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Bowing Out (Part 2)

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a sudden cardiac arrest on the jogging track. one minute you're finishing a mile, and the next you're face down on the ground in complete arrest.

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THE MEDICS (ALLISON, ELAINE, AND TIM)

Elaine, Tim and I continue working on the girl in front of us. Before the screaming started in the crowd we were playing cards over at the rig. There usually isn't much to do at these things except sit around and wait for a sprained ankle or something, but today... today is a different story.

She is intubated, has been given two doses of epi and has not yet responded. "What is going on with this girl?" I wonder to myself. I've seen athletes overdo it, but it's rare for a sudden cardiac arrest like this. There must be an underlying heart issue or causes going on. Right now, all I can focus on is trying to get her back.

"How long has she been down?" Asks Tim. "Four minutes" I reply. This is not a good sign. She has been in flatline since we started compressions and got her on the monitor. "Push another two of epi and see if we can get any change" I tell Elaine who is already in the process of filling up the syringe. She pushes the drug into the IV port she inserted a few minutes ago.

Once the meds are in I instruct Elaine to take over compressions for me counting down "5, 4, 3, 2, 1 SWITCH!"

"Continue compressions for one minute and then do a pulse check" I instruct to Elaine as I shake out my tired arms. As much as I want to continue I know it is best for someone with fresh arms to take over and make sure she gets quality compressions... otherwise this girl has no chance.

I sit back for a minute and take a deep breath to steady myself as I feel for pulse on her femoral artery. The girl's chest is bruised deeply at this point and there are definetly multiple rib fractures. The pulse from the compression is good. I call for the pulse check and see a vfib.

"Lets shock her! Everyone stand clear!" I check that everyone is out of the way, including the other runner and coach. "SHOCKING!" I press the shock button and watch as her body contracts and contorts itself as the electricity goes across her chest. Her chest jumps off the ground and she lands with a thud. "No change, shocking again!" The same response unfolds in front of me. She remains in vfib.

"Tim, take over compressions; Im going to give her lidocaine and amiodarone" and Tim and Elaine prepare to switch roles in a similar manner as before. Elaine starts compressions while Tim moves around her body to the side of her chest. Elaine counts down "5, 4, 3, 2, 1" and leans back. Tim's hands are on her chest immediately sending intense waves through her body as his strong arms compress her chest. Elaine takes over providing breaths through the bag every five seconds.

We are this girl's only chance of survival right now. The three of us know this girl is in mortal danger if she does not respond soon. We are at 5 minutes without much change.

After another minute of CPR I call for a pulse check again "We have a stronger v-fib, let's shock her at 360! Charging!" Tim continues compressions while we wait for the machine to charge. "Everyone stand clear! Shocking!" I press the button and watch as the girl's body responds to the shock; her left shoulder rises and her right side responds as if a wave has just crossed her chest.

"NO CHANGE! SHOCKING AGAIN"

I hit the shock button again, hoping, praying, that we get a response this time.

"SINUS RHYTHM!" I yell. The girl continues to remain unconscious and I instruct Elaine to continue breathing for her. I don't even have to tell Tim to get the backboard... he already knows that we have only won a battle, not the war.

I turn to the coach and other runner who are still watching and crying. "We have a normal sinus rhythm. She is certainly not out of the woods yet, though; we need to get her to hospital as soon as possible so they can figure out what caused this" I don't want to sugar coat it. This girl may very well not make it to the hospital.

We roll her over while continuing to bag her and place her carefully on the backboard, lift her up and get her strapped onto the gurney. I cover her chest with a small piece of cloth to give the girl some dignity as there is not way to hide her from the crowd right now. Her heart is beating but she doesn't feel here.

I put the life pack between her legs and we start to push the gurney up the racetrack to the ambulance that was moved closer by Jose, another medic. As soon as we start to roll the gurney the alarm on the life pack goes off indicating vfib. We halt the gurney immediately.

"I'm shocking her! Clear!" Everyone moves back, Tim drops the bag as I press the button. "Shit... asystole" Without thinking I jump up on the gurney, swinging my leg over her waist and start pumping her chest as hard as I can. "Get us in the ambulance! We need to go!"

"I'm coming with you!" I hear behind me. It's Coach Smith who has gotten off the ground and come running towards the rig.

"There's no space" Elaine explains to her.

"Well you better fucking make space" she say as she climbs in behind the gurney as its lifted upward.

Tim is still pumping air as I pump her chest. The rig doors close and Elaine pushes the coach around to the front seat to get in and we are off.

..... TO BE CONTINUED.....

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I’m bored. Send me some asks

resus ask prompts ! 💗🏩

send me a number through my asks & i'll answer (anonymous or not) ! 🌟 feel free to reblog & let your followers ask you! ✨

1. what made you interested in resus?

2. how old were you when you first realised you were into it?

3. aed or defibs?

4. do you prefer professional videos or homemade?

5. do you like self resus?

6. are you into a more realistic scenario or sexual/fantasy scenario?

7. rescuer or victim?

8. would you ever rp in person?

9. would you prefer to be rescued/saved by a male presenting person or female presenting?

10. hard or shallow compressions?

11. hollywood style defibs or other?

12. mouth to mouth or ambu bag / artificial respiration?

13. stething or ecg?

14. does anyone in your life outside of your blog know about your love for resus?

15. have you ever purchased any resus related films?

have fun & be safe ! always get consent & set boundaries before role playing - whether that be online or in person & do not send anyone unsolicited nudes ! thanku 💓

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If you could get 1 piece of medical equipment no questions asked what would you go with

Defibrillator for sure.

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a sudden cardiac arrest on the jogging track. one minute you're finishing a mile, and the next you're face down on the ground in complete arrest.

BOWING OUT (PART ONE)

(Channelling a little bit of Maya from Station 19 in this one...All other characters are made up)

MAYA

College track meet. One mile run. I've got this. I've run multiple half marathons recently, this will be nothing. Coming in first will be easy; beating my own time is the challenge I'm facing.

I didn't eat this morning. I haven't been eating much lately despite all my training. I don't even feel hungry. There just isn't time between classes and training. I've lost weight, but with all the muscle I don't really notice the change at all in the mirror. I have been feeling great up until today. Well when I am running at least. Otherwise I am tired and overwhelmed by everything. So I just run more to avoid the feeling. Its the best thing I can do given that Olympic trials are coming up.

I stand at the starting line. I haven't been feeling well all morning, my muscles are sore and I'm tired, which doesn't make sense. Last night I noticed that I was a bit dizzy and my urine was dark. I drank water with electrolytes hoping that would balance something out. But today I feel worse. But I have to run. I have to win.

The gun goes off. My feet are running, my mind is fuzzy. I am not used to this. Normally my mind is clear when I run. Normally, nothing else exists. I don't even feel my body when I run, but today I feel pain everywhere, my legs feel swollen.

Around half a mile, my chest begins to hurt, my muscles feel tired in a way that they never have before. I keep going. I must finish. Only losers don't finish. Only losers don't come in first. Dad isnt here, but he would be so disappointed. In fact, that's why he's not here. I didn't win last time even though I can in first. I have to beat myself now.

As I come around the last turn, I see my competitor begin to outpace me. The shame, the anger kicks in: I run harder, faster, I put everything into my stride. I am feet away from the finish line when a streak of pain goes across my chest and my breath catches in my throat. I fall to the ground and roll across the finish line. By that point I am already in cardiac arrest, everything goes black. The last thought I have is, "Did I win?"....

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SARAH

It seemed like no matter what I could not catch up with Maya. Every time I got close she moved a little faster until that last turn. I felt myself begin to move faster, or maybe she just began to move slower. Kind of like when your in a vehicle at a stop and the car next to you moves and makes you feel like youre moving backwards, but opposite. There were moments where she fell out of my peripheral vision as I move ahead of her finally; I can taste the win, I can see the finish line! We are neck and neck until suddenly she leaves my peripheral vision, I must have pulled ahead. I feel the ribbon across my stomach as I step across the finish line. I lift my arms in celebration and jump up and down. But the crowd isnt screaming as I expected, but my brain doesn't register what that means quite yet. As I lean down to catch my breath, hands on my knees, I see her body laying there on the ground not moving.

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COACH SMITH

I watched her fall as if it was in slow motion. First her legs gave out and then her torso followed as she collapsed onto the ground. Her face hitting the track as the momentum from her stride sent her rolling across the finish line just ahead of Sarah.

... No one else seems to be taking in what is going on, the audience is silent, then erupts.

... Sarah celebrates and then leans down to catch her breath.

... I spring into action immediately and run to her side.

"Maya!" I scream, as I run over to her on the ground. I lean down and move her legs so I can roll her over properly. I shake her shoulders and scream her name. I put my ear to her mouth and my fingers on her neck. "Please, please, please..." I whisper, but I feel nothing. "Get the medics, she isn't breathing!" I yell to the ref.

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SARAH

It takes a moment for the scene to register. Maya is face down on the ground. Her arm underneath her. Her legs at a strange angle. Other runners are coming across the line now not fully taking in the scene either. The audience knows what is happening before we do because they are screaming and not in a cheering way. My heart sinks in my chest as her coach runs over to her.

She rolls her over and screams, "Get the medics, she isnt breathing!"

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COACH SMITH

I lift her neck and pinch her nose giving her a breath, followed by another. Her chest, covered in a tight sports bra with a runners bib pinned to it, moves upward and falls back down. I breathe into her again and once her chest has fallen it remains still. I place my hand on her chest, right between her small breasts and on top of the bib and push down hard. I feel her ribs break underneath my hands as I continue compressions sending waves through her body, her sneakered feet swaying with each one.

As I give her compressions I barely register anything else going on around me.

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SARAH

The crowd is in hysterics as they watch Maya's coach giving her compressions, and quite frankly I am too. But something in me feels energized even after just running my best mile. I motion to all the runners as I yell, "Circle up around her!" and instead of running away from I run towards Maya's body and hold her head in place to prevent it swaying with the compressions.

When Coach Smith reaches 30 compression I seal my lips around hers and blow into her lungs causing them to rise and fall. After two breaths Coach Smith continues her assault on Maya's chest without hesitation. The rest of the runners have circled around us with their arms around each others shoulders, shielding Maya from the crowd but causing them to have to watch this.

There are tears in their eyes; there are tears in mine.

Coach Smith and I continue our routine of compressions followed by breaths. Maya is not responding at all to our efforts. A medic pushes his way into the circle and asks Coach Smith to stop for a moment so he can cut open Maya's sports bra to put on the AED. She pauses compressions and I give two breaths while he takes scissors and cuts through the fabric quickly. As soon as the last thread is cut Coach Smith is back on her chest pumping it with all her strength before I have even broken the seal of my lips.

The medic puts the pads on her upper right chest and below her left breast. He calls for another pause and to stand clear. "ANALYZING RHYTHM... STAND CLEAR OF THE PATIENT!" The machine says. "NO SHOCK ADVISED".

The medic quickly takes over compressions while Coach Smith leans backwards, with a look of horror in her face, and watches as the medic pounds deeply into her chest.

Two more medics come with a medical bag and pulls out a syringe and medication. They leave a gurney outside the circle. One ties off Maya's arm trying to find a vein and injects her with the medicine. I continue breathing for her when the first medic tells me to.

I can't tell how long its been, but it feels like far too long...

COACH SMITH

It's not until the medic pushed me out of the way that I feel the gravity of the situation. I crawl backwards and feel frozen in place as I watch them pumping down on Maya' compressions's chest over and over again.

She is like a daughter to me I think to myself. Then horrible thought occurs to me: Maybe she was like a daughter to me....

They inject her with medicine that I have no idea what it is. Maya hates the idea of medication of any kind. Sarah keeps breathing for her until the second medic with the medical bag and gurney pulls out a kit and pushes Sarah out of the way and lifts Maya's head as she inserts a tube into her throat.

They stop compressions and I begin to scream "No, no! Don't stop! Don't stop!" The second medic, who is giving the medication, responds, "It's okay, we are just helping her breathe" and then she immediately starts compressions again after the other one has blown two breaths in and checked her chest with a stethoscope.

My horror turns into despair as I watch this beautiful woman lay dead on the track that she loves so much. My whole body begins to collapse into itself as I cry and scream like anyone would if they watched their child die in front of them.

SARAH

Once the IV is inserted and medicine is administered, the third medic moves me out of the way. I am also watching the scene in front of me, but it feels like through glass. I see what is happening but I do not feel it...yet.. that is until I see Coach Smith fall into herself. She is on her knees, her head on the ground.

Somehow, watching her feelings flood her every cell cause something to shift inside me; but I put it away again and crawl over to her and hold her as she cries. "Ma...May..ah..." she chokes as she tries to speak. I hold her head and pat her hair. "Shhh... they are doing everything they can... She is going to be okay... She is going to be okay". I say this for her sake, but also for mine.

TO BE CONTINUED

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how do you feel about the patient staying conscious the entire time, semi conscious cpr and all because they're just struggling enough to be in immense pain but also not given the chance to go unconscious just yet? kind of a stretch but yeah, just been thinking about that.

Sounds kind of interesting, like as you do compressions she is crying from the pain but if you stop she is unconscious without a pulse? Not sure I can totally picture it or get into it, it really my thing, but would intrigued to read someone else’s

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Coming attractions..

Discovered I have a bunch of drafts of things I started and never finished =) Gonna try and finish some of them over the next couple of weeks including a big one I just wrote and is multiple parts. Hope you enjoy!

A woman goes into cardiac arrest while in a race (Bowing Out Parts)

A woman is rescued by her girlfriend (Part 2 of A day at the beach)

A few sexy little resus stories

Any other requests for the future?

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(found this in my drafts from a while ago.... enjoy)

Two beautiful women now in need of saving in this small space. Nurse 1 screams “what the fuck just happened? Katie are you all right?” As she performs compressions on the still coding patient. From the other side of the gurney she cannot see what is happening on the ground next to nurse 2 who’s is shaking as she looks down at her friend, completely stunned.

Nurse Katie, who is normally a no-nonsense nurse and a beautiful red headed woman with c cup perky breasts and pale skin, is now laying on the ground taking agonal breaths and twitching from the current that just went through her heart- which is damaged from a life long heart condition.

“Katie! Fuck!” Screams nurse 2 who’s is horrified and feeling very guilty. “Grace, calm down and help her already!” Says nurse 1 who climbs back onto the bed and straddles the patient once again and tells Grace to push the gurney to the side as much as she can to make room.

There still is not much space for her to get down on her knees and assess Katie so she has to work from above her head. She plunges her fingers into Katie’s neck and feels for a pulse, which of course is not there. “Shit!” She says and closes her eyes to focus herself. She yells up to the staff outside the elevator door, “we are gonna need another portable monitor, meds, and scissors as fast as you can!” as she takes her hands and places them the best she can in the middle of Katie’s chest and pushes down at an awkward angle. She begins pumping harder and more rhythmically on the woman’s chest from her position at her head and says, “Come on Katie, don’t do this to us!”

It’s a few minutes before the staff returns with another portable. In the meantime, the patients monitor indicates Vfib which means nurse 1 needs to get off the patient to shock her. She climbs down around Grace who is still giving compressions to Katie in what can only be described as a half 69 position with her knees and pelvis surrounding Katie’s head as she crushes her chest with her own hands. Nurse 1 presses the shock button and the patients rhythm does not change. She shocks her again, this time at 300 and gets no change. The woman’s body looks ravaged at this point having been coding for 25 minutes in addition to her initial arrest in the ER which was 13 minutes. She goes back into asystole after another shock at 360 and nurse 1 jumps back on the gurney and squeezes the ambu bag before starting compressions.

“Molly, what the fuck Are we going to do?” Says Grace. “We are going to save them! That’s what we are going to do! Just focus on Katie! I got her!” She says with determination but her hope is fading as this goes on longer. Katie has already been down 3 minutes and with her heart condition who knows what could happen.

Oddly specific resus kink: having the pulse come back just long enough to have everyone relax before the alarms start going off again and they are back at it.

Or they get a couple minutes. They might even start to transport. Then they are totally unprepared when the portable monitors start screaming again in the hallway, too far away from the trauma room to go back but not close enough to the ICU to have the resources needed. Now they are doing a resuscitation in the middle of the hallway. A nurse straddling the patient to give compressions as the others race back to the ER.

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What inspires you to write your stories? Do you just like have a thought and roll with it or do you ever see/watch something and it triggers something?

Great ask! I honestly think its both. Ill just be existing and then something will make me think of resus and I'll just kind of roll with it. Sometimes its something on TV or a scenario I made up entirely. But when the thought comes, Ill be hooked and will write it all really quickly. A lot of my writing is done mostly on impulse... I dont think about it too much and just let it flow when I start writing.

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I’ll save you both, one after another- each time one of you comes back the other codes and I switch back and forth. Deep compressions, breaths through ambu bags, and defibs for hours… finally you’ll both be conscious but my relief will be short lived- I’ll collapse from exhaustion, my poor heart giving it and you’ll both swoop in to save me.

I want to slip into cardiac arrest and be coded for a long time

Shocked, compressed and forced to breathe

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This is such a an amazing scene…. So many great elements! The compressions themselves, intubation, sadness of the rescuers…

From: Hippocrate. Rating 8.6/10. Unknown episode.

The last CPR on woman scene video in this month. I wanna take a break after this.

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would you be interested in doing something heimlich/choking related?

No, I’m not really into that.

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i would like to be the one who work's on you during your Fatal cardiac arrest bring you back twice just for seconds only to re-arrest your eyes are wide open begging to be save your shocked with very little movement except at the shoulders when you finally flatline you take several deep breathes then all air escapes through your mouth making a wind tunnel sound your gone you wanted to live your heart decided No,I can't won't beat again for you .

Please do. Ill come back just for a moment and try to whisper words begging for my life through my pale dry lips. Just before my vocal cords speak the words I'll let out that gasp and my head will roll to the side, eyes still open, mouth still parted as if trying to speak as the monitor rings out a flatline. You'll work on me even harder than before giving me endless compression and shocks that have no meaningful impact on my heart that has decided it's over without either of our consent. Finally, you'll see Im gone when my body is deflated and broken and still work a moment longer just to be sure.

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you were found face down in a pool, having blacked out while doing laps alone. i carry you out of the pool, your body unusually heavier with the amount of water that's gotten into your system. i can't find your pulse. your mouth is filled with water.

I watch you pull her out of the pool. Her body is bloated and her swimsuit disheveled. One breast has popped out of the thin material holding it in. Despite your own small size and petite body, you carry her as if she weighs nothing, even with the increased water in her torso and place her down on the ground. Once she is placed you go to her face and place your fingers on her neck, keeping your head down by her mouth. You know you will not find anything, no signs of life, but you try anyways.

Within seconds of your assessment you place your hands on her chest, your fingers landing on her bare breast and start to give her deep, hard compressions. Copious amounts of water starts flowing out of her mouth. I watch her head roll sideways and her mouth part slightly as water dribbles out. You start pumping her stomach with deep thrusts trying to get her to choke up the water. Her body barely reacts- what normally would cause a convulsion or choking is just water pouring out from the impact of your thrusting.

It is only then that I realize the body is me. I am the one whose stomach you are furiously pumping. I am the one who is dead. I feel nothing and cannot move. I am just floating as if I'm standing next to the scene, watching as my dead body is worked on.

You keep pumping until the water slows. You check her pulse again and shake your head when you feel nothing on your fingertips. Hands are back on her chest and you count to thirty. When you're done, you pinch her nose and place your lips to hers, sealing them together to hold the air you will pass between your lungs. I watch her chest rise and then fall, then rise and fall again. You're back on her chest immediately. Between compression 12 and 13 you stop and untie the bikini top and pull it down to her stomach. Now her breasts are completely exposed and show the full impact of your compressions.

I watch in horror as the scene unfolds. I was just doing my usual laps in the pool when my chest began to hurt and seize. I was halfway in the deep end and couldn't get my footing to turn myself around and stand. I thrashed around trying to hold myself above the water, to get to the shallower end and call out for help. But I couldn't; my heart was too far gone.

You continue your compressions counting "1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10...30" over and over again, pausing only to breathe your air into her lungs. Her chest caves deeply with each compression, her head and feel roll along in time with them. "Baby, wake up" I hear you say to her between compressions and breaths once. You slap her cheek and say "Come on, stay with me" as you start compressions again, but I start to see your energy, your hope, wearing down as you continue the sequence over and over.

I couldn't fight anymore, my heart stopped pumping enough blood to my muscles for that. I felt myself losing air even above water, but as I sank my chest began to fill with liquid as I sunk down into the pool, watching the water bubble as the air escaped and was replaced with water, the chlorine burning as it infiltrated my lungs. My heart continued to skip beats and flutter until it finally stopped as I hit the bottom of the pool. I found myself staring up at the sun through the 9 feet of water between me and the world.

Your hands are placed again on her chest, I can tell you are getting frustrated with her lack of response to your hard work. You pause for a moment and put your ear to her chest. Your cheek lies on her left breast as you listen for something, anything. Your warm cheek however only feels the coolness of her skin.

I lost consciousness entirely at some point. My body floated to the surface and I lay facing down, eyes open staring at the bottom of the pool. My brain slowed in functioning and everything went black until I found myself standing at the edge of the pool unable to recognize my own body, the vessel that held me for 27 years.

You lean back and stare at her now bruised chest, her partially open eyes and see there is nothing in them. I watch you as you collapse onto her body and sob onto her bare skin.

I so desperately want to comfort you. To hold you and tell you it's going to be okay. That I will be happy wherever I go next. But instead I sense my senses slipping away and I am gone before I can even think the thought.

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Random Resus Lines

Her erect nipples were surrounded by her rescuers fingers as she compressed her chest

“I'm not losing you baby. Not today, not ever”

Her heartbeat became erratic until suddenly it wasn’t anymore

“She’s gone, honey. You have to let her go,” she says putting her hands on mine. I give a few more compressions before I stop and pull my hands slowly away, grazing her breasts and erect nipples slowly.

Hands on her sternum pushing down harder and harder, the rescuer getting more desperate with each compression

“No! Don’t stop! Don't stop!”

Her belly rippled with each compression and her chest caved inward

I seal my lips around hers and exhale into her lungs, her chest rising and falling in my peripheral view.

“It’s been too long, she is gone.”

I pump her heart knowing my hands are the only reason she is alive right now. My breath her only air.

“Charging! Clear!”

Her body glistened with droplets of water as we placed her down on the cold concrete.

Her empty eyes told the whole story.

"Time of death... "

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Given that drowning scenes were my intro to my resus fetish, this clip gets me every time. It’s so simple, but everything about it is perfect and is what I picture in my mind as I write any drowning story on here.

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A sexy game

I found you on the bed, prone, with your arms and legs out in a starfish type of position. Your white lacy bra and matching panties seemed out of place to the situation; it's like you were waiting for me. The pill bottle was next to you, empty and I knew I had just picked those meds up this morning. The defibrillator was placed on the bedside table next to you... I knew you were a gift for me to play with so I did....

I place my ear on your chest and feel no movement of breath and no sound beneath your buxom breast. I straddle your lean waist and lift your neck as I pinch your nose and seal my lips around yours. I feel your breasts rise into mine as I exhale into your mouth, your cheeks puffing out. I take off my shirt so I can feel the sensation of your breasts on mine better before giving you a second breath. Your white bra against my red, our nipples meeting briefly as your chest rises and falls with my oxygen sending electricity down my spine and hopefully yours too.

Next, I place my hands between your breasts and push down as hard as I can. Your chest caves inward and your stomach rises up into my pelvis. I feel it graze me swollen clit through my shorts. I count outloud to thirty as each compression causes the same stimulation before I lean down and breathe for you again. My pelvis becomes wetter with this second round of breaths of life and I rock back and forth to get more stimulation on my own breasts as yours rise and fall.

"Come on baby! Stay with me!" I say with conviction and a smile on my face. This is our greatest game and I am loving every second of it.

After five minutes I reach underneath you and unclasp your bra and allow you to spill out and rip it off you entirely. I kiss each breast generously before I grab the defibrillator and place the pads on your chest gently. I continue compressions while the machine warms up counting loudly, hoping that you can hear me. "Baby, you gotta stay with me!" I beg.

"Shock advised!" I climb off of you and stand next to the bed, pulling off my shorts as I do so. I slip my fingers down my panties as I press the shock button with the other hand. You jump off the bed and slam back down. I press it again as I rub myself deeply and moan loudly. You jump again and I keep my eyes on your breasts the entire time watching each and every jiggle and sway that they make as a shock goes across your chest electrifying your heart.

Now I stand next to you and pull you closer to the edge and do proper compression in a standing position. My hands rest differently on your chest at this angle and I push harder and harder. Your nipples are hard and erect between my fingers as my palm presses deeply into your sternum. I stop to give you two more breath and watch your chest out of the corner of my eye. I continue on for another minute before the machine advises another shock. "Shocking! Clear!" I yell and watch as your whole back arches, your nipples peaks of high mountains as they reach to the ceiling. "Shocking again. Come back to my baby!"

As you land back on the bed, you take a deep, gasping breath after this second one and turn your head and smile. Breathlessly you say, "I hope you had a good birthday my love..." . I smile as I continue rubbing my clit watching your chest move on its own now.

You have difficulty moving, presumably because of the pain in your chest, but you grab me by the bra and pull me down to kiss me. I climb on top of you and kiss you deeply using your upper leg as a post to grind against. Your hands undo the clasp in the back and my breasts pour out, hanging down onto yours. You grab my breast as I rub back and forth and moan loudly as I climax right on top of you.

When I'm done I ask... "Is it my turn now?"

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how would you want your Fatal cardiac arrest to happen be played out before time is called

The EMTs rush over to me and start assessing me immediately. They pull my pink shirt up past my breasts exposing my c cup breasts covered by a solid black sports bra. They put a blood pressure cuff on my arm and check my heart with a stethoscope directly on my partially exposed chest. Electrodes are placed around my bra in order to show my heart rate on the monitor.

“She’s gonna crash any second” the man says as my heartbeat shows up on the monitor. “Let’s prepare to breathe for her and get the pa… SHIT! she’s crashing! Starting compressions!” His hands are between my breasts in an instant. The other one, a woman, takes the scissors and snips my bra away then snips my shirt a quarter of the way before she rips it in half to fully expose my chest.

I lay there on the gym floor, next to the stair master, with people standing around me watching this scene unfold quickly. Some are crying with horror while others watch frozen and fascinated. My best friend is crouched down by my feet holding my shins screaming “Kennedy, wake up! Please for the love of God stay with me”

The EMT giving compressions presses down so hard one of my ribs instantly pops and is audible to the crowd. One woman in the crowd lets out a small scream at the noise. I feel blood flowing through me as his hands go deep into my sternum which presses my wiggling heart. The third one holds a plastic mask on my face and squeezes a bag sending plastic tasting air down my throat past my blueing lips. My eyes, partly open still, stare up at him as the woman injects drugs into my arm which get pumped around by the other man’s large hands.

They all stop for a moment to check the monitor and see my heart is in v fib. The woman takes the paddles and places them on my now bare chest, careful not to interfere with the leads to the monitor, and yells “Shocking! Clear!” All hands leave my body including at my legs. My chest jumps slightly and lands back down with a quiet thump. My breasts barely react to the impact. “Shocking again! Clear!” The dose of electricity is higher this time and I land with a louder, more aggressive thump. My breasts visibly move as I hit the ground this time. I hear crying coming from the area of my feet.

Hands are back on my chest, the woman’s this time. They are softer but go even deeper into my chest. Her fingers lightly graze my erect nipple as her fingers reach across my breast as the heels of her palms push on my sternum causing more popping from my ribs. More air is pushed down my throat against my will and more drugs injected into my body as my heart rate stays at zero when they stop to do another pulse check. My head rolls to the side, my mouth partly open, my eyes empty.

“Another round of epi!” Says the woman doing compressions. I feel the burning the medication as it enters my blood stream as the third EMT pushes down on my chest, now bruised and battered. My heart starts to feel a shivering sensation going through it as the monitor reads v fib again. “Shocking at 360! Clear! … No change. Shocking again! Clear!” Each time my whole body contracts and I land dramatically in the ground, breasts bouncing and head rolling sideways.

“Shit....Flatline!”

I hear the continued cries at my feet as someone begs me to stay with her. But the sound is just vibrations going through my ear canal and hitting my brain. Almost meaningless at this point. And I feel no desire to stay. In fact I feel nothing except the physical sensations. My brain has begun to die even more as I am deprived of a self regulated pulse for more than fifteen minutes.

“Let’s check her pupils” suggests the one who has just read the monitor showing I’m in asystole again. The one in charge of the mask removes it from my face and flashes a flashlight in my eyes. “Pupils are blown… we should call it in and get time of death…” another minute or two of compressions go on and nothing else- no mask, no shocks, no drugs, until finally “Time of death 1142 am. Let’s get a sheet over her and call the coroner…”

My friend never lets go of me as she cries begging the medics to keep working, the crowd around me protests their cessation of care, but the medics close my eyes before placing the white sheet over me.