued to shriek.

“Charging to 360. Stand clear, everyone!” Ashley called out.

The third shock caused Lindsay’s feet to kick up an inch or so above the table, slamming back down with an ungracious THUD, showing off the thin, prominent, wavy wrinkles throughout the soles of her size 12 feet.

Anna’s gloved hands reached towards Lindsay’s neck, feeling for a carotid. “still no pulse, v-fib on the monitors.” Dr Anna shook her head.

The code continued. And Lindsay? She lay still, on the receiving end of deep, violent chest compressions. Her chest caving in, recoiling rhythmically, her toned belly with abs rippling out. The room, once full of optimism, was now silent except for the rhythmic thud of chest compressions and the hiss of forced ventilation.

The room was still bathed in harsh fluorescent light, sterile and too bright for what was unfolding. Alarms blared in their usual chaotic rhythm, but everyone had long since stopped reacting to them. On the monitor, the jagged, erratic waves of ventricular fibrillation darted across the screen. Lindsay’s body lay still on the table, her chest rising and falling only with the force of chest compressions.

“Charging again to 200. Everyone stand back for me.” Olivia announced, her voice flat from repetition. The shock hit Lindsay’s body with a jolt. Her 6’1 gram was tossed around effortlessly, arms slightly flinching outward, as the energy surged through her lifeless heart. The monitor stuttered. For a half-second, something vaguely organized sparked across the screen, then back to v-fib.

Ashley didn’t stop compressions. Her brow was damp with sweat, jaw clenched tightly as she counted under her breath. “Twenty-one… twenty-two…”

“Charging again. 250 this time.” Olivia called out. Anna just nodded, her eyes locked on the monitor, watching with clinical intensity. There was a subtle weight behind her expression now- grim acceptance beginning to settle in her bones.

The next shock was delivered. Lindsay’s body jerked once more. Another violent convulsion that looked nothing like life. Still v-fib.

“Still no pulse.” Ashley informed, pausing just briefly before going back in with compressions, her palms hitting harder than before. “We can keep going” Ashley suggests, almost pleading, her voice cracking.

Anna shook her head. “Nope. We lost her.” she said firmly, stepping back from the foot of the bed. Her voice was calm, almost too calm. “The trial drug caused mass dysfunction of the cardiac conduction system. Her heart’s no longer conductive, so we’re going to have to stop here and call time of death.” Anna explained, cold and matter of fact.

Ashley froze mid-compression. Her hands hovered above Lindsay’s chest for a second or so before she finally withdrew them. Dr Olivia didn’t say anything. She just reached over and pressed the power button for the heart monitor, which still displayed refractory v-fib. “Alright, everyone. Time of death, 18:45.” Anna broke the silence.

The room was eerily quiet now. No more beeping monitors. No more shouted commands. Just the stillness that followed the end of a code.

Lindsay’s body lay motionless on the table, chest rising no more, her head slightly turned to one side, eyes wide open, staring somewhere no one else could follow.

Nobody moved at first. Anna, Olivia, and Ashley just stood there, still in their gloves, gowns, and masks. A heaviness pressed down on the room, like it was holding its breath with them. Finally, Ashley stepped forward, reaching for the ambu bag still attached to the endotracheal tube. She unhooked it slowly, the rubber disconnect giving a soft click that echoed far louder than it should have. Olivia followed, gently peeling the defib pads from Lindsay’s chest. Anna moved in closer, hands steady as she carefully removed the EKG wires from Lindsay’s torso, one by one. No one spoke, but everyone did their part.

Ashley unwound the IV tubing from Lindsay’s arm, slipping the catheter free with an almost reverent gentleness. A soft trickle of blood followed, quickly wiped with gauze. Then, with quiet care, Olivia reached up and used her fingertips to gently close Lindsay’s wide open eyes. That blank, unblinking stare was gone.

Anna reached down, pulled a toe tag from the drawer, and began to fill it out. Her handwriting was neat and quick: “Lindsay Wilkes, MD. Time of death: 18:45.” She slipped the tag over Lindsay’s left big toe and fastened it in place, letting it dangle against the wrinkled soles of her feet.

“She’s the third one this week.” Anna spoke finally, her voice low and flat, shaking her head. “Yeah, back to the drawing board, I guess.” Olivia murmured, folding her arms across her chest. No one added anything. There was nothing left to say at that point.

Ashley stepped forward again and drew the white sheet up, first over Lindsay’s torso, then her face, tucking it in gently like she was putting someone to bed. For a long moment, the three of them stood in silence. At the end of the table, the toe tag swayed slightly, brushing softly against the soles of Lindsay’s feet, forever symbolizing Lindsay’s tragic end in what was originally supposed to be a positive experience.

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Six Milliseconds - A multiverse study in the Butterfly Effect

Hello Multiverse Travelers and first let me thank you for purchasing a package from Multiverse Studies LLC, where we handle all of the minutia and detail work of multiverse travel and study so you can focus on learning. I see here that today you all are here for an interesting virtual study on the so called "Butterfly Effect", also known as "Chaos Theory". If anyone isn't familiar, you'll definitely understand by the end of today's study but as a refresher, this is the idea that on the scale of the universe, incredibly small changes to one action can have huge consequences later on. The most famous example is one which posits that a butterfly flapping it's wings in Australia can lead to a complex chain of escalating events that causes a hurricane in Florida. Today, with travel to parallel universes now possible, we can and have confirmed the validity of this theory by studying divergent universes and the minute details that separate them from wildly different outcomes.

Today, we've arranged to view a particularly poignant example I like to call "Six Milliseconds". We'll be studying a man named Mike's life as an EMT over a short period in two overlapping universes, Universes 154923142-Hex-A and 154923142-Hex-F, and examining the consequences of a single change so small one could think it negligible. We'll be using our patent pending "Personal Perspective Multiverse Goggles". Your PPMG will allow you to experience these universes from the perspective of an individual, in this case Mike, as if you were him, all from the comfort of our classroom. First we will watch a lead up portion from before these two universes timelines diverged, what we call the common timeline, wherein both universes were exactly the same before splitting into two parallels. All events happen exactly the same in both, with a single exception which I will point out because it is so incredibly small, six milliseconds to be exact, you wouldn't be able to tell it if you watched both side by side. From there we will follow one timeline to it's completion to see how things turn out for Mike.

After, we'll jump back to the point of divergence and watch the other timeline and see how this miniscule change affects the outcomes in massive ways. Oh and one more note before we start. As you have all paid for the "Learning is Sexy!" erotic learning upgrade, Multiverse Studies LLC has been sure to choose a lesson plan of suitable type. As a reminder, Multiverse Studies LLC assumes no liability for any medical outcomes related to your fitness for sexual experiences. In other words, and some of you may appreciate the irony later, if you have a weak heart, now is the time to get off the ride... So, if no one needs to leave after that warning, then if you will all put on your PPMG, we'll get started.

---Common Timeline---

On a cold winter night, EMT Mike Ryan pulled his rig up at a quiet suburban home in response to an emergency call. Dispatch had relayed very little, just a female caller named Jane who had complained of shortness of breath and dizziness who went silent mid-call. He checked the door, it was unlocked. He entered and dashed up the stairs to the only room with a light on, what turned out to be the second floor bedroom. As he entered the room, he was momentarily halted by what he saw; a gorgeous young woman, somewhere in her twenties, lying unconscious on her bed. Beneath the top sheet, her chest moved in a stilted jerky motion as she gasped for air, making odd noises with each attempt that his experience immediately recognized as agonal breathing. The only other thing he could see from his vantage place in the doorway was one size 8 foot with soft smooth soles and deep purple varnish on the nails sticking out from beneath one end of the sheets, swaying gently with each agonal gasp.

As he regained his composure, he approached the bed and got a better look at the young woman. He could tell by the way the sheets clung to her body the woman was of a middling height (5'8"), had an athletic build with a moderate weight, making her look firm and toned overall, yet curvy and soft in all the right places. The silk sheets draped her figure in a way that left little to the imagination and hinted strongly at her being unclothed beneath. The image left him short of breath. Her long straight brown hair was splayed up over the pillow where she fell unconscious and he could tell it was of a length that cascaded down to the middle of her back in a lustrous wave when she was upright. Moving up toward the head of the bed, he cast a glance at her face. Her bright emerald green eyes, framed by thick lashes, stared half open and unfocused, staring off into the distance. Even in this state, the deep piercing beauty of those eyes sent shivers up Mike's spine.

Swiftly, Mike got to work and removed the sheet, revealing her to indeed be fully nude underneath. Her body lay splayed out in what he assumed was how she fell as she went to get up and suffered this episode, as the position wasn't normal for someone resting in bed. She was twisted to one side at the torso and spread eagle below the waist. Her perky C cup breasts, with their small light pink nipples nestled in the center of large soft smooth areolas, hung leftward with the unnatural curve of her spine. The sight of them sent a jolt through his body as they twitched and bounced ever so slightly with each agonal gasp and involuntarily muscle spasm. Continuing down her smooth soft stomach and past her belly button, a neatly groomed patch of hair that lie above her mound drew Mike's eyes further down to the rest of her perfectly shaven vulva and enticing folds.

Mike had to put effort into taking his gaze off her, as he had no doubts in his mind that she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. He turned back to his pack, opened it, and got out a pack of electrodes. Preparing to hook the woman up to his 3-lead EKG, Mike once more found himself distracted by how her breasts bounced slightly each time she twitched. The movement was hypnotic, like a silent dance that beckoned him come closer. It was only now as he shook off his distraction at her twitching that he took note of the twitching in his own pants, his penis beginning to grow hard. Shaking off the distraction, he attached the electrodes, one just below each clavicle and one left center below the breast. As he connected the wires to her chest, her heart rhythm began to scroll by on the EKG monitor: v-fib.

As Mike lifted her off the bed and onto the floor so he could start resuscitation, the woman's movements stopped entirely. She lay there totally still, her body now completely surrendered to his care. He set her down, grabbed the defibrillator paddles, applied a generous amount of gel, and charged the unit. As he waited for it to charge, he started a round of CPR. With each compression, her voluptuous breasts rocked inward and outward in rhythm with his thrusts. A tone behind him caused him to stop and grab the paddles. Positioning them, one above her right breast and one on the side of her ribs adjacent to her left one, Mike activated the defibrillator. A "ka-thunk" echoed through the room as an invisible force passed through her body, her back arching slightly, raising her off the floor for a brief moment before crashing back down. Mike knew he should probably be ashamed by how much he enjoyed that motion, especially on a pretty woman. As she stilled, there where the paddles had been were two large pools of gel left behind, glistening against her pale ivory skin like two lakes nestled beneath mountainous peaks.

The woman's heartbeat remained absent, the monitor still showing v-fib. He administered an ampule of epi and began his CPR routine, pressing hard on her chest to push life saving oxygenated blood and epi to her quivering heart. With each compression, he took more notice of the sway of her breasts as they jiggled gently with his rhythm, a sight that fueled his resuscitation and engorged his manhood. For the second round of defibrillation, Mike upped the charge to 200J, pressed the paddles to her chest once more and pressed the button. He found himself watching with a mix of fascination and trepidation for every response in her body. This time he noted the gentle waves rippling through her belly when she landed and how her feet curled slightly inward as her body was pushed upward from the shock. As the ripples in her belly stopped, he glanced at the monitor… no change.

Mike continued resuscitation, alternating between CPR and increasing charges of defibrillation—300J the third time around. As with the other shocks, this one sent ripples through her body, causing her breasts to bounce each way violently as if they were fighting in protest and her legs to kick outward as if trying to defend herself from the onslaught he was putting her young body through. With each cycle, Mike found himself more entranced by the movements his actions elicited from her body, arousal building within him, his cock now hard as a rock, pressing insistently on the front of his pants, throbbing ever so slightly.

Finally, after almost 30 minutes, Mike was on the fourth defibrillation, he set the 360J charge, pressed the paddles on her chest and pushed the button. The woman's body jumped up and came back down once more. The line on the EKG shot up, fell back down, and returned to baseline before displaying a sinus rhythm just as the last ripples of motion left her body. She gasped slightly and then her chest rose and fell rhythmically with labored but steady breaths as she began to breath properly again. Mike's hand moved instinctually to confirm a pulse and pressed two fingers against her inner thigh, pressing deep into her thigh (standard procedure) and his pinky ever so slightly against the lips of her vagina (not so standard). Suddenly, as he was distractedly enjoying the warm afterglow of success feeling her pulse slide under his fingers, her eyes fluttered open. She looked around the room in confusion, her gaze going first to the electrodes on her chest, then to his hand in her crotch and then up to him just enough to catch a glimpse of the bulge in his own crotch. Finally, her eyes met his and Mike blushed slightly, tripping over his tongue as he tried to explain to her what was going on.

"I remember," she cut in at a whisper, her voice hoarse and weak, but growing stronger with each word. "calling 911… my heart stopped and you saved my life huh?"

Mike caught his composure and explained better what had happened as he continued checking her femoral pulse long after the need for his hands to be in her groin had ended. She didn't seem to mind though. In fact, after a moment, she bit her lip, a coy smile forming. "I have to ask," she began slowly, then nodded to the bulge in his pants. "Do all EMT's keep their 'defibrillator' charged like that after a rescue is over?". The question was asked with such a sultry and sinful tone that Mike nearly choked, jerking his hand back from her thigh without realizing it.

As the initial shock of the question died off though, a thrill shot through Mike's body as he comprehended the unexpected invitation and he decided to play along and see where this went. "Of course," he stammered as his mind reached for the next part of the euphamism, "Never know when a beautiful young woman will need resuscitated, gotta be ready!". This answer clearly pleased her. She smiled wryly and then teased him, "I think I'm feeling another episode coming on, I might need another shock… maybe you better get it out…". She placed a hand to her left breast as she said this, feigning a pained grip but instead squeezing her breast playfully. Mike had only in his wildest dreams and cheesiest pornos imagined something like this. He did as he was told and dropped his pants, pulling them down slowly so that his underwear caught his primed "defibrillator" and pulled it down with them, releasing it to bounce wildly as they finally moved past. She chuckled sweetly and then reached out to flick it with one finger, watching intently as it bounced again.

He decided it was time to move in before either of them lost their nerve and picked her up, putting her back on the bed, EKG still attached beeping along merrily. Here, kneeling just over her chest, he could see her bright green eyes dilate as she looked him over once more. He decided to keep running with the double entendre. "Gotta be sure to use it safely, needs gel for safe conduction" he said as he reached his hand out towards her magnificent chest, ran his hand through some excess gel from her left side, swiping his hand first up her ribs and then across her breast so that the tip of each finger just barely flicked her nipple. Then Mike reached down with his hand and ran it up and down the length of his throbbing manhood. She stuck her tongue out at him playfully then opened her mouth in a feigned gasp and rolled back her eyes. He could see in her EKG how much she was into this roleplay, the excitement she felt reflected on the monitor—her heart rate increasing steadily.

Mike started by kneeling so that one of his legs was between hers, then pressing the bottom of his thigh gently but firmly into her groin as his gel covered hand started gently playing with her left nipple. He brought his head down towards hers and started kissing down her neck and onto her other breast before running his tongue in gentle circles around her areolas, careful not to touch the nipple, teasing closer each time. The woman moaned softly in response, arching her back and pressing against his touch.

She then returned the favor by reaching up with both hands and rolling his nipples firmly in between her fingers. He realized in that moment he hadn't ever been the recipient of nipple play from a woman before before and found himself surprised at how much he liked it. His 'defibrillator charged' in response, rising in that way only a man understands, as if trying to strain against it's captor. "This woman is unbelievable, she couldn't get any hotter..." he thought to himself, right before she reached up suddenly, grabbed his waist and indicated he should move into position on his back—she climbed on top of him, making it clear she was taking control as she slid down over him.

As he felt her warm, wetness grip his cock, she leaned forward, pressing her breasts into his chest and whispered in his ear, "I'm going to ride you to the beat of this heart you worked so hard to start…" and began to rock back and forth in his lap. And sure enough, as they went this way for the next several minutes, Mike noted that her EKG spiked and beeped with each movement of her supple hips. And oh my god was that hot… he nearly came right then and there, more than once. Each time he barely managed to bite back the orgasm that nearly took him.

But he knew he couldn't keep pushing it down forever and eventually, after letting her cardio fueled bronco ride go on for as long as his willpower could hold back, it became necessary for Mike to change positions to avoid cumming. As Mike grabbed her legs and flipped her over onto her back, he wished he could've let her ride him like that for hours. Here, with her now on her back, Mike's body hovering above hers, he lifted her legs up and once more entered her, determined to make her yearn for him to ride her as much as he did for her.

[Guides Note: Here we have the proverbial "flap of the butterfly's wings". It is here that the divergence was created and I bet you missed it. Don't worry, if we were watching a film, the key moment would've taken up only two frames it was so fast. So what was it? In universe 154923142-Hex-A, the change of positions we just watched takes Mike just six milliseconds less time than in 154923142-Hex-F. Yes, I kid you not, they got back to screwing six thousandths of a second later. Unfortunately, these six milliseconds will have drastic consequences for both of them. But I'm getting ahead of our lesson plan, it takes a few more minutes for this action to result in our divergence, so we'll continue on the shared track for now, events still happening exactly the same (minus the 6ms difference) for now to learn. I'll let you know when the first timeline resolves, and if you pay close attention to it you may be able to guess why those handful of milliseconds become so critical in the second timeline.]

From this angle, he watched her body rock with his thrusts and realized he was totally dumb-struck in this moment- taken by the sort of awe someone who has seen an angel come down from on high is grasped by; Her body, nude but for the 3 large white electrodes, their leads, and a glistening layer of sweat and defibrillator gel covering her whole chest from their play, was rapturous to gaze upon… He was certain this was a dream he would wake from any moment... the single most beautiful woman he'd ever seen lay before him, giving him every lurid sexual dream he'd ever dared to dream of and what's more, things he hadn't even known he'd wanted. She smiled up at him in her own miasma of pleasure, and, noticing his gaze, furrowed her brough inquisitively, to which he simply said, "You are incredible". An impish laugh and two words, "I know", was her only reply. That and to start rocking... hard. The sway of her breasts, the soft moaning of her pleasure, even the way she flexed the soles of her feet in and out as they rocked together was nirvana to Mike. Over the next few minutes, the heat between them built from the comfortable warmth of a glowing fire to the incinerating heat of the sun, building until they both could hold out no longer lest the fire consume them.

[Guides Note: And here we have come to the point where-in our initiating event brings about full divergence from the common ancestor timeline. What follows is two different universes spawned out of that six millisecond difference we witnessed earlier, with wildly different outcomes, every last bit of them resulting entirely from that simple six millisecond delay in changing positions. Let's see how it turns out in Hex-A's timeline. And see if you can guess how those butterfly's wings of 6ms delay will turn into a hurricane in Hex-F.]

--- Universe 154923142-Hex-A Timeline ---

She cried out first, as waves of pleasure rocketed through her body, making her EKG spike to its highest point yet, her rate spiking upwards of 180, her heart pounding in jubilation. He felt the orgasm hit her before he heard it though. Her back arched, pressing her breasts towards him, her nipples once more beckoning, glistening with a thin layer of gel. His mouth reaching out automatically to clamp down and suck on one of her nipples vigorously. Her vaginal muscles clamped around his manhood in response, like a warm, wet vice. Her feet, dangling in the air near his head curled inward, the soles of her dainty feet wrinkling with pleasure as her thighs twitched and spasmed in waves of ecstacy.

Mere seconds later, Mike could no longer hold on, and, feeling an overwhelming sense of triumph, he released the deluge of hot sperm he had been holding back since the minute he laid eyes on this woman, groaning primitively as his 'defibrillator discharged'… he was struck with strong involuntary spasms as he emptied himself inside her, his own eyes rolling back into his head as he touched divinity. He imagined from her perspective it might not look too wildly different from a defibrillation, which somehow made it even hotter.

This orgasm went on for far longer than he'd ever had one go before, and, though in reality it was but a couple minutes, to him it seemed an eternity… he ejaculated so long and so hard he thought he might need resuscitation if it didn't stop soon. They both spasmed and shook together, the electricity of their love-making shaking them each to their core, racing between them, pulling them closer like two charged ions. Their bodies shuddered together one last time as it finally drew to an end, hearts racing in unison as they collapsed into each other, her slick wet breasts pressed into his sweat covered chest, rocking as each of the lovers fought to catch their breath. They lie there for minutes, him still buried inside her, neither the energy nor the desire to remove himself from her warm embrace.

As they lay there panting, Mike couldn't help but smile like an idiot. He hadn't just saved a life today, he realized in that instant, as their eyes locked and a feeling of comfort and safety he'd never felt in his whole life washed over him, that he had found his soul mate. And to his unimaginable joy, he heard her whisper to him, "I'm going to need you to do that to me regularly from now on".

[Guides Note: In the spirit of keeping our trip to a reasonable length, while we think what you have seen already would be enough to illustrate the concepts we are discussing, we want to inform you of the major outcomes in this timeline so that you can appreciate the full gravity of changes in the next. Mike and Jane were indeed soulmates. They got Jane to the hospital after their little bedroom tryst was cleaned up, whereupon it was determined that she had suffered a cardiac arrest from an R-on-T event caused by a conduction issue. This issue could cause fatal arrhythmias almost randomly, needing only for a stressor at just the wrong time or even simple bad luck. The bad conduction pathway was ablated, blocking the bad pathway and curing her cardiac issues in surgery later that day. The two of them rapidly found one another after her release form the hospital, dated, married, and had children. They went on to live happy, fulfilled lives together into very old age. Truly, theirs was one of those storybook type of romances, save for all the hot kinky cardiophile sex, of which there was a lot. So now, let's see what sort of hurricane that flap of the butterfly wings wrought in Hex-F next shall we? If you are paying attention, you may already see the clouds brewing.]

--- Universe 154923142-Hex-F Timeline ---

She cried out first, as the waves of pleasure coursed through the young woman, her eyes rolling back in her head. Mike saw this, thinking it a sign of her intense orgasm, as he closed his eyes to embrace his own. It was in fact, unfortunately, a sign that her heart had begun to falter once more instead. Unbeknownst to Mike, as she reached the peak of her climax, her heart had tripped over another R-on-T misfiring, breaking from its recently restored sinus rhythm and falling again into V-tac. She did not at first notice the changes in her heart as she had so immediately back when her first arrest had started, so deep was she in her own orgasm at this point. But partway through their shared ecstacy, her heart weakened from the ineffective rhythm and moved into pulseless V-tac and ending critical bloodflow to itself.

Her hand shot up to clutch at her left breast instinctively as the pain of the suddenly dying heart tissue gripped her once more. Terror settled over her as she realized what was happening, and she let out a series of stilted gasps and cries as the waves of pain rolled through her. She tried to take refuge from the pain in the fact that she knew, despite only knowing him for a few dozen minutes, that any second her heroic rescuer would take notice and save her once more. But Mike did not respond, so caught up in his own orgasm he was, that he mistook them for cries of ecstasy; the noises of transcendent pleasure, not creeping death. Within a matter of a few seconds, she felt herself grow rapidly weaker, the ecstacy of orgasm extinquished by the horror of her heart failing, darkness intruding on the edges of her vision. By the time she had realized what was happening and that Mike wasn't aware, she was already too weak to get his attention and her hand slipped feebly from the breast it clutched back to the floor at her side as her whole body went limp and consciousness took leave of her. The monitor displaying the rapid peaks of V-tac now degenerated into the chaotic waves of V-fib.

Mike meanwhile was still in the midst of his orgasm, his eyes closed, his body convulsing as he filled her with his torrential release, not knowing that the woman's heart had just stopped beating properly, her body already limp beneath him not from exhaustion but crisis. And unfortunately for them both, this was his magnum opus of orgasms; it lasted minutes, precious time he was completely oblivious to the emergency unfolding beneath him, crucial heart tissue dying all the while. After he finished, he collapsed down on top of her, breathing heavily. It took a moment for realization to dawn upon Mike that she wasn't breathing heavily… or moving… at all really... not even the slight motion needed to breath! He looked up in terror to find V-fib on the EKG. Panic stirred in his chest as he tried to move off of her quickly.

"No… no, no, no," Mike whispered hoarsely as he pulled out of her and started CPR compressions without hesitation. How could be be so stupid that he put her in a second cardiac arrest. "You idiot, you just fucking resuscitated her… oh god…" The second set of compressions came to twenty and he stopped to check her rhythm, the woman's heart quivering uselessly in v-fib. He grabbed the paddles, charged them, and pushed them against her chest. "ka-thunk". Her body moved the same way it had before, though this time Mike found only abject dread in it and no hint of pleasure. Her rhythm remained unchanged after and he hurriedly resumed compressions.

30 minutes went by much as they did during her first code, but this time was different and he could tell it somehow right from the start. After many rounds of CPR, all the cardiac drugs he could give her and three more shocks—150J, 250J, and 300J—she remained in persistent refractory v-fib and Mike could feel his hope dwindling. His hands shook with fear and sadness as he activated defibrillator for the fifth shock, another desperate attempt to restore her heart rhythm in the face of ever dwindling odds. As the defibrillator's "ka-thunk" echoed through the room, Mike clung desperately onto the faintest glimmer of hope that this would work.

But as her body jerked with the 360J charge, he could feel the cold stone settling in his gut before the trace of the EKG had even returned from off the screen where it shot. The EKG changed rhythms this time… flatlining entirely… asystole… He climbed on top of her to give another few rounds of CPR, but Mike knew it was over even as he refused to stop pumping her chest. Some time later, the last of his strength gave out and what would be his the last set of compressions grew weaker and slower, until they stopped mid set. He stared at her still form, her green eyes frozen wide in a look of terror, her chest as still as the heart that no longer beat inside of it, a pallid color settling over her. As he climbed off her, his penis hit the side of his leg with a wet smack. He glanced down at the distraction and beyond it, saw his cum dripping out of her folds and down onto the bed and the side of her leg. It felt like an accusation, as if there to make sure there was no doubt who was to blame for this woman's death. He collapsed.

Tears streamed down Mike's face as he realized that in the midst of his foolish race into their passionate coupling, they had unknowingly set in motion a tragic turn of events. The EMT who once brought life back to her now stood helpless as she slipped away again, this time for good.

[Guides Note: Quite a different ending. All of this, wrought by just a six millisecond delay in the middle of a sexual joyride… Mike would end up losing his job, he fell into alcoholism, and never really recovered. He died young, of complications of his alcoholism, as he tried to drink away the memories of a soul mate he felt he killed. And on that note, we want to thank you again for choosing Multiverse Studies LLC.]

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Are You Sure? A Resus Fantasy

(This is a dark/kinky story I posted years ago on that other site that Tumblr doesn't like us linking to. NSFW)

“Are you sure?” “I'm sure.”

“I've been dreaming about this.”

“Me too.”

Ellen smiled and kissed me. She flipped her long raven black hair out of her face, batted an eyebrow, then reached over and flicked the power on the EKG monitor.

I began to strip out of my street clothes. She grabbed my arms and began to assist. First unbuttoning my shirt, then pulling my t-shirt over my head. Before I could reach for my pants, she pushed me towards the bed next to the monitor. I sat.

She pulled out a packet of EKG tabs, tore them open, and began applying them to my chest one by one. The cool gel at the center of each sent a rush of adrenaline through my system and sped up my heart beat. She connected them to the monitor next to her bed.

71 beats per minute.

Ellen smiled and rubbed at the crotch of my pants.

“Already getting excited, are we?”

I didn't need to answer. She could feel.

“Lay down.”

I obeyed.

“I want to tie you down.”

We had not discussed this.

“Why?” “For me.”

It didn't seem like the biggest concession in the world.

“Okay.”

She reached into the same drawer that had housed her EKG tabs, and produced a set of soft, black rope handcuffs. First she restrained my right wrist to the head board of the bed, then my left.

Running her hand down my body, she unzipped my pants and pulled them down, spending an agonizingly long time slowly rubbing over my hardening cock.

Down to my undershorts, she climbed atop me and kissed me again.

“I'll be back. Don't go anywhere.”

I chuckled.

As she disappeared behind the closed door to her bathroom, I focused on the EKG, reading every one of my heart beats. I'd never fallen into the category of a cardiophile – I was chasing the resus - but in the moment, I found it entrancing.

Minutes passed, and my heart beat slowed. I felt drowsy.

Why was I getting so tired?

65 beats per minute.

60.

55.

50.

Ellen called from the bathroom.

“Almost ready. Don't arrest until I get back.”

Arrest? Again, this is not what we had discussed. She was supposed to stop my heart with the paddles.

I tried to pull at the restraints, but I was too weak.

The door opened.

Ellen had changed some of the ground rules, but she didn't deviate from my requests for her attire

Knee-high patent leather stiletto boots. Fishnet stockings with garters connected to black crotchless panties. A pastel blue corset. Her raven hair pulled back tight. Thick black eyeliner – winged - with smokey eyelids and long, false lashes. Heavy, dark blush. Jet black lips. A tiny diamond stud on her right nostril and a diamond hoop in her septum.

My domantrix doctor.

“How do I look?”

I struggled to get words out.

“Perfect. Am I dying?”

“Yes, but I'm going to bring you back.”

She came to my bedside. God, she was perfect.

“I put something in your drink at dinner. Slow acting. We've still got some time.”

She pulled down my undershorts. My heart was slowing, but my cock was still rock hard.

“Better make sure these are ready to go.”

Ellen produced several syringes from her special drawer. She laid it out next to the defibrillator.

Then she grabbed the paddles.

“I don't know if I want your heart to stop first, or if I want to stop it.”

I tried to speak. I couldn't.

40 beats per minute.

“Lady's choice. First thing's first though.”

She laid her jet black lips to my unresponsive ones, kissing and tugging at them with her teeth. Grinding on my cock.

She eased her hips over me and slid down my shaft.

As she sat on my cock, she leaned over and grabbed the conductive gel. Slathering it on, she then rubbed the pads together and slid them onto my chest.

35 beats per minute.

She started bouncing on my cock.

Harder.

Faster.

30 beats per minute.

She moaned loud.

If my heart had been working properly, I know I would've enjoyed the orgasm more.

She kept working my cock as it dry heaved deep inside her.

“My turn.”

She slid off, and in the smoothest motion I've ever seen, set the defibrillator to charge to 200 joules, placed the paddles on my chest, and shocked me.

For 15 years, I'd wondered if being shocked would feel as good as it looked.

It did.

The electricity tore through me. The sensation was incredible - I felt it in every part of my body. I could hardly contain the pleasure. Like the best orgasm I'd ever had, just moments ago, but multiplied by 50.

My eyes relaxed. They stared straight up. I could no longer move them.

The EKG rang out – asystole.

Ellen put the paddles back in the cradle.

“You're mine now.”

She rubbed the gel over me for another moment, matting it in the hairs on my chest.

I couldn't look, but I could hear – she went back to her drawer.

She re-entered my vision with a straight blade and an ET tube.

Goddamnit, she was amazing – she was going to intubate me.

“I've not intubated anyone in a while – tell me if it hurts.”

Even while I was lying on her bed, clinically dead, she was the funniest woman I'd ever met.

She stroked my cheek lovingly.

I felt the blade go in my mouth and the tube go down inside me. She secured it with a Thomas holder.

Expecting her to start bagging me, she leaned in and wrapped her black lips around the tube and blew in.

I wanted to orgasm again.

She blew in one more time, then nuzzled close to me and nibbled at my ears a bit.

“I have to put a back board under you. CPR is worthless on a soft mattress.”

Out of my vision she went.

She rolled me towards the EKG, so I could see myself flatlining.

The backboard was cold.

“Alright, are you ready?”

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6...

Ellen crushed my heart between my sternum and my spine. I enjoyed it less than the shocks, but I loved watching her tower over me. Her eyes locked to mine. My life completely in her hands.

“Here comes the Epi. This stuff is expensive. Please don't make me use two.”

She slammed the needle into my heart. It stung.

As she pressed the plunger on the syringe, I felt warmth spreading though my torso.

More compressions. Her perfect breasts bounced beneath the cradle of her corset.

She wrapped her lips around my ET tube and blew in two more times.

“Come on. Get that heart shaking for me.”

The warmth of the epi continued to spread, but the flatline tone continued.

More compressions. She seemed more aggressive now.

Still flatline.

“Okay, one more epi. But you have to revive me the next two weekends.”

I think I can manage that.

My chest went from warm to hot.

More compressions. More deep breaths from her black lips.

The tone on the EKG changed.

“Okay my dear, half the battle won. Charging paddles...”

She picked up the pads.

“No sense in dilly-dallying with a low setting. Let's go right to 360 this time, shall we?”

Ellen applied more gel to the still-shiny capacitors.

“Shocking.” BAM! My body took off like a rocket. The hot feeling of the epi gave way to white flame engulfing my body.

The EKG made a different sound. A few beeps..

I felt something in my groin.

“Honey... you just ejaculated again! How...”

Just as quickly as the beeps started, an alarm returned.

“Ugh. Not going to be easy at all, are you? 360 again... shocking!”

BAM!

The alarm went from angry to furious.

“No! No! Don't you do that!”

I knew the sound of a flatline tone.

Ellen climbed back aboard my body and blew two more breaths into my tube, then ran her hands down my cheeks, my throat, before settling on my chest.

Re-interlocking her fingers, she resumed her assault.

1, 2, 3, 4, 5...

For the first time, the edges of my vision went blurry.

Was I dying? Like, not just clinically dying, but dying-dying?

Things got a little darker. Ellen's voice had an echo about it. But the EKG sounded different. V-fib?

“Going again at 360... come back to me!”

BAM!

“Again!”

BAM!

“Goddamn you, again!”

BAM!

Total blackness.

And then my eyes opened.

It was no longer night. Sun shined through the blinds.

A gentle beep, beep, beep from the bedside EKG.

The ET tube was still in, but nothing was connected to it. I was breathing on my own.

I turned my head to the EKG. 67 beats per minute.

I turned my head the other way.

Ellen looked at me lovingly. The dominatrix doctor was gone. Her face was freshly scrubbed. No more smokey eyes or black lips. She had had changed to a flannel pajama top. The clip on septum ring was gone, but she'd kept the diamond nose stud.

She stroked my cheek again. Then she rubbed the jewel glued to her nose.

“I like the nose stud. Should I get a real one?”

I squinted and pointed at the ET tube.

She giggled.

“I had to shock you five times at 360 to get you back.”

I gestured at the ET tube.

She giggled again.

“You want it out? It looks good on you.”

She came out from under the sheets, and climbed atop me again. She leaned in and wrapped her lips around the tube. The first time she blew into it, I was out of sync with her. But the second, third, and fourth were perfect.

She smiled.

“Cough.”

I coughed, and she pulled hard on the tube.

My coughing fit seemed to last forever.

“How did it feel?” I smiled.

“Incredible.”

“How much do you remember?” “Everything.”

She rolled back on top of me and kissed me like the first time she kissed me.

“Next time, it's my turn.”

I pushed her off.

“The next two times. And I have some ideas.”

[get-the-paddles81]

Kenzie’s Cardioversion

*good evening! Since my New Year's story didn't post the way I had hoped, I figured I'd post a different story I had saved. If you're interested in the new years story, I still have the read only link posted. Anyway, enjoy!*

The automatic doors of the emergency department slid open as a paramedic team wheeled Kenzie in on a stretcher. She was propped up, her broad shoulders and thick, sturdy, 5’11 frame making her look larger than life against the narrow confines of the gurney. Her light brown hair was tied back in a ponytail, and her blue eyes darted nervously around the bustling ER. Dr Sarah, the on-call physician, approached with her clipboard, her demeanor calm. Nurse Heather trailed behind, ready for whatever was next.

“Kenzie Cole, 28 years old.” one of the paramedics began, keeping pace with the stretcher. “Fainted at home earlier today, now presenting with severe chest pain, palpitations, and a pinching sensation in the chest. BP’s stable at 118/77, but her heart rate’s been sitting around 130. EKG shows some irregularities we couldn’t immediately identify.” The medic continued, relaying the information.

Kenzie let out a shaky breath and winced as another wave of pain shot through her chest. “It feels like my heart’s tryin’ to jump right outta me!” she said, her southern accent soft yet evident. Dr Sarah placed a hand on Kenzie’s arm to ground her. “We’re going to take good care of you, Kenzie. I just need you to stay calm for me, ok?” Sarah told her patient. “Mhmm…” Kenzie nodded, a hand on her chest. “Let’s get her into Trauma Room two.” Sarah instructed the paramedics, continuing to wheel Kenzie further into the hospital.

Inside the room, the team moved quickly, transferring Kenzie onto the trauma room table as the medics made their way out. “Hey, I need a CBC, BMP, tox screen, d-dimer, cardiac enzyme, and HCG.” Sarah called out to Heather, who sprung into action, getting the necessary equipment for the battery of blood tests just ordered. Sarah then approached the table. “Kenzie, I need you to describe the pain to me again.” Dr. Sarah said, her tone steady. “It’s sharp, like somethin’s pinchin’ me real hard right in here…” Kenzie replied, pressing a hand against her sternum. “And my heart just won’t calm down…” added Kenzie, looking down at her chest. “Alright, let’s start her on a beta-blocker to bring that heart rate down.” Dr. Sarah said to Nurse Heather. Turning back to Kenzie, she added, “Kenzie? We’re running a few blood tests to try and figure out exactly what’s going on. In the meantime, I want you to take slow, deep breaths.” Kenzie nodded, though her eyes remained wide with worry. As the heart monitor beeped steadily in the background, Dr Sarah glanced at the slightly irregular EKG readout, her gut telling her there was more to this case than met the eye.

“How’re you holding up, Kenzie?” Dr. Sarah asked, glancing at the EKG monitor again. Kenzie gave a small, nervous smile. “I’m alright... Just wish my chest would stop feelin’ like this...” The patient answered. “We’re going to figure everything out.” Dr. Sarah reassured her. “First, let’s get a chest X-ray to see if there’s anything structural going on. Nurse Heather, will make it quick.” The cute, nerdy redheaded doctor continued. While Heather stepped aside to arrange the portable X-ray, Dr Sarah continued her examination, carefully pressing along Kenzie’s chest and ribcage. “Any pain when I press here?” inquired Sarah. Kenzie shook her head. “No, ma’am. The pain’s deeper, like… it’s on the inside.” Kenzie answered. Just then, Nurse Heather returned, wheeling the portable X-ray machine closer to the table. “Alright, Kenzie, I’m going to need you to sit up straight for me and hold your breath for a second.” Heather said as she positioned the X-ray plate behind Kenzie. As Heather worked, Kenzie tried to distract herself from the discomfort. “Y’all don’t sound like you’re from Tennessee, huh?” she remarked, her soft drawl making Heather smile. “Nope, born and raised in Virginia, but moved here after I got out of nursing school. “What about you?” Heather continued. “Tennessee through and through.” Kenzie said with a small laugh. “I grew up in Chattanooga. Moved here for work a couple years back. Still ain’t used to the winters, though!” The patient continued. Dr. Sarah chuckled. “Can’t blame you there. I’ve lived here my whole life, and I still complain about the snow every year.”

Heather stepped back and nodded. “All done here. It’ll take a second to get the x ray processed.”

Kenzie leaned back with a relieved sigh. “Thanks, y’all. I appreciate it.” Sarah smiled for a second “of course Kenzie, that’s what we’re here for!”

As they waited for the results, Nurse Heather took a seat beside Kenzie on a stool. “So, Chattanooga, huh? What brought you here again?” asked the young nurse. “Oh, a job offer I couldn’t turn down.” Kenzie explained. “It’s a big change, but I figured it was worth a shot. Didn’t think I’d end up in an ER like this, though.” Kenzie went on, looking down at her chest again, eyeing the wires and EKG electrodes stuck onto her. “Most people don’t, but I promise, we’ll get this sorted out.” Dr. Sarah said, pulling a chair over to review her notes.

Minutes later, the X-ray results popped up on the screen. Dr. Sarah leaned in, her brow furrowing as she examined them. “Well, it’s clear…” she said, a mix of relief and confusion in her voice. “No structural issues, no signs of fluid or anything else abnormal.” Sarah shook her head. Kenzie looked between Dr. Sarah and Nurse Heather, her expression turning more worried. “So… what now? Is that good or bad?” the patient asked. “Now, we have to dig deeper.” Dr. Sarah said with a reassuring smile. “We’ll probably order an echocardiogram. It just means we have to keep investigating. Don’t worry- we’ll get to the bottom of this, we always do sooner or later.” Sarah reassured. Kenzie nodded, though the uncertainty lingered in her blue eyes. She leaned back against the table, her accent softening as she murmured, “I sure hope so, Doc. I don’t like this one bit…” Dr. Sarah gave her arm a comforting squeeze before stepping out to confer with the team about the next steps.

A short time later, the portable echocardiogram machine was rolled into the room, and Dr. Sarah and Nurse Heather began preparing Kenzie for the next round of testing. Kenzie lay back on the table, her wavy, light brown hair cascading over the bed, and her blue eyes fixated on the machine. “We’re going to take a closer look at your heart, ok Kenzie?” Dr. Sarah explained, snapping on a pair of gloves. “This ultrasound will help us see how it’s functioning and if there are any structural abnormalities we couldn’t pick up on the X-ray.” Dr Sarah continued explaining. Kenzie nodded, her tan complexion slightly flushed, whether from nervousness or her condition was unclear. “I ain’t ever seen my heart before… Kinda strange to think I’m about to.” she said, her southern accent softening her words. “Most people haven’t. It’s pretty amazing, though- watching the heart work in real time.” Dr Sarah smiled. Heather applied a cool gel to Kenzie’s chest, and she flinched slightly. “Sorry, I know it’s a bit chilly.” Heather said with a grin, adjusting the probe as Kenzie relaxed. As Dr. Sarah began moving the probe across Kenzie’s chest, an image of her heart flickered onto the monitor. Kenzie’s eyes widened in curiosity. “That’s my heart?!” she asked, her voice tinged with awe. “Yep, that’s your heart, Kenzie.” Dr. Sarah confirmed, her attention divided between Kenzie and the screen. “Right now, we’re looking at the left ventricle- the part that pumps oxygenated blood to the rest of your body.” Explained the doctor, pointing to the screen with one hand. Kenzie’s gaze didn’t waver from the monitor. The rhythmic contraction of her heart was oddly mesmerizing to her- a tiny engine working tirelessly to keep her alive. “It’s kinda beautiful, ain’t it?” she murmured, a smirk on her face. “Never thought about it like that before.” Heather chuckled. “Most people don’t until they see it. It’s pretty remarkable.” Chimed in Dr Sarah, eyeing the ultrasound monitor. Dr. Sarah adjusted the probe, capturing different angles of Kenzie’s heart. The sound of the doppler flow filled the room, a rapid whooshing noise that matched the quick rhythm of her pulse. “Looks like it’s workin kinda hard.” Kenzie commented, her tone a mix of fascination and concern. “It definitely is.” Dr. Sarah said, her eyes narrowing slightly as she examined the images on the screen. “Your heart’s pumping well, but it’s moving faster than it should be. No obvious structural issues so far, which is good, but we’ll have to keep looking.” Sarah explained to the her patient. Kenzie’s curiosity didn’t waver. “Can y’all keep that thang over my chest for a another second? I just wanna look at my heart a little longer!” asked Kenzie, her tone oddly excited. Sarah shrugged, “why not.” Kenzie’s blue eyes lingered on the screen a moment longer, watching the steady rhythm of her heart. “It’s wild, y’all…” she said quietly. “That thing’s been beatin’ inside me since before I was even born. Never really gave it much thought ‘til now…” Kenzie thought out loud. Dr. Sarah gave Kenzie an encouraging nod. “You’re right- it is amazing. And it’s going to keep going while we figure this out! One step at a time.”

A little while later, there were still no answers. Sarah glanced at the monitor- Kenzie’s heart rate was climbing, and her EKG was shifting into a more worrisome rhythm. “Still no labs?” Dr. Sarah asked Nurse Heather, her tone sharp with urgency. “They’re backed up in the lab. I’ve called twice, but they’re swamped.” Heather shook her head, frustration etched across her face. “Alright, let’s focus on what we can do. For now, we’ll manage her symptoms and keep her stable until we get some answers.” Dr. Sarah shook her head. Kenzie, who had been lying quietly on the table, suddenly grimaced and pressed her hand to her chest. “It’s getting’ worse, Doc!” she said, her voice strained. “Feels like my heart’s ‘bout to burst…” Her eyes pinched shut for a second. Dr. Sarah sprung into action and stepped to her side immediately. “Dizzy? Short of breath?” asked the doctor. Kenzie nodded weakly. “Both! It’s like my chest is getting squeezed, and my head’s floatin’ away.” Explained Kenzie.

The monitor let out a louder beep, catching everyone’s attention. Dr. Sarah’s eyes snapped to the screen, where the EKG now showed a concerning pattern: stable ventricular tachycardia. Kenzie’s heart was beating dangerously fast, and the rhythm had taken on an ominously irregular look. “She’s in stable v-tach.” Dr. Sarah observed, her tone calm but urgent. “We need to start chemical cardioversion now. Heather, get me an IV push of amiodarone.” The doctor called out. Heather nodded and hurried to prepare the medication while Dr Sarah leaned over Kenzie. “Kenzie, your heart’s beating too fast, and we need to slow it down. We’re going to give you a medication that should help. You might feel a little strange when we do this, but we’re keeping a close eye on you.” Dr Sarah explained. Kenzie’s blue eyes were wide with fear, but she nodded. “Okay… just… just don’t let me die, alright?” Kenzie answered. Dr. Sarah squeezed her hand. “You’re in good hands. I promise.”

Heather returned with the syringe and began administering the amiodarone through Kenzie’s IV. Dr. Sarah kept a close eye on the monitor, watching for any sign of improvement. “Take slow, deep breaths, Kenzie.” Dr. Sarah instructed. “In through your nose, out through your mouth. That’s it. Stay with me.” Continued Dr Sarah. Kenzie closed her eyes briefly, her tan complexion now pale. The chest pain was unbearable, but she focused on her breathing, trusting the team around her.

Dr. Sarah kept her eyes glued to the monitor as the amiodarone infusion ran through Kenzie’s IV. The jagged peaks of the EKG line showed no signs of calming, the ventricular tachycardia holding steady. She glanced down at Kenzie, who was visibly struggling. Kenzie’s breaths came quicker now, shallow and labored, her hand gripping the thin blanket tightly. She moaned softly, her face contorted in pain, tears brimming in her wide blue eyes. “Doc… it’s not workin’..,” she uttered, her voice trembling. “It’s getting’ worse. Somethin’ ain’t just ain’t right…” Kenzie shook her head. Dr. Sarah placed a reassuring hand on Kenzie’s arm, though her own heart sank at the sight of the monitor. “I know, Kenzie. We see it. We’re not giving up- just hang in there a little longer for me, okay? We’ll get this under control.” Soothed Dr Sarah. Kenzie turned her head slightly, tears slipping down her cheeks as she winced again. “It hurts so bad…” she moaned, pressing a hand to her chest. “It feels like somethin’ inside’s about to explode!” her voice wobbled. Nurse Heather returned to the bedside, her expression a mix of calm professionalism and urgency. “Vitals are holding, but her heart rate is still climbing-160 and rising. BP’s 124 over 78, but I don’t like how pale she’s getting.” Heather called out. Dr. Sarah nodded, her mind racing. “We need to stabilize her before this escalates. Prepare for synchronized cardioversion. Let’s get the defibrillator ready and explain the process to Kenzie.” Sarah told Heather.

Heather moved swiftly to grab the defibrillator pads while Dr. Sarah knelt by Kenzie’s bedside. “Kenzie, we’re going to try another method to get your heart back to a normal rhythm.” she said, her tone calm but firm. “It’s called synchronized cardioversion. It’s a quick electrical shock, but we’ll give you something to make you comfortable beforehand. This is the next step we need to take.” Explained Dr Sarah. Kenzie’s eyes widened with fear, her chest rising and falling rapidly. “Shock me?!” she asked, her voice breaking. “You’re gonna shock me?! But my heart’s still beatin!” Kenzie asked, trying to make sense of what was about to happen. Dr. Sarah nodded, her expression softening. “I know it sounds scary, but it’s controlled, and it’s necessary. Right now, your heart’s working too hard, and we need to help it reset. We’ll give you medication to relax you first- you won’t feel a thing.” Sarah tried to reassure. Dr. Sarah took a deep breath, bracing herself as she crouched next to Kenzie. The young woman’s fear was palpable, her tear-streaked face turned toward the ceiling as her chest heaved with rapid, shallow breaths. “No, no, no!” Kenzie sobbed, shaking her head. “You can’t shock me while my heart’s still beatin’! That ain’t right! Please don’t do this to me!” resisted Kenzie. “Kenzie, I know this is scary.” Sarah began, her voice calm but firm. “I need you to listen to me, okay? Your heart’s in a dangerous rhythm. If we don’t intervene now, it could get way worse- this procedure will help your heart reset before that happens.” Sarah went on. Kenzie’s sobs grew louder, her hands clutching at the thin blanket draped underneath her. “But it’s beatin’! My heart’s still beatin’! Y’all don’t need to shock me! Please don’t do this!” Kenzie continued to resist. Nurse Heather moved closer, her voice gentle but steady. “Kenzie, I know this sounds terrifying, but synchronized cardioversion is different. It’s not like the shocks you see on TV during a code. We’re going to time it carefully with your heartbeat to reset your rhythm. You’ll be relaxed, and it’ll be over in seconds.” Heather chimed in. Kenzie turned her tearful gaze to Heather, her body trembling. “You promise I won’t feel it?” asked Kenzie nervously. “You won’t feel a thing, and we’ll be right here the whole time, keeping you safe. Heather assured her. Kenzie sniffled, her sobs beginning to subside as she processed their words. She wiped at her face with the back of her hand, her breathing still uneven. “Alright…” she whispered shakily. “Alright, I’ll let y’all do it… but please… just get it over with so I’ll be alright.” Consented Kenzie. Heather nodded and began setting up the defibrillator, moving with practiced efficiency. “We’ll take good care of you, Kenzie. You’re doing great.” Smiled Heather.

As Heather peeled the adhesive backing off the defibrillator pads, she glanced at Dr. Sarah. “I’ll place these while you give her something to calm her down.”, to which Sarah nodded. Dr. Sarah met Kenzie’s gaze, offering a reassuring smile. “The procedure will be quick, and complications from this are very rare. You’re in good hands.” Sarah told her patient. Kenzie sniffled again, her tears still flowing but her demeanor more composed. She shivered slightly as Heather placed the first pad on her upper chest, the cool adhesive making her flinch. “Almost there, Kenzie.” Heather said softly, placing the second pad below Kenzie’s left ribcage. Kenzie nodded weakly, her voice barely above a whisper. “Please… just make me better…” Sarah rested a hand gently on Kenzie’s arm, squeezing it lightly. “We’re going to take care of you, Kenzie. Just relax- we’ll handle the rest.” Reassured Sarah. Kenzie nodded again, her blue eyes fluttering shut, though a single tear slipped down her cheek. “Okay…” she murmured.

As Sarah administered the medication and synchronized the defibrillator, a quiet settled over the room. The hum of the monitor and the faint rustle of equipment were the only sounds. The defibrillator began to hum, a low, rising tone that sent a fresh wave of fear through Kenzie. She moaned softly, her body tensing in nervous anticipation. “I can hear it…” she whimpered, her voice trembling. “Oh God, I don’t wanna do this again…” Kenzie thought to herself. Dr. Sarah leaned in, keeping her tone calm but firm. “Kenzie, I know this is hard, but you’re doing great. Just stay as still as you can, okay? We’re going to try the first shock now. It’ll be quick.”

Kenzie nodded shakily, her hands gripping the edges of the table. “Alright…” she whispered, barely audible “Clear!” Sarah called, ensuring everyone had stepped back before pressing the button. Kenzie’s body jolted briefly as the shock coursed through her. “Ooooo!” she grimaced, her face contorting in discomfort. As the jolt passed, she exhaled sharply, her chest heaving. “That’s… that’s it?” she asked breathlessly, blinking back tears.

Heather leaned over the monitor, scanning the EKG. The jagged, rapid peaks of ventricular tachycardia remained stubbornly unchanged. “No change,” Heather announced, her tone clipped and professional. Sarah’s face tightened, but she quickly masked her concern. She stepped back to Kenzie’s side, crouching slightly to meet her gaze. “Kenzie, I need you to listen to me.” she said gently. “The first shock didn’t work, so we’re going to try again. This happens sometimes. It can take more than one attempt to reset your heart.” Sarah reassured. Kenzie’s blue eyes widened, and fresh tears spilled down her cheeks. “Again?!” she groaned, shaking her head. “You mean y’all have to shock me again?!” Kenzie’s voice wobbled. “I know it’s not what you wanted to hear.” Sarah replied, her voice steady but compassionate. Kenzie sniffled, her bottom lip trembling as she tried to compose herself. “Alright… just… just do it. I can’t take too much more of this...” she whispered hoarsely. Heather gave Kenzie’s hand a reassuring squeeze. “You’re strong, Kenzie. We’ll get you through this.” Promised Heather. Sarah turned back to the defibrillator, resetting it for another shock. The hum of charging electricity filled the room once more, and Kenzie squeezed her eyes shut, bracing herself. Sarah’s finger hovered over the controls. Kenzie braced for what was to come, unaware of how much her fight to survive would leave an indelible mark on everyone in the room.

The defibrillator charged again, the rising, electrical hum filling the room with a sense of tension. Sarah glanced at the monitor, the jagged peaks of Kenzie’s arrhythmia still unchanged. “Kenzie, we’re going to try another shock, okay? This one might do the trick.” Sarah eyed Kenzie for a moment. Kenzie barely nodded, her lips trembling as fresh tears streamed down her face. “Please… just make it stop…” she begged, her voice cracking. “Clear!” Sarah called. “AHHH!” Kenzie cried out in pain as the second shock hit her. Her body arched slightly off the table, her large frame twitching involuntarily before falling back against the table. Her breathing was heavy, and she clutched at the sides of the stretcher, her knuckles white.

Heather scanned the monitor. “Still in v-tach…” she reported grimly. Sarah sighed and crouched down next to Kenzie again. “Kenzie, I know this is hard, but we need to try again. I’m going to deliver a third shock. You’re doing so well- just one more try.” Sarah held Kenzie’s hand for a second. Kenzie moaned, shaking her head as her sobs grew louder. “No… no… I can’t do this anymore! Please, y’all, stop! I can’t take it!” she cried, her voice breaking. Heather leaned closer, her tone soft but insistent. “Kenzie, I know it hurts, but we’re trying to save your life. Just hold on a little longer and we’ll get through this together.” Reassured Heather. Kenzie couldn’t speak, her cries turning into gasping sobs. Sarah nodded at Heather, her expression resolute. “Charging…” Sarah said, her voice steady despite the tension in the room. “Clear!”

Kenzie let out a piercing scream as the third shock dashed through her. Her 5’11 frame twitched violently on the table, her legs briefly lifting off the bed. She collapsed back with a loud yelp, clutching her chest as tears streamed down her face. Heather’s eyes remained on the monitor, her expression tight. “Still no conversion, Sarah.” she said quietly. Sarah hesitated for only a moment before addressing Kenzie again. “Kenzie, I’m so sorry, but we need to deliver one more shock. This could be the one that works.” Sarah gently strokes Kenzie’s hair for a second. Kenzie’s head snapped up, her tear-streaked face a mask of anguish. “NO!” she screamed, her voice raw and trembling. “Y’all better not shock me again! I can’t! No more!” she resisted. She clutched at her chest, sobbing uncontrollably as the sound of the defibrillator charging filled the air once more. The hum grew louder, relentless, as Sarah and Heather exchanged a quick glance, each understanding the weight of the moment. Sarah crouched down again, her voice as soothing as she could make it despite the chaos. “Kenzie, I know you’re scared. I know this is hard. But we have to keep trying. You’re stronger than this- you can do it.” Kenzie shook her head frantically, her sobs wracking her entire frame. “No… no more… please…” she whimpered, but the charge was ready, and time was running out.

“Clear!” Sarah called as the defibrillator delivered its next shock. Kenzie’s body jolted violently again, her toes curling involuntarily at the end of the stretcher. Her large, size 13 feet tensed up hard, exposing the soft, thick wrinkles in her soles, and the faint sheen of her white toenail polish glinted under the fluorescent lights. She let out a sharp cry as the electrical current coursed through her, her frame trembling before collapsing back onto the table. Heather’s eyes remained glued to the monitor, her heart sinking as the v-tach persisted. “Kenzie?” Heather leaned over, her tone calm, trying to mask her growing concern. “We’re going to shock again, okay? We’re not giving up.” Heather explained. “NO!” Kenzie sobbed, her voice trembling with terror. Tears streamed down her face as she gripped Heather’s hand tightly, her fingers digging in. “No more, please… I don’t wanna die. I don’t wanna die!” Her voice cracked, raw with desperation. “I’m so scared!” Sobbed Kenzie.

Heather gave Kenzie’s hand a reassuring squeeze, locking eyes with her. “Kenzie, listen to me.” she said, her voice steady and soothing despite the chaos. “You’re not going to die. We’re going to fix this. You’ve been so strong- we’re not giving up on you.” Heather told her patient. Kenzie sniffled, her sobs growing quieter but no less heart-wrenching. She nodded faintly, her chest heaving with uneven breaths. “Okay… Just… just help me…” she uttered, her voice barely audible. Heather brushed a strand of light brown hair from Kenzie’s forehead. “We will.” she promised softly, even though deep down, she couldn’t shake the growing ominous feeling in her chest. The sound of the defib pads charging up filled the air again, rising in pitch. Time was running out, and the unrelenting rhythm on the monitor told a story none of them wanted to face.

“Clear!” Sarah’s voice rang out as she pressed the button to deliver another shock. Kenzie’s body tensed violently, her busty chest thrusting forwards as the current surged through her. “AHHH!” she yelped loudly, the sound echoing through the trauma room. Her hand shot to her chest, clutching it tightly as if trying to shield herself from the pain. Her tear-filled blue eyes darted between Sarah and Heather, no longer seeing the compassionate caregivers who had reassured her moments ago. Instead, her gaze was filled with fear and betrayal, as if she were staring at two torturers. Kenzie gasped heavily, her breaths labored and erratic. “I… I can’t… I…” Her words broke into a series of hyperventilated sobs. Her eyes dropped to her chest, her face growing increasingly pale. She started taking deep, dramatic gasps, her whole body shaking. “Kenzie, stay with us!” Heather urged, moving closer and resting a hand on her shoulder. “You’re okay. Just breathe with me- slow breaths in and out.” Heather continued. Sarah leaned over the monitor, watching her vitals closely. “Kenzie, we need you to stay strong for us, ok?” she added, her voice steady with subtle worry. But Kenzie didn’t respond. Her gasps grew shallower and slower until her eyes glazed over, staring blankly at the ceiling. Her body slumped back onto the table as her muscles went limp. “She’s unresponsive!” Heather called out, moving quickly to check for a pulse. “Crap. Start bagging her!” Sarah instructed, her own heart racing as she glanced at the monitor. Kenzie’s heart rhythm had degraded further. “Get the crash cart back over here! We need to act now!” Yelled Sarah.

“Heather, let’s move!” Sarah commanded, her voice sharp as the team sprang into action. Heather immediately lowered the bed and positioned herself beside Kenzie. Grabbing a pair of trauma shears, she snipped through the fabric of Kenzie’s bra in one swift motion, exposing her chest and large, natural breasts. She interlaced her fingers and placed her hands in the center of Kenzie’s chest, beginning firm, rhythmic compressions. Heather’s compressions, steady and precise, caused Kenzie’s body to shift slightly with each push. The sound of her effort filled the room, accompanied by the steady beeping of the monitor. “Come on, Kenzie, don’t do this…” Heather muttered under her breath as she worked tirelessly on Kenzie.

At the head of the bed, Sarah was laser focused on securing Kenzie’s airway. With practiced efficiency, she opened the intubation kit and inserted the laryngoscope into Kenzie’s mouth, maneuvering it carefully to visualize her vocal cords. Her own breath hitched for a moment as she caught sight of Kenzie’s wide, lifeless blue eyes staring blankly up at her. It was an eerie sight, as though Kenzie was silently witnessing the scene around her. “Tube ready.” Sarah said, sliding the 8.0 endotracheal tube smoothly into place. She secured it with one hand while quickly inflating the cuff with the other. “I’ll start bagging.” Sarah called out, attaching the ambu bag after taping the tube in place. The rise and fall of Kenzie’s chest with each squeeze provided a slight glimmer of hope amid the urgency. “Pulse check!” Heather called after completing her cycle of compressions, her face flushed. Sarah leaned over, her fingers pressing against Kenzie’s carotid artery. She shook her head. “Still no pulse. Resume compressions.” She instructed. Heather nodded and immediately began another round, her hands pressing deeply into Kenzie’s sternum. Each compression caused a ripple through Kenzie’s body, her large frame shifting around. Kenzie’s chest caved in hard, her large breasts juggling around in sync with each individual compression. Kenzie’s belly rippled out as Heather continued pumping away at her chest. “Epinephrine, one milligram, IV push.” Sarah ordered, not taking her eyes off the monitor. Sarah got the medication ready, and administered it into Kenzie’s IV line. “Let’s prep for another shock, she’s not converting.” she added, the tension in her voice rising. “Charging to 200 joules. Everyone clear!” shouted Sarah. Heather momentarily stepped back, lifting her hands off Kenzie’s chest as Sarah delivered the shock. Kenzie’s body jerked sharply on the table, her arms and legs twitching before falling limp once again. “Resume compressions.” Sarah ordered, her tone resolute. Heather immediately leaned back over Kenzie, resuming the relentless compressions, her hands pressing into Kenzie’s sternum with tremendous force.

Heather positioned her gloved hands firmly on Kenzie’s chest, her fingers interlocked and arms locked straight. With each forceful compression, Kenzie’s body shifted on the table, her chest visibly caving under the violent pressure. “five, six, seven…” Heather silently counted in her head as she delivered deep, rhythmic compressions. The monitor beeped steadily with no signs of improvement, the jagged waves of ventricular fibrillation mocking the duo’s efforts. After two minutes of relentless CPR, Sarah glanced up. “Okay, everyone, . Charging to 300 joules.” Sarah called out as Heather backed away from the patient. Heather stepped back, wiping her forehead with the back of her hand as the defibrillator charged. The hum of the machine filled the room, a sound that made everyone hold their breath. “CLEAR!” Sarah pressed the button, releasing the shock. Kenzie’s body flopped violently on the trauma room table, her head rolling slightly to one side as the electricity coursed through her. A sharp, guttural gasp escaped her lips- a reflexive response to the shock rather than a sign of life. Heather’s eyes flicked to the monitor. No change. The unrelenting v-fib pattern still dominated the screen. Sarah sighed heavily, her voice steady but tinged with frustration. “Still in v-fib. Resume compressions.” Sarah shook her head. Heather immediately moved back into position, pressing her hands against Kenzie’s chest once more. The force of each compression sent ripples through Kenzie’s sturdy, motionless frame, her pale skin glistening under the harsh overhead lights. “Come on, Kenzie…” Heather murmured under her breath, her voice almost pleading.

Heather’s hands moved mechanically as she continued chest compressions, but her mind was a whirlwind of emotions. Just a short while ago, Kenzie had been laughing nervously, chatting about her home in Tennessee, her southern accent adding a charming warmth to the conversation. Now, that same vibrant young woman lay motionless beneath her hands, her life slipping further away with each compression. “She was fine… she was fine…” Heather muttered under her breath, her voice barely audible over the whoosh of the ambu bag and the occasional beeps of the monitor. Her jaw clenched as she fought back a wave of frustration and helplessness, tears threatening to blur the young nurse’s vision.

At the head of the bed, Sarah worked diligently, her gloved hands adjusting the ambu bag between compressions to ensure Kenzie’s lungs were properly inflated. But her focus was fractured, her thoughts gnawing at her composure. “Did I miss something?” Sarah’s mind replayed the entire case like a film on fast-forward. Kenzie’s EKG abnormalities, the unsuccessful cardioversion attempts, the worsening symptoms. Had there been a sign- something subtle, that she’d overlooked? “She trusted us…” Sarah whispered, the weight of responsibility settling heavily on her chest. Her voice was so low that no one else heard it. She swallowed hard, pushing the guilt aside as best she could. There was no time for self-incrimination. Heather’s voice broke through the tense silence. “Another two minutes of compressions done.” she announced hoarsely, stepping back as Sarah moved to check the rhythm. The monitor still displayed the chaotic, disorganized waves of v-fib. Sarah closed her eyes briefly, forcing herself to take a deep breath. She had to stay strong for both Heather and Kenzie. “We’ll go another round,” Sarah said, her tone firm but betraying the faintest tremor of weariness. Heather nodded, stepping back into position, but she couldn’t shake the haunting image of Kenzie’s wide, terrified eyes as she begged them not to shock her again. Heather’s heart ached as she resumed compressions, the repetitive motion a grim reminder of how fragile life truly was. During this cycle of compressions, the air in the room grew heavier, the emotional strain palpable. Despite their best efforts, the team felt the creeping despair of a battle they feared they might lose.

Heather’s hands returned to Kenzie’s chest without hesitation, delivering powerful, forceful compressions. Each downward thrust sent subtle ripples through Kenzie’s thick, sturdy frame, a stark contrast between her strong build and her fragile condition unnerving to the team. “Charging to 360.” Sarah announced, her voice steady despite the hectic battle ensuing in the room. The defibrillator’s high pitched whine filled the air as it prepared for the next shock. “Clear!” Sarah called, stepping back as Heather moved aside. The shock was delivered, and Kenzie’s body arched slightly, her feet kicking up reflexively at the end of the table. Less than a second later, her feet plopped back down unceremoniously, her large feet landing with a soft thud, the deep, wide, prominent wrinkles in her soles on full display. Despite the dramatic response, the monitor’s display remained unchanged, with v-fib continuing to display. Heather let out a shaky breath, immediately resuming compressions. “Come on, Kenzie…” she murmured, her voice a mixture of determination and desperation as she continued to press into Kenzie’s bare chest. “Pushing another dose of epi.” Dr Sarah called out, her focus unwavering.

“Let’s prepare for another round.” Sarah instructed, glancing briefly at the clock. The code had been ongoing for several minutes, but she refused to give up just yet. Heather maintained the cycle of compressions, sweat beginning to bead on her forehead as she worked tirelessly to sustain circulation. The team worked in near-perfect synchronization, their actions precise and deliberate. “Hold compressions, Heather.” Sarah said, reaching for the defibrillator controls. The pads were once again recharged to 360 joules as Heather stepped back from the table. “CLEAR!”

The next shock was delivered, the current visibly jolting Kenzie’s body once more. Her arms shifted slightly, and her chest rose briefly before settling back down, but the monitor’s erratic waves refused to stabilize. “No change.” the nurse confirmed solemnly. Sarah clenched her jaw, her mind racing through the remaining options. “Resume compressions.” she ordered. Heather obliged without hesitation, her hands returning to their task as Sarah began to strategize the next steps.

The atmosphere in the trauma room grew heavier with each passing minute. The monotony of the code-compressions, medications, shocks- was relentless, each cycle blurring into the next. The monitor stubbornly displayed the chaotic, disorganized rhythm of ventricular fibrillation, its jagged peaks a grim reminder of Kenzie’s condition. Heather’s movements remained methodical, but her exhaustion was evident in the faint tremble of her arms as she pushed down on Kenzie’s chest. “Come on… come on Kenzie…” she whispered, more to herself than anyone else. She fought the mounting dread gnawing at her, unwilling to accept the thought that their efforts might be in vain. “Another dose of amiodarone in.” Sarah informed Nurse Heather, her voice sharp despite the weight in her chest. She wiped her brow with the back of her glove, glancing at the clock on the wall. The minutes ticked by with an almost mocking speed, the relentless pace of time a cruel contrast to the stagnant rhythm on the monitor. “We need to shock. Charging to 360 again.” Sarah said, her voice steady but her stomach twisting. Heather stepped back as the defibrillator charged, the familiar high pitched whine filling the room like a warning bell of sorts. “CLEAR!” Sarah called, pressing the button. Kenzie’s thick body twitched slightly, her head tilting back as the shock coursed through her, but the monitor remained unchanged. “No response.” the nurse said quietly, avoiding eye contact with anyone in the room. Heather stepped back into position, her hands returning to Kenzie’s chest. Her compressions were just as strong as the first cycle, but the emotional toll was starting to show. Heather avoided looking at Kenzie’s face at all costs, the sight of her lifeless eyes too much to bear. “We’re going to shock again, pushing another dose of epi and atropine first.” Sarah decided, almost her voice almost mechanical, as if detaching herself emotionally could shield her from the growing sense of failure. She caught herself glancing at Kenzie’s face, the memory of her vibrant personality from earlier flashing in her mind. The dread in Sarah’s gut turned into a cold knot. The duo continued, but the energy in the room was shifting. The once vivid determination had given way to a quiet desperation, each team member acutely aware that they were likely fighting a losing battle.

Trauma room two was filled with the incessant beeping of the monitor and the rhythmic thumping of Heather’s compressions. Kenzie’s body shuddered under Heather’s strong hands, her chest rising and falling with the brute force. “Charging to 360.” Sarah said again, her voice strained but composed as she prepared for yet another shock. The defibs whined as it powered up. “CLEAR.” Sarah called. Heather stepped back, her hands hovering as the shock was delivered. Kenzie’s body tensed, her head tilting slightly, and a faint, involuntary moan escaped her lips- a reflex, nothing more. Heather immediately resumed compressions, but the monitor showed no change. V-fib stubbornly persisted, as deadly and unrelenting as it had been since the start of the code.

Minutes blurred together, each one a cruel thief of hope. Heather kept going, her hands now aching with fatigue, her breaths short and heavy. At the head of the bed, Sarah leaned over Kenzie’s face, shining a pen light into her wide, unblinking eyes. Kenzie’s head bobbed slightly with each compression, her lifeless gaze fixed on nothing. Sarah straightened up, exhaling sharply as she slid the pen light back into her scrub pocket. “Pupils fixed and dilated.” she announced quietly, her tone edged with defeat. She checked the clock on the wall. “Kenzie’s been down for 35 minutes, still in v-fib.” Continued Sarah. Heather hesitated, her movements faltering for the first time. She stopped compressions, her hands lingering on Kenzie’s chest before she finally stepped back, her lips pressed into a thin line. The room fell silent except for the relentless alarm of the heart monitor, the jagged peaks of v-fib still mocking the duo’s efforts. Sarah scanned the room for a moment, before looking at Heather, her own face a mask of exhaustion and guilt. Finally, she drew a deep breath and made the dreaded announcement, “Time of death… 14:47…”

The words hung In the air, heavy and final. Heather swallowed hard, her hands clenched at her sides as she stared at Kenzie’s lifeless form. For a moment, no one moved. “Let’s clean her up…” Sarah said softly, breaking the silence. The room was somber as the team began the grim process of postmortem care. Dr. Sarah remained at the head of the bed, her movements mechanical as she detached the ambu bag from the ET tube, setting it aside. Her fingers lingered briefly on the monitor before she reached for the power. button, silencing the alarm that had marked every failed moment of the code. Heather worked delicately at Kenzie’s side, removing the IV lines from her arms and disconnecting the EKG wires. She peeled off the defib pads from Kenzie’s chest, each movement feeling heavier than the last. Her eyes darted to Kenzie’s face- a face frozen in its final, terrified expression. Kenzie’s wide, unblinking blue eyes stared blankly at the ceiling, a hauntingly beautiful stillness overtaking her features. The ET tube remained in place, its end hanging awkwardly out of her mouth, brushing lightly against her pale lips. Heather’s throat tightened at the sight of the death stare, a memory she knew would be impossible to erase.

Sarah filled out a toe tag, her pen scratching softly against the paper. She paused for a moment, as if the simple act of writing Kenzie’s name made the loss feel all too real. With a steadying breath, she knelt by Kenzie’s left foot and slipped the tag onto her big toe. It dangled there, brushing against the deep, thick wrinkles in the soles of Kenzie’s feet- a stark, unyielding symbol of the young woman’s untimely fate. Heather stepped back as Sarah got a cover from a nearby drawer. Together, they pulled the cover up and over Kenzie’s still form, concealing the lifeless gaze that had captivated and haunted them in equal measure. The trauma room grew quiet, except for the shuffle of their feet as they moved around the bed. The finality of it all settled over them, heavy and suffocating. Dr. Sarah placed a hand gently on Heather’s shoulder. “Let’s take a minute, Heather.” she murmured, her voice heavy with emotion. Nurse Heather nodded, but her eyes remained fixed on the covered body before them. No matter how many times she went through this process, the weight of loss never grew lighter. Just like that, Kenzie became the latest beauty to find herself toe tagged and under a sheet in our emergency department.

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My first resus video 🤭

My heart is out of control after a panic attack and needs a cardioversion. ⚡️💗

My heart keeps beating and beating and despite defibrillation my heart won't calm down. 😮‍💨💗

What would you do in this case? 💗

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Anyone else been having a real tough time lately?

This is the moment that my kink blog became a place where I bore how I actually felt - which is not great.

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Content: time called, intentional overdose, compressions, defibrillations, intubation, devastated lover.

I found you in the tub with an empty bottle on the side. Your head has slid down the side of the tub and your nose is just above the water. Your hair floats around you. I don’t know if you expected me home or not- but here I am, finding you in this state. Terror washes over me.

My initial panic quickly dissolves into action… I call 911 immediately and give them the address. I pull the drain on the tub and I lay the towel out. I put my leg in the water, shoe and all, as I reach under your arms and hug you in towards me pulling you over the edge of the tub. I would have fallen over if not for the rubber of my shoe catching me, but my phone falls into the water with 911 still on the line, as I step out and lay you down to the ground. Your perfect body is completely still and I freeze again watching as your unmoving breasts gaze back at me.

Again, I am pulled to action and find myself on my knees with my ear just above your breast, my cheek on the soft skin and breast tissue itself. It is no surprise that I hear nothing, but my terror increases. “How long have you been like this?” I think to myself, my own breathing quickening. I quickly override my fear and move to your mouth and open it while lifting your neck; with my other hand I pinch your nose and seal my lips onto yours before blowing in. It does not seem you have ingested water as the breath makes your chest rise and fall, but your wet body is glistening under the harsh lights of the bathroom.

Now the moment I have been dreading…. I straddle you and place the my heels of my hands between your nipples and push down hard on your sternum. I immediately feel your ribs bend and crack. I let out a whimper, but push myself to keep going. “One two three four five six seven eight nine ten…” I count outloud trying to keep my mind focused on the movement and not the panic.

Tears stream down my face as I continue compressions followed by more exhalations into your lungs, your chest rising into mine as I do so. I put my ear to your naked chest just to be sure there is no pulse, as if that was not obvious already. “Nothing… nothing… fuck!” I whisper. I continue pressing deeply into your chest pumping your heart, your stomach rising into my own pelvis. I realize I have no other tools to save you; the ambulance is supposed to be on its way, my phone still in the tub I can’t tell how long I have even been doing this…. “Come on baby…” I scream out loud, but think to myself “how could you do this to me?”

I continue this process for what seems like forever until I hear the sirens followed by the front door being banged in. I don't stop, even though ever muscle in my body is burning and my heart is pounding. As I am breathing into you again, a medic pushes me out of the way and puts an ambu bag on you while a woman starts pumping your chest hard and fast. It is only out of shear exhaustion that I let them take over- I dont have the strength to fight them... I fall backwards into the side of the tub at your feet and let out a blood curdling scream, which does not phase your rescuers at all.

Your body is under their control now as they begin hooking you up to the monitor with leads and they assess your airway. They quickly decide to intubate you because you have been down for at least 15 minutes, which really means I have been working on you for 15 minutes prior to their arrival... who knows how long you have really been unconscious...

The woman continues pumping until the man takes a plastic hook and places it down your throat followed by a tube. He yells, "I'm in" and the woman begins pumping again. Another medic is monitoring your heart rate on the screen. They yell out for the woman to stop compressions for a pulse check. "Not shockable. Continue compressions," they say.

The medic notices the bottle on the floor and starts to question me about how much you took. All I can do is shake my head that I don't know. "How long was she down before you called?" I shake my head again. I am totally useless now that I have stopped working on you. The medic shakes their head, "Lets try some Narcan...," they say as they take a syringe out of the bag.

The woman never stops pumping and I am mesmerized by the continuous up and down motion of the compressions. . I watch your breasts cave in towards each other with intrigue. I barely notice the man who is bagging you at this point, but see your chest inflate occasionally. Nothing feels real right now.

After the medic inserts the syringe in your arm, followed by another they say, "epi is in, narcan is in- continue compressions for 30 seconds and we will do a pulse check and switch positions". Compressions are paused and the man and woman switch places. "Okay, we have a shockable rhythm. Going to shock her at 200j!" The medic takes the paddles and places them on your chest. "CLEAR!" Your chest jumps jump off the ground, your tiny breasts peaks of a mountain.... you fall back to the ground. "Nothing, shocking at 300! CLEAR!" Again, I watch your torso shoot up to the sky and fall back down. "Nothing continue compressions!" The man takes over and forces your chest into the ground even harder, crushing your chest and my soul at the same time.

I whimper and cry quietly as I watch. The team continues this routine for another fifteen minutes after the first round of shocks. They shock you two more sets of times, give numerous syringes of drugs, and endless compressions before the medic says "We have been working on her for 20 minutes and there were 15 before that. She has been a-systole for 8. We have shocked her 5 times at 360 and she is maxed out on drugs. Her total down time is unknown" says the medic... The others stare at them unsure what to say as I continue to be motionless in the corner of the room. "I think we have to call it" says the woman as she compresses your chest, having switched back to her initial position. She stops pumping and slowly pulls her hands back across your chest, her fingers brushing your nipples which are hard and erect from the cold air.

"No! NO! YOU CAN'T STOP!" I scream as I jump up and put my hands on your chest and start pushing down violently. The woman places her hand on my hand and says softly, "She is gone baby. I'm so sorry" as I continue pumping for a moment. I then collapse onto you, my head on your chest; my tears drop onto your breast and roll down the side. A police officer who I did not even notice had arrived tries to pull me off of you, but the woman stops him. "Let her be for now" she says as she strokes my hair from above....

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The Next Morning

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The fluorescent lights in the emergency room buzzed softly overhead, casting a harsh glow over the sterile space. Sarah sat with her best friend, Emma, her arm wrapped tightly around her. They had been out drinking the night before, but something was wrong. Emma wasn’t just hungover; her skin was pale, and her body seemed to be shutting down. Sarah couldn’t shake the feeling that something was terribly off.

"I don’t feel right," Emma had whispered earlier, wincing from the pain in her head. "This isn’t a normal hangover."

Sarah’s heart raced as she explained to the triage nurse what had happened, pleading for her to take Emma seriously. "She’s really not feeling well. We were out drinking, but this isn’t normal. She can barely sit up, and she keeps saying her head is splitting."

The nurse, an older woman with a dismissive tone, didn’t even look up from the computer. "Sounds like a typical hangover to me," she muttered. "Fluids and rest will do the trick."

Sarah’s frustration boiled over, but before she could argue further, the nurse finally gestured for them to follow her into a treatment room. "Fine, let’s get her back and have a look. But honestly, it sounds like she overdid it."

Once they reached the room, the nurse handed Emma a pale blue hospital gown. "Change into this," she said as she began preparing an IV. Emma could barely stand, and Sarah had to help her get undressed and into the gown. Her movements were slow, almost robotic, as if her body was betraying her.

The nurse inserted the IV with a quick, "Just a little pinch," then attached sticky leads to Emma’s chest, monitoring her heart rate and oxygen levels. The soft beeping of the machines filled the room, and Sarah’s anxiety only deepened.

Emma groaned, her face twisted in pain. "My head… it feels like it’s going to explode."

The nurse, still indifferent, glanced at the monitors. "Her vitals are fine," she said dismissively. "I’ll start her on some oxygen, just in case." She placed a nasal cannula under Emma’s nose, the soft hiss of oxygen beginning to flow.

"I’ll be back in twenty minutes to check on her," the nurse added before leaving the room.

The minutes dragged on, and Sarah sat by Emma’s side, watching her friend struggle. Emma’s breathing had stabilized slightly, but her face was still pale, and she seemed disoriented, her hand never leaving her throbbing temple.

"Em, you feeling any better?" Sarah asked softly.

Emma’s eyes fluttered open briefly, her voice barely audible. "A little… breathing’s easier, but my head… it’s still pounding."

When the nurse returned, her expression was more serious. She glanced at the monitors, noting a slight decrease in Emma’s vitals. "Her heart rate’s down a bit, but nothing critical," the nurse said, though the worry had finally started to creep into her voice.

Just then, the door opened, and Dr. Warren stepped in, a tall man with graying hair at his temples. He introduced himself with a calm, steady tone, quickly assessing Emma’s condition. After listening to her heart and lungs, he asked a series of questions.

"Emma, can you tell me what happened last night? Anything unusual?"

Emma winced, struggling to focus. "I went to the bathroom at the bar. I felt dizzy, really dizzy, and then… I blacked out. I woke up on the floor."

"Do you think you hit your head?" Dr. Warren asked, his concern deepening.

"I don’t know," Emma whispered. "I didn’t feel anything at the time, but my head’s been killing me ever since."

Dr. Warren nodded, his expression unreadable. "I want to get a CT scan, just to rule out any head trauma. We’ll make sure nothing serious is going on."

The nurse quickly made arrangements, but just as she was about to wheel Emma out for the scan, an alarm rang through the ER. The PA system crackled, "Code Blue, Room 14. Code Blue." Another cardiac arrest.

As the team rushed to respond, Sarah watched in helpless horror as an elderly woman was wheeled past the room, a nurse straddling her on the gurney, performing aggressive chest compressions. The woman’s body jolted with each push, and the sound of the compressions echoed down the hall. Sarah’s heart pounded. The reality of the situation hit her hard—this was life or death.

Dr. Warren apologized as he and the nurse ran off to assist in the resuscitation. "We’ll get the CT done as soon as possible," he said, his face grim as he disappeared with the team.

Fifteen minutes later, the nurse returned. Emma’s vitals had decreased slightly. Sarah, still shaken from seeing the elderly woman, couldn’t help but ask, "What happened to her?"

The nurse sighed, her face softening. "She didn’t make it. By the time we got to her, there wasn’t much we could do. Her heart had stopped for too long."

Sarah’s stomach twisted as she processed the nurse’s words. She glanced at Emma, who was barely hanging on, her breathing shallow and her hand still pressed to her head. "We’re not giving up on your friend, though," the nurse added. "We’ll get her that CT scan soon."

Emma was finally taken to CT, and Sarah was left alone in the room, her mind racing. The minutes dragged on as she anxiously waited for her friend to return. But then, another alarm blared over the PA system, echoing through the halls.

Sarah froze, her blood turning to ice.

Before she could react, a team of doctors and nurses rushed past the door—Emma was on a gurney, being pushed frantically toward the trauma room. Sarah’s heart stopped as she saw the nurse straddling Emma, performing CPR.

"Emma!" Sarah screamed, bolting out of the room to follow them. Emma’s limp body jolted with each compression, her face pale and lifeless. The nurse pressed down hard on Emma’s chest, her entire body moving with each rapid thrust.

Sarah chased after them, her feet pounding the floor, but the team was too focused, too intent on saving Emma’s life to notice her. They reached the trauma room, the doors swinging open with a sense of finality as Emma was rushed inside.

Sarah stumbled to a stop just outside the trauma room, her breath catching in her throat as she stared at the chaotic scene unfolding before her. Doctors and nurses crowded around Emma’s bed, shouting orders as the nurse continued the relentless chest compressions. The defibrillator was charged, the paddles pressed to Emma’s chest.

"Clear!" the doctor shouted.

Emma’s body convulsed violently as the electrical shock surged through her. Sarah flinched, tears spilling down her face as she watched, helpless and terrified.

The nurse resumed CPR immediately, her hands pressing down hard on Emma’s chest, forcing her heart to pump. "Come on, Emma," Sarah whispered, her voice breaking. "Please… please don’t leave me."

"Push another round of epi," the doctor ordered, and a nurse quickly injected the medication into Emma’s IV.

The room was filled with urgency, but to Sarah, everything seemed to slow down. She watched in horror as the nurse continued chest compressions, her best friend’s body rocking under the pressure.

"Charging to 300," the nurse called out again, preparing for another shock.

"Clear!"

Emma’s body jerked once more, and Sarah’s heart broke as she watched, praying for any sign of life.

For a moment, the room held its breath. The monitor stayed flat, the steady, haunting tone of the flatline filling the air.

Sarah sank to her knees outside the trauma room, her body shaking uncontrollably. Tears streamed down her face as she whispered, "Please, Emma… don’t leave me."

The trauma room was tense, the air thick with the weight of time slipping away. The clock on the wall showed that over 20 minutes had passed since Emma had gone into cardiac arrest. Sarah stood at the foot of the bed, her legs weak and trembling, watching helplessly as the team continued their relentless efforts. Her heart pounded in her chest, the sound of the flatline and the desperate compressions blurring into a nightmare she couldn't escape.

Emma’s body continued to shake violently under the nurse’s compressions. With every push, her chest caved in, her ribs flexing unnaturally. Sarah’s eyes were drawn to Emma’s bare chest, her breasts swaying with each compression, then jolting upwards as the defibrillator shocked her lifeless body. It was like watching a machine, Emma’s body responding to the mechanical force of resuscitation but with no spark of life behind it.

"Push another round of epi," the doctor ordered, his voice now carrying a harder edge, determination cutting through the exhaustion. He leaned over Emma, checking the monitors, then motioned for the nurse to prepare another shock.

"Charging to 360," the nurse called out.

"Clear!"

Emma’s body arched off the bed as the shock hit, her chest lifting sharply, her head lolling to the side as the electricity surged through her. Her feet jumped, and Sarah winced, her stomach twisting at the sight. But when Emma collapsed back onto the bed, the flatline persisted, the monotone beep droning on.

A charge nurse, her face lined with exhaustion and experience, stepped forward, glancing at the clock. "We’re beyond 20 minutes now," she said softly, though her voice held a note of finality. "We’ve done everything we can."

Sarah felt her heart drop, her eyes widening in shock. "No…" she whispered under her breath, her hands shaking. This couldn’t be it. Not now.

But before anyone could say more, the doctor raised his hand sharply. His eyes were fierce, his jaw set in defiance. "No. We’re not stopping." He looked down at Emma’s body, frustration tightening his features. "We should have caught this earlier. If we had… she wouldn’t be here right now. We’re going to keep going."

The charge nurse hesitated, glancing between the doctor and Emma, then gave a small nod, stepping back.

The nurse resumed compressions, driving her palms into Emma’s chest with renewed intensity. Sarah watched as Emma’s body shook with each push, her breasts trembling with the force, her ribs straining under the relentless pressure. The team worked in silence, the grim reality of the situation hanging over them like a cloud, but no one was willing to give up just yet.

"Come on, Emma," the doctor muttered under his breath as he prepared the defibrillator again. "We’re not losing you."

Another shock was delivered. Emma’s body jolted, her torso lifting off the bed once more, only to fall back down in a lifeless heap. The flatline continued its haunting wail, and the nurse immediately resumed compressions, her hands pressing deep into Emma’s chest, causing her body to rock with each life-saving attempt.

Sarah’s breath hitched as she clutched the edge of the bed, her knuckles white. Every part of her wanted to scream, to demand that Emma wake up, but all she could do was watch as the team fought to bring her back.

At the thirty-minute mark, the room was filled with the sounds of relentless CPR, the rhythmic thuds of compressions, and the beeping monitors. The desperation in the air was palpable as Sarah stood, frozen at the foot of the bed, watching Emma’s lifeless body move mechanically under the force of each compression. Her best friend—so full of life just hours ago—was now a pale, still figure on the trauma bed, her body convulsing only with the shocks and the desperate attempts to keep her heart beating.

"Let’s get a cardiac ultrasound," the doctor ordered, his voice sharp with urgency but laced with a grim undertone. He was still refusing to give up, but even Sarah could see the fatigue in his eyes, the way his hands trembled slightly as he signaled for the nurse to bring the equipment. He had been pushing hard, refusing to stop, but there was a tension in the room now—an understanding that they were running out of time.

As the ultrasound machine was wheeled in, the compressions were momentarily paused. The nurse removed her hands from Emma’s chest, and for the first time in what felt like an eternity, her body lay completely still. Her chest no longer rose and fell, her limbs were limp, and her face was slack. Sarah’s gaze drifted to Emma’s half-open eyes, staring blankly at the ceiling. They were lifeless, glassy, fixed in place, and dilated.

The doctor quickly applied the ultrasound probe to Emma’s chest, the cold gel smearing across her skin. The room fell into a tense silence, every eye watching the screen, hoping for a miracle—hoping to see something, anything, that would give them a reason to continue.

But the screen remained empty. There was no flicker of movement, no hint of cardiac activity. The dark, unmoving silhouette of Emma’s heart filled the screen, completely still, devoid of the pulsing that everyone had been praying for.

"She’s in asystole," the doctor said quietly, his voice flat, his eyes glued to the monitor as if willing it to change. He moved the probe around, checking again, hoping for some sign of life, but there was nothing.

Sarah’s breath caught in her throat, her knees buckling slightly as she held onto the bed rail for support. She had heard the word before—asystole, the absence of any electrical or mechanical activity in the heart. The flatline on the monitor had already told her, but seeing it confirmed with the ultrasound felt like a punch to the gut. Her friend was gone.

The charge nurse stepped forward, placing a gentle hand on the doctor’s shoulder. "Her pupils are fixed and dilated," she said softly, almost in a whisper. "There’s no response."

Sarah’s eyes filled with tears, her vision blurring as she watched Emma’s empty gaze stare upwards, unseeing. The pupils were wide, unmoving, a sure sign that her brain had stopped responding long ago.

The room went silent. The compressions ceased, the frantic energy dissipated, and all that remained was the cold, unrelenting truth. Emma was beyond saving.

The doctor stood up straight, removing the ultrasound probe and wiping his hands on his scrubs. He let out a long, slow breath, his shoulders slumping with defeat. "We’re calling it," he said quietly, turning to the team. "Time of death…"

But Sarah barely heard the rest. All she could focus on was Emma, lying so still, her body motionless after what felt like an eternity of fighting. The tears fell freely now, and Sarah collapsed against the bed, her hands clutching the sheet as she whispered, "Emma… no, please…"

The room began to empty, the trauma team stepping away one by one, their heads low, their faces grim. But Sarah remained, frozen in place, her world shattering around her as she realized the person she loved most in the world was gone.

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You can hear a siren blaring, sense bright lights above you, your sight blurry.

"Where am I?" You ask. 

"They're coming round" a voice says

"Welcome back. Just breath. Stay calm"

You feel cold, as your eyes adjust. You try and turn your head. Hands grip it straight. You feel your mouth and nose covered. A mask. Something in your mouth, an airway.  A bag squeezes a breath into You.

"I'm not breathing, what has happened?!?"

You move a hand up to your chest. A hand pushes it down.

"OK, dear, stay calm. You're in an ambulance, you collapsed, we had to resuscitate you"

That's why your chest is sore, your body cold. You realise you can't feel any clothes on your chest.

A steady beeping says to you your heart must be working.

You cough, and push the airway out with your tongue. The mask is taken off, and the airway pulled out and you take a deep breath.

"That's better, we can take this off and put you on oxygen"

The mask is taken off, and a lighter mask quickly strapped in its place. 

The blaring continues. Your  eyes are working now, looking round the functional interior of the ambulance, looking up into the paramedic's face above you.

Minutes pass.....

You feel your sight dimming, and its becoming a struggle to breathe. The steady beeping becomes thready, intermittent.

"She's crashing again!" A deep pain builds in your chest, like you've never felt before.

"Stay with us!" you distantly hear. The mask is whipped off, the mask and bag back on again. Air is being forced into your lungs. You are desperate for it.

You're suddenly aware of someone above you, its not the paramedic you saw, they're facing the other way. They're on top of you. A fist rams down hard into your chest. "Starting compressions!" You feel your chest flexing, to its limit as the paramedic pumps your chest. "1, 2, 3" A breath is forced in. "1, 2,3" ANother breath. You want to scream at them "it's not working!"

Your hearing is really distant now, your sight blurry and dim. 

"Ready paddles. Charging to 100!"  The person on top of you leaps off.

"Clear!" A massive sharp pain in your chest as the defib pads discharge. 

You drift away, sore and in shock, wondering if you'll come back......

[get-the-paddles81]

A little (time called) resus fantasy that asks you to use your imagination as to how we got here. Feel free to DM with your ideas. 😁

You are naked from the waist up. You have a blanket over your bottom half to give you some sense of dignity. Your ample chest is exposed and your breasts show the impact of the doctors compressions. They are pounding on your already bruised and batter chest with endlessly. Your chest caves so deep with each one at this point. You arm hangs partially off the table. You have a tube down your throat and the nurse is pumping air to you through it with an ambu bag.

Leads are connected all over your chest measuring all of your vitals, of which there are none at the moment. The monitor makes a high pitched buzzing sound. The team around you is working tirelessly as I watch them from the corner of the room.

One nurse is giving you resuscitation meds through an IV in your arm… A doctor is doing compressions because all of the nurses in the room have exhausted themselves doing so for the better part of an hour….Another nurse is charting…. The other continues filling your lungs with air…. The final one stands by the monitor, paddles at the ready….

It’s your third code today. The others were short; a minute or two at most at first, then ten. You have been shocked nine times in total. Five of them were at 360j. You have maxed out on drugs. But your heart has not had electrical activity for over 20 minutes now

… it’s been too long; I can tell- you look different. There is a void in the room…

Another doctor comes into the room. She sees the “time down” reading on the monitor. It says 47 minutes 52 seconds. She goes to the doctor doing compressions and puts her hand on her shoulder. “She is gone. You have to let her go” she says earnestly.

“She’s young” they say.

“She is healthy” they say.

“Can we go just a few more minutes?” One begs.

The doctor doesn’t stop right away. Then she pauses with her hands still on your chest then slowly pulls them away across your breast. The nurse does not stop breaths until the doctor breathes deeply and tears well up. “She has been down 48 minutes 35 seconds. We have to call it….Time of Death: 15:42…”

Now your body’s still. I sink to the floor.

No one else moves right away. The doctor rips off her gloves and yells, “Damn it! I can’t believe we’ve lost another one!” The other doctor follows her out to the hallway. I watch the nurses start unattaching leads, remove the tube from your throat, and pull the blanket up to your neck.

You are gone. There was no saving you. What is left for me?

[get-the-paddles81]

Life right now.

[get-the-paddles81]

Amplifying. Someone publicly sharing fantasies is not an open invitation to make demands of them. No means no.

Boundaries and things like that

So…

I think I’ve been pretty open in my postings that I enjoy your dirty messages about how you’d like to fulfill all my dark fantasies.

Perhaps I have not been as clear that I’m not looking for new role play partners.

I am certainly not looking to meet up in person, especially not in your first message to me.

And no is a complete sentence.

So here are my boundaries:

1) sharing your darkness with me— very cool. Makes me very wet.

2) new role-playing partners— pass. No thanks.

3) meeting up in person — hard pass.

4) no is a complete sentence and if you ignore my no, I’m blocking your ass.

Any questions?

Good.

Now back to our irregularly scheduled postings about darkness, cnc, resus, drowning, and all the erotic needs we all have.

[get-the-paddles81]

Melissa

“Hey Peter.”

“Hey Mel. Blood and urine are good. So tell me your problems. Bedtime-error again?”

“Uhhhhhhhhh yes. It’s still not working for us.”

“I need to exam you so undress and have a seat on the chair.”

Melissa hurries to undress her sweater, jeans, bra, and panties before spreading her legs on the chair – not the first time so she does it without help and without being ashamed of her nudity.

Peter switches on a lamp and directs the light directly on the pubic area of his patient. He sits down having Melissa’s fresh shaved privates directly in front of his face. “So still the same prob ey? May i ask what hubby does to you?”

“Licking and kissing lips and clitoris, pinching my nipples, kissing my breasts, slapping my backside. Then the in-and-out-game and sometimes we try it greek-style.”

“Maybe you should try other thinks? Like med-play?”

“Wha- what you mean?”

“Relax,” Peter runs vinyl gloves on his hands and starts a very rough bimanual exam on the wide-opened Melissa. Then he plays with her labia and clitoris while giving her oral pleasure.

“Uuuuuuuuhhhhh, Peter? It feels good but...not good enough.”

“Okay, Mel, no big prob, but I need Nancy and the crash cart in here-NANCY! WE NEED SPECIAL TREATMENT; GET THE CRASHCART IN HERE!”

“EN ROUTE, DOC!”

Peter installs video cameras and microphones all around the treatment area.

Nancy wheels in a crash cart and helps Peter preparing Melissa for her treatment.

They place an oxy-mask on her face and connect it to the oxy-bottle in the corner. Followed by placing the monitoring- electrodes for the 12-lead ecg, pulse oxy on right index finger, auto-R/R cuff around left arm. They finish by inserting a urinary catheter into Melissa’s urethra and hanging two saline IVs. They connect the monitoring equipment to the monitor which stands on Peter’s desk.

“130/90; 85; 90% oxy... okay, let’s start the treatment,” says Peter while stething Melissa’s heart and Nancy feeling for Melissa’s different pulses.

Melissa, panicky, looks at them. Her heart speeds up to 98 BPM.

“Shhhhhhhh, relax” Nancy whispers in her ear while gently touching Melissa’s breasts.

“We have to fix you on the chair, Melissa,” Peter tells her before fixating her arms and legs with leather straps.

“Ready for some pleasure, Melissa?”

“What do you want to do???” Melissa asks, fearfully looking to the crash cart while Nancy prepares the defib-paddles with gel.

“100J loaded, doctor.”

“Good, so we start helping Melissa over the finish-line,” says Peter while pressing one defib-paddle on her labia and releasing the first shock.

“OUTCH! What the hell are you doing? This hurts!”

“Helping you to get an orgasm.”

“I don’t want it this way!”

“Relax and take deep breaths”

“NOOO!” shouts Melissa fighting against the fixations.

“Anesthesia?” asks Nancy and Peter nods. Nancy injects Melissa a relaxant before giving her general anesthesia via the mask.

Melissa starts to pass out, laying fully relaxed and finally breathless on the gyno-chair.

“No breathing, doc!” Nancy calls out while giving her patient mtm.

“Stop mtm and hand me the laryngoscope to open the airway.”

After Nancy handed him the laryngoscope and ET tube, Peter looks into Melissa’s mouth, sees it empty, inserts the laryngoscope and carefully opens the airway so he can slide in the ET tube and connect it to the ventilator.

Nancy checks the ventilation – which is good and brings saturation up to 98%- and fixates the tube with plaster strips.

“Vitals?”

“130/90;90; 98%, stable heart rhythm.”

“Okay, stand back for 150J.”

“Loaded, doc.”

Peter presses the paddles harder onto Melissa’s labia and gives her 150J.

Goose bumps cover her bare skin. Melissa slightly jumps off the chair.

“120/70; stable rhythmic 98 BPM, saturation 95.”

“Okay” says Peter while watching Melissa’s privates. “No signs of pleasure, let’s give her 200J.”

Again Nancy loads, Peter shocks and Melissa slightly jumps. This time Nancy informs Peter about Melissa’s hardened nipples. “110/80: 110 with beginning arrhythmia; sat: 90.”

“Better. Mel is a bit wet now.”

“But I don’t know if she can survive this, Peter-”

“She will get her orgasm and we’ll bring her back to life...load 360 and place the AED.”

“O-okay, doc.”

Melissa’s labia are shocked, bringing goose bumps, a little jump, heavy breast-movement, hardened nipples, a bit genital wetness and. . .

“OH FUCK V-FIB! AED says shockable rhythm!”

“Stand back, Nancy” says Peter pressing the shock button. “We have to lay her on the floor for further resus.”

Peter and Nancy slide Melissa’s nude and shivering body to the floor and Peter presses the AED button again, letting Melissa jump and shiver.

“SHE’S STILL FIBRILLATING!!”

“FUCK. LOAD 360 again!” Peter presses the defib paddles on Melissa’s chest.

“LOADED!”

“Stand back.”

whoooomp – Melissa jumps and shivers, her breasts bounce wildly around then she lays limp and motionless on the floor.

“BAG HER, I’LL DO THE COMPRESSIONS!”

They start the forceful resus on their nude patient. Cameras filming every breast movement, goose bump and every drop of genital wetness. After 10 minutes of CPR they get no pulse and BP.

Peter grabs a heart-syringe filled with epi and rams the needle in Melissa’s lifeless heart.

After the second epi shot in her heart, Melissa shows no reaction.

Peter spreads her labia and inserts a high powered vibrator into her tight, wet, vagina. “Epi IV.”

Nancy injects. Peter compresses Melissa’s chest and finally they get a weak 71 pulse.

Peter calls 911 and when EMTs arrive they find Melissa’s nude body on the floor with 100/70; 86 BPM and a saturation of 90. Melissa is still ambubagged and transferred to ER where she gets meds to bring her circulation up.

Falling into a light coma she is transferred to ICU (monitoring, on vent, catheter still inside). In coma for 2 weeks, Melissa is visited by Frank every day and he sits beside her, gently touching her privates, waiting for her to wake up.

2 WEEKS LATER

Melissa lays in ICU bed, weakly breathing on her own now, after some critical days.

Frank kisses her nipples and gently slides two fingers carefully inside her vagina, while watching the film Peter gave him on his tablet. He feels that slowly his penis erects and he decides to straddle his wife.

After some gently in-and-out Melissa opens her eyes a bit and whispers “Frank? I can’t feel my heart. Save me…”

Frank starts to use a stethoscope on her uncovered chest and finally starts fake compressions and mtm. Gently, 30:2. He lets Melissa’s nipples harden and in the rhythm of the fake compressions, his finally fully erect penis brings Melissa to a fully monitored orgasm.

[get-the-paddles81]

A shock

Max and Chris had known eachother for a little while, enough for max to discover the fact that Chris could do some weird stuff on command. Those said things included being able to raise his heart rate exponentially and heat his body up to a fever.

What they also had figured out about eachother is that they're both cardiophiles.

Max, short for maxine, was about 5'4, a bit on the curvier side and had blue hair. She also had an interest in medicine apart from cardiophilia.

Chris was about 5'9, tanner skinned and his hair was about as long as Max's but it was black. He was neither skinny to the point of bone but not obese either, somewhere along skinny fat.

They had planned a meeting at Max's house, not for their usual coffee and chit chat, but for a little medical fun. Truth is, they found eachother attractive and were close enough in age so that it wouldn't be weird. They had loosely made up a scenario they would role-play to and how it would eventually end, at least that's what Chris thought. What he didn't know was that Maxine had prepared a surprise for him.

Maxine sat in her kitchen, sipping a coffee and excitedly awaiting the doorbell. She was wearing scrubs, the type that doctors wear while working in the emergency room, and a Littman stethoscope draped around her neck.

After about 15 minutes and half a coffee later, the long awaited ring sounded and Max shot out of her chair like she had been electrocuted, spilling a bit of her coffee on the table.

At the door stood Chris, slightly winded from the stairs he had to walk up. He was wearing a loose black tank top and a pair of black sweatpants. His hands were carrying a skateboard and his hair was lightly stuck to his forehead as the heat of outside had caused him to sweat a bit.

"Hii!! Come on in" she excitedly says, jittery from the coffee and the thought of finally being able to enact a long lasting fantasy of hers.

"Hey, sorry for being late I had to pick something up" he says as he sets his skateboard down next to the door. He takes off his sneakers and then pulls out a small bag with 2 brightly coloured candies. "Had to pick these up from my friend Molly" he continues with a wink.

"Oh" she says, a smirk growing on her face as she sees his actions. "Do you want something to drink? A coffee or something?" She offers as Chris puts the bag back into his pocket.

"No coffee, wouldn't want my heart to actually explode now. Just some water for those 2" he said, chuckling. As she went to fetch the two of them some glasses of water, he oriented himself to the nearest mirror, angled his head up, and admired how his pulse was visibly beating already, excitement driving his naturally elevated heart rate even higher.

"Should we take these now or later?" Maxine asks, coming back with two glasses of water. She didn't even try to hide the fact that she was eyeing him, she traced her eyes up and down his arms, torso, legs, neck, shamelessly.

"Now's the best time, you have to wait a few minutes for them to take effect" he said, passing her a piece, grabbing a glass and swallowing the candy piece. "You don't have to if you don't feel comfortable" he reassures Maxine, seeing her looking intensely at the candy. She tells him it's fine and immediately swallows it, this being one of the last few times she's going to do what he tells her.

"Go ahead and get comfortable in the other room, the doctor will be with you shortly" Maxine tells, tearing a hard inhale from Chris as he nods and heads off to the bedroom. When the brunette enters the room his eyes glisten when he sees and ekg machine and a defibrillator, even if they won't truly be used he could still already feel himself stiffening and his heart thud against his sternum harder.

As he sits on the bed and takes a few breaths, their scenario not starting with full on panic level tachycardia, the door opens and Maxine walks in, her stethoscope swaying around her neck.

"Hello Mr. Gutierrez, I see here that you've been having some trouble breathing, is that correct?" She said, looking at a chart. Chris quickly got into character and started breathing heavier.

"Yes, it's been happening for a few days so I figured I should come here and get it checked" he said, resting a hand on top of his chest, feeling his heartbeat.

She extended her hand resting two fingers upon his carotid to feel his quickening pulse before moving behind him. "Lift your shirt up, i'm going to listen to your lungs, the stethoscope might be a bit cold" she orders him.

He reaches behind him and pulls the back of his shirt up. He fakes a faint wheeze when asked to breathe deeply, as they had talked prior.

"You have slight abnormalities in your respiratory sounds and your pulse is a bit fast for just resting, I will have to proceed to further investigations." She says, writing in his chart.

"My... chest h-hurts" he chokes, using his abilities he raises his heart rate into tachycardia, up in the high 140's as his chest starts heaving.

"Lay on the bed i need to listen" She quickly says but not before he grabs her palm and presses it to his chest to feel his heart fluttering. After he lays down she takes off his tank top, gaining better access to his heart while also running her hands up and down his body.

"He-help me" Chris pleads, enjoying the feeling of his heart slamming against his sternum, the Molly they took earlier starting to kick in. Max quickly puts her stethoscope against his chest and listens to his heart rate soar over the 150's, his heart thudding almost three times every second. Maxine listens closely, pressing her hand against his chest. Watching as her hand is moving to the rapid staccato of his heart, he throws a skip... a few seconds later another one. The mauve headed doctor is impressed by Chris' control over his heart. They had a safe word if anything went wrong so they knew to stop.

Thud thud thud thud thud-DUN

"Wow..."she whispered unconsciously, which only made Chris more turned on and made his heart gain even more speed. His dick was now almost fully erect, yet they were only at the halfway mark of their scenario. His mind was starting to numb and he basked in the feeling. After she finished listening, she started putting the ekg leads on him. Quickly, the room filled with rapid tempo beeping with the monitor showing irregularities here and there.

"I- I can't breathe" he said, this sentence being a signal for the next part of their scenario. After Chris said the key words, he rolled his eyes to the back of his head and he started shaking, no... not shaking, seizing. Maxine pressed a button on the ekg machine and the rhythm changed to a preset one she had set. The ekg line becoming erratic as he keeps seizing.

"I need some help here!" She said to the empty room. Maxine now secretly turned on the defibrillator, as the next step was flatline and fibrillation. What Chris didn't know is that the defibrillator was real and could actually administer shocks. Just as she set the voltage on the defibrillator Chris stopped seizing.

She pressed another button on the ekg that showed Chris was in ventricular fibrillation. "He's fibbing, charge the defibrillator at 150" she said, putting gel on the defib paddles. Not shocking him quite yet, just miming it like they had planned. He pushed his chest up against the paddles and then back down when she pressed them.

"Shit, flatline" she verbalizes, only exciting Chris more, his erection now uncomfortable against his boxers. Maxine placed the stethoscope against his heart, hearing it thrash around his chest. His heart was now visible on the left side of his chest, hard to notice but there. His whole body was throbbing in time with his thrumming pulse.

"Starting compressions" she announces, lightly pressing on his chest, not deep enough to cause true damage like real compressions would, but enough to feel amazing for both him and her, especially him. She could feel his pump battering at her palm. She finished a set of thirty and went to give him rescue breathes which he gladly took but also turned into kissing. Hungry kisses, so hungry.

"I need a better angle" she says seductively. Saying that she moves from his lateral and climbs on the bed, straddles his lap right on top of his metal grade erection and resumes compressions. His body Is burning and his heat is radiant. She finishes the second round of compressions and in between rescue breaths "come on" she pleads.

"Fibrillation again, charge to 200" this time, she presses the button to charge, the defibrillator set at 50 joules, enough to affect him but not kill him.

"CLEAR!" She announces, stops touching him, and shocks him. He shoots up, caught in an adrenaline high, he presses his hand to his heart and laughs.

"WOOO THAT FEELS INCREDIBLE" He shouts. Chris grabs the stethoscope and puts it in his own ears and presses it to his chest. With a mesmerized look, he hands the earpieces to Max. As she puts them in her ears he grabs her hand and puts it on his chest.

"Oh my God... are you okay" she says, almost drooling. She chuckles at the question she just asked, Chris' heart is beating around 200 times every single minute, that's more than 3 times per second. There's moments where he slips into atrial fibrillation and skips back to pulse. As incredible as this sounds to Maxine, the better it feels to Chris.

"Oh... it feels so good" the tanner says, grabbing Maxine and starting a make-our session with her, and Oh was it heated, in mere seconds they were creating friction and were moaning messes. Chris took off the top of Max's scrubs only to find nothing underneath but hot flushed skin. With the steth still on his chest, Maxine moves down from his lips and onto his neck where she sucks and bites like a vampire, leaving marks all over Chris' neck, she especially pays attention to his distended carotid, tracing it with her tongue before attacking it, feeling his pulse incredibly fast against her mouth.

Chris grabbed onto Max's hair and started bucking his hips forward, his body flooding with pleasure. The pain of her teeth, the thudding in his chest, the pressure on his dick. It was driving him feral.

"Your turn now" Chris said.

Shall be continued? Tell me what you guys think because this has been gathering dust in my drafts for almost a year. Also, not proofread so tell me if it's incoherent.

[get-the-paddles81]

I know this was almost certainly a medical professional… but it could also be a sign that you’ve got a little resus kink.