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intubatedlover · 30 days ago

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Holy fuck...

Please wait for your doctor; She's very busy.

Janine was a track runner and needed a few exams before she could compete at her next event. Today was the cardiologist. She was stuck in the sterile waiting room of Dr. Ena's clinic, fidgeting in her jogging outfit that bared smooth, dark olive skin.

The clock on the wall ticked mercilessly. She'd been waiting for over 45 minutes, her phone battery nearly dead. Boredom consumed her, and that typically meant trouble. Finally, she couldn't take it anymore. She cracked open the exam room door and peered into the hallway to see if she could get an ETA. Empty. The nurse's station was around the corner, voices murmuring faintly. What harm could a quick wander do?

Janine walked down the corridor, her curiosity piqued by the unfamiliar surroundings. Moving around felt good at least. As she turned a corner, she spotted a door at the end of a dimly lit hall, barricaded with yellow caution tape that sagged. The sign read "Authorized Personnel Only—Do Not Enter." But the door was cracked open just a sliver. The old latch didn't quite close on its own anymore. It was inviting her in.

Janine's pulse quickened in excitement, and she pressed on her chest to calm her heart. She glanced over her shoulder, then slipped through the gap, the tape brushing her arm.

Inside, the air was dusty. The room was a relic, untouched for what seemed like decades. Faded posters peeled from the walls, advertising outdated medical equipment. Old filing cabinets stood, their drawers half-open and spilling yellowed papers. The floor was a mosaic of cracked tiles, some buckled upward as if the ground beneath had shifted. Janine took a tentative step forward, her sneaker crunching on grit.

Then, a sound. A low rumble from below, like chanting? It vibrated through the soles of her feet, faint but insistent. Her heart raced now. She edged deeper into the room to hear it better. The tiles felt spongy underfoot, giving slightly with each step.

Panic hit her like a starting gun. "Oh no," she muttered, spinning on her heel to bolt for the door. But it was too late. The floor betrayed her, a section of tiles collapsing in a cascade of debris and dust. Janine plummeted, arms flailing as she tumbled into the void below.

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Consciousness returned to Janine in fragments. First, the cold metal beneath her spine, air moving across her naked form. Her eyes opened to harsh fluorescent light. beyond which was the hole in the ceiling where she fell.

She tried to lift her hand to shield her face, but found it wouldn't move. Leather straps bit into her wrists, holding them flat against the table's surface. The same at her ankles. She lifted her head—the only part of her that could still move freely—and saw her body laid out bare.

Her brown skin was covered in goosebumps. The athletic tone she'd built through years of training lay useless, every curve and plane exposed. White adhesive pads dotted her chest, thin wires trailing from them to a monitor that beeped in time with her accelerating pulse. The sound was humiliating and frantic. Each electronic chirp exposed her terror.

Seven women kept sliding in and out of focus. Some wore white coats, stethoscopes draped around their necks. But two of them... two wore something else entirely. Robes of deep crimson, embroidered with symbols that seemed to shift when she looked at them directly. Bone decorations hung from their belts, clicking softly with each movement. Their bodies, one dark, one pale and void of tone, were bare beneath the separations in fabric.

"She's awake." One of the white coats stepped closer, her pale face conveying anger. It was Dr. Ena, with deceptively soft features marred with frustration.

Janine's throat worked, trying to form words. "Where... what is..."

"Do you have any idea what you've done?" The doctor said.

The memory came back in pieces. The clinic she'd been exploring. The old floor tiles are giving way beneath her feet. The sensation of falling, falling...

"I didn't mean-"

"Intentions are irrelevant." The pale shaman's voice cut through her protest. "The seal is broken. For one thousand years, we've waited for the alignment, for the moment when the barrier grows thin enough to reinforce. And you..." She gestured at Janine's prone form with disgust. "You crashed through at the precise moment of the demon’s binding."

The monitor's beeping grew more insistent. Janine could feel her heart slamming against her sternum, each beat vividly palpable. The EKG leads picked up every panicked contraction, translated it into jagged peaks on the screen. One of the doctors in a full face covering glanced at the readout, her lips curving into something that wasn't quite a smile.

"She knows her deeds; her guilt is on display," she murmured to her colleague. "You can't hide from us."

"Please." Janine pulled against the restraints, leather creaking but holding firm. Her muscles stood out in sharp relief as she strained, tendons visible beneath the skin. "I don't understand. Just let me go. I won't tell anyone about this!"

"Let you go?" The darker shaman laughed, a sound like breaking glass. "The demon we sought to bind is already testing the weakened seal. Do you know what happens when such entities break free? When they crawl up from the deep places where we've kept them caged?"

She didn't wait for an answer. "They feast." She leaned down until her face was inches from Janine's.

"There must be punishment." The doctor who'd noted her heart rate pulled on latex gloves with deliberate slowness.

Janine's heart lurched, skipped a beat. The monitor shrieked a warning. "No. No, you can't!"

Another doctor wheeled a cart closer. She placed her palm flat against Janine's chest, feeling the desperate rhythm. "She begs for mercy."

"The punishment must fit the transgression," the elder shaman intoned. The doctors moved, adjusting the table's height, angling the overhead light. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, each breath shallow and quick. The monitor's display showed her heart rate climbing—120, 130, 160. She lay in complete helplessness.

One of them lifted a clear bottle, a viscous gel. Janine thrashed against the restraints, accomplishing nothing. The woman rubbed the gel on her chest in an intimate glide that made her muscles contract involuntarily. Thick, viscous, spreading across her skin as gloved hands worked it over the area where her heart thundered beneath. The doctor's fingers coated every inch between her breasts, up toward her clavicles, down along her ribs. The substance clung to her brown skin, glistening under the harsh lights.

Dr. Ena picked up the defibrillator paddles from their cradles. Chrome and gray plastic, heavier than they looked. The doctor who held them smiled thinly as the machine charged, its rising pitch filling the room. The display showed the building voltage: 100 joules, 150, 200.

The paddles descended toward Janine's chest. She could see them coming, could do nothing to stop them. They pressed against her gel-slicked skin, one just below her right clavicle, the other against her ribs on the left side. Her squirming and heavy breathing made them glide across her skin.

The doctor paid her no mind, pressing harder to trap her wriggling form in place. The pressure alone made her heart skip, the organ seeming to sense what was coming.

"Charging to 200. Clear."

The shock hit like a train. Every muscle in Janine's body contracted at once, her back arching off the table as far as the restraints allowed. But it was her heart that took the brunt; the current disrupting organized contractions into silence, then chaos. For a moment that lasted forever, the organ simply quivered, unable to remember how to beat.

Then it lurched back into motion, harder than before. Slamming against her ribs with renewed panic, trying to make up for the lost seconds. The machine shrieked with alarms as her rhythm went wild. Premature beats, skipped beats, barely a pattern.

Janine lay there, chest heaving in frantic breaths. One of the doctors placed a stethoscope against her delicate, splaying ribs. The woman moved the chest piece slowly, making circles in the gel while tracking the chaos. Her grin conveyed a satisfaction that escalated with every heartbeat.

Another doctor approached, pale hand reaching out, thick glasses covering her eyes. She couldn't resist placing her hand over Janine's sternum, feeling the volatile motion. Her fingers spread wide, palm pressed flat, absorbing every desperate contraction between those billowing lungs.

"She suffers greatly," the woman reported to the delight of the others.

They gave her thirty seconds. Thirty seconds for her heart to almost find its rhythm again, for the organ to begin to hope the torture was over. The gel had warmed slightly from her body heat, from the electrical discharge. Sweat beaded on her skin, mixing with the conductive medium.

"Again," the lead doctor announced. "250 joules this time."

The paddles found their positions once more. Janine's eyes went wide, her mouth opening in a wordless plea. She could feel her heart racing faster, as if it knew what was coming. The muscle pounded so hard she could see her chest moving with each beat, battering her delicate lungs.

The second shock was worse. The current made her body so tense she thought she'd break. Her heart went into a wild dance - fibrillating for a moment before lurching back into a rhythm that bore no resemblance to normal. The monitor showed a jagged mountain range where smooth curves should have been.

Hands palpated her chest between shocks, fingers pressing between her ribs. They weren't looking for diagnostic information - the EKG told them everything medical they needed to know. This was purely for satisfaction, to physically explore the organ's distress.

300 joules next. The machine's whine seemed to last forever as it charged. Janine's heart hammered wildly in anticipation of the coming assault. She could feel it jumping in a futile effort, each beat an expression that encouraged her captors. The next shock came twice in a row before her body could relax. It blanked her vision white. Every nerve fired at once, her muscles locking rigid. But she remained hideously aware of her heart's helpless writhing for their amusement.

"The muscle is weakening," one observed, palpating carefully. "The contractions are becoming more desperate but less coordinated. It won't be much longer."

They continued their assault methodically, professionally. 350 joules driven into her suffering ventricles. Her body jerked and her breathing came in hard gasps.

The moment arrived with surprising quietness. One heartbeat, irregular and desperate—then nothing resembling a beat at all. Janine's heart simply shivered in her chest, a fine trembling that accomplished nothing. No blood moved. No oxygen reached her brain. Just the useless quivering of muscle tissue that had forgotten its purpose.

"V-fib," a doctor announced. Janine wondered if the shocks would end in a bittersweet fade. Another was already drawing up epinephrine, the needle catching the light. Another positioned herself at Janine's side, hands finding the proper position on the gel-slicked chest. She palpated Janine's chest carefully, feeling between the ribs. Finding the right spot, she positioned the needle - long, wickedly thick, designed to penetrate deep.

The needle went in slowly. Through skin, between ribs. Janine's eyes rolled back, still conscious enough to feel the needle sliding toward her heart. The tip found the frantically quivering muscle, penetrated the muscle. The doctor's thumb depressed the plunger. Liquid adrenaline flooded directly into her heart tissue. A massive contraction transmitted through the syringe... Then another. Not organized beats but savage spasms as the stimulant forced the exhausted muscle back toward function.

"Compressions," someone ordered.

Hands stacked over Janine's sternum, directly above her struggling heart. Dr. Ena leaned in with her full weight, compressing. The ribs flexed, bent, creaked under the assault. But it was Janine's heart that bore the real violence—caught between the chest wall and the spine, squeezed like fruit in a press.

Each compression forced the organ to empty, then allowed it to fill. Manual circulation, keeping just enough blood moving to preserve consciousness. Janine could feel everything—her heart being crushed, released, crushed again.

"Still in V-fib," someone reported. "Hit her again."

The paddles returned. 360 joules this time, maximum power. The shock slammed through her chest, making her heart seize completely.

More compressions. Harder this time, the doctor putting her full body weight behind each thrust. Janine's heart, caught in the brutal rhythm, began to show signs of organized activity. Not quite beating, but trying. The monitor flickered between flatline and something that might become a rhythm.

"She's trying to convert. One more shock should do it."

They charged the defibrillator again, watching her heart's confused attempts to beat. The organ pounded in three rapid beats, a pause, a flutter, two more beats. No pattern, just a panicked effort insufficient to fuel Janine's rapidly fading consciousness. Every fiber of the heart muscle fired at once, then fell silent.

One second. Two. Three.

Then a beat. Weak, uncoordinated, but unmistakably a heartbeat. Another followed, stronger. Then another. Janine's heart clawed its way back to function, each contraction visible through her chest wall. The organ beat so forcefully they could all watch its recovery.

"Beautiful," breathed one of the doctors. "She's conscious and panicking again."

They were right. The adrenaline had turned Janine's heart wild. It soon hammered at over 200 beats per minute, each contraction an explosion in her chest. She could feel the organ straining, working harder than it ever had before.

They shocked her again—lower voltage this time, just enough to make her heart stumble. They were toying with it as Janine recovered, keeping her in the twilight of consciousness. The monitor showed wild peaks and valleys as the organ tried to find stability where none was allowed. It simply beat because it had no choice; each contraction a struggle.

"She's going tachy again," someone announced eagerly. They could all see Janine's glistening brown chest jerking with the force. Janine's heart stopped for a full second before exploding back into motion. As its rate dipped to 180, a doctor immediately followed with dobutamine, keeping the organ in a state of extreme tension.

The shamans had both moved to the edge of the ritual circle, where Janine had crashed through. They knelt, examining the broken pattern drawn in salt and ash and things less easily identified. The younger shaman traced the air above the disrupted lines, her scarred face growing increasingly grave.

"The breach is worse than we thought," she said slowly. "When she fell through, her body didn't just break the physical circle. The impact..." She gestured helplessly. "It's like trying to repair a window by fitting the shards back together. The cracks remain. The weakness spreads."

The elder shaman stood slowly, aged joints protesting. "We've been trying to reinforce a structure that no longer exists. Janine was recovering as they changed focus, but the news didn't help her case at all.

"It can't be repaired?" The doctor's voice went very quiet. Dangerously quiet.

"No. We'll need to evacuate, establish a new containment at least fifty miles from—"

The doctor moved fast. Her hands wrapped around Janine's throat, squeezing with all the frustrated rage of their failed purpose. Janine's eyes bulged, her bound hands straining against the restraints. Her veins tense beneath the constricting fingers.

"You ruined everything!" The doctor's face twisted with fury, her grip tightening as the woman squirmed pathetically. "A thousand years of preparation, and you..."

"Stop!" Another doctor grabbed her colleague's wrists. "You're wasting her! This requires invasive punishment!"

The doctors converged again. The pale-faced woman with the thick glasses who'd earlier palpated her chest so eagerly wheeled over a new cart. It gleamed under the fluorescent lights, laden with sterile packages that crinkled as she tore them open. "Intubate her."

Janine tried to shake her head, but the restraints held her neck in place, allowing only the slightest twitch. Her lips parted in protest, but a mask descended over her face first, muffling her screams amid the hiss of oxygen.

They tilted her head back until her delicate throat lay exposed. Her eyes couldn't see who did what anymore. The laryngoscope forced its way between her lips, prying her jaw open wider than felt possible. Janine gagged, her tongue pressing uselessly against the intrusion.

The tube followed, slithering down her throat. Janine felt every inch of it: the way it bullied past her vocal folds. Her body rebelled, chest bucking as she tried to cough, but the restraints held her firm. The tube advanced relentlessly.

Now her breaths were mechanical, forced by the ventilator they hooked up. It pushed air into her lungs in rhythmic whooshes. Each inflation stretched her chest from within, her ribs expanding against their will. The sensation was alien and dehumanizing.

"Sedation now," Dr. Ena ordered, her voice cutting through the ventilator's steady hiss. A syringe appeared in her hand, the needle glinting like a promise of oblivion. Janine watched in helpless horror as it pierced the IV line already snaking into her arm. The plunger depressed slowly, the clear fluid vanishing into her vein. Warmth spread from the site, an insidious creep that dulled the edges of her panic. Her eyelids grew heavy, the room blurring at the periphery.

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Janine's eyes fluttered open. The ventilator still hummed, forcing air into her intubated throat, but now there was a new horror: a gaping void in her chest. Her sternum had been split, ribs pried apart. Retractors held the cavity open,

The first to reach in was the pale-faced assistant, her eyes alight with fascination behind her glasses. She slipped her hand into the cavity. Her fingers brushed the pericardium before cutting and tearing it open. With a gentle rip, warm, clear fluid spilled out, and then her palm cupped the heart itself.

She reached in first, her latex-clad fingers brushing the heart's surface. Janine felt it—a foreign touch on the most intimate part of her, sending jolts through her body. The heart recoiled instinctively, skipping a beat, its surface dimpling under the pressure.

The doctor didn't hesitate. She cupped the organ fully, her hand enveloping the beating mass. Janine's world exploded in new sensation: The warmth of the glove contrasting the cool air, the gentle at first squeeze that compressed the ventricles mid-contraction. The pink meat bulged between the woman's fingers, arteries swelling with trapped blood. The organ jerked angrily in her grasp.

"Cute how it squirms," the doctor cooed, treating it like a stress ball in her palm. She kneaded gently, fingers digging into the surface.

The doctor released slightly, only to compress again. Over and again, she rolled the heart between her thumb and fingers. As she squeezed, the organ bulged where her grip was tightest. Janine didn't want to give them more amusement, but her body wouldn't stop writhing on display.

The pink tissue paled under the force before flushing deeper red as blood rushed back. Janine could only watch as her heart was manipulated. It clenched unnaturally hard in defeated protest. Each squeeze sent waves of dizziness through her brain, her vision spotting from the irregular flow.

After what felt like an eternity of this intimate torment, the doctor withdrew, her gloves slick with pericardial fluid. "Your turn," she said to the next, the one with the full face covering, whose eyes burned with anticipation.

This doctor wasted no time. She grabbed the defibrillator paddles.

"Let's see how it handles direct current," she said, positioning the paddles on either side of the exposed heart. Janine felt the chill of metal against muscle, the paddles encompassing the organ like jaws. The doctor pressed them together, mashing the heart between them, the pink flesh compressing flat, ventricles squished until they could barely twitch.

The heart bulged at the edges, arteries distending as blood pooled. It jerked weakly, trying to beat against the vice, each attempt a feeble quiver that vibrated the paddles. "Charging to 50 joules," the doctor announced, the machine whining as it built power. The shock fired directly into the muscle—a searing bolt that made the organ seize, every fiber contracting at once in a violent spasm. Janine felt it as pure fire, her entire being centered on the heart's agony, the current ripping through chambers and walls.

But she didn't stop. "Again, 100 joules." Another mash. The shock hit, forcing submission. It quivered in fibrillation, no organized beats left. The doctor murmured, shocking a third time at 150.

Satisfied with the chaos, she set the paddles aside and removed her gloves. Her hand smacked the heart lightly at first, the impact sending ripples through the tissue. It jiggled under her palm, the quivering mass wobbling as she prodded it back to life. "Pump for me," she demanded, smacking harder, the sound wet and echoing. Each slap forced a contraction, the organ responding with desperate pumps, arteries swelling as blood finally surged.

She jiggled it between her fingers, shaking the heart like a toy, feeling the internal chambers slosh with fluid. The muscle trembled, trying to find rhythm amid the abuse. Janine felt the humiliation of it, how her heart danced to this woman's whims, pumping erratically. The doctor continued until the organ steadied, beating stronger and faster than ever. Adrenaline surged through it in useless effort to mount a fight or flight response.

Now it was Dr. Ena's turn. The lead doctor approached with deliberate grace, her eyes locked on the throbbing prize. She cradled the heart gently at first, her hands cupping it like a fragile artifact, fingers tracing the coronary grooves. "Such a fighter," she whispered, feeling the hard, aggressive thump against her palms. The organ nestled there, beating trustingly, each contraction a violent fit.

But tenderness was fleeting. Her thumb and forefinger found the aorta—the great vessel emerging from the left ventricle, thick and elastic. She pinched it slowly, constricting the flow. The heart swelled immediately, blood backing up in the chambers, the pink muscle ballooning larger with each trapped beat. Arteries engorged, bulging like overfilled hoses, the organ straining against the blockage.

Dizziness swept Janine's mind. Her limbs tingled from the reduced output, but she remained conscious, feeling the pressure build in her chest. The heart jerked harder, trying to force blood past the pinch.

"Beg for it," Dr. Ena demanded, her voice low and commanding. "Beg for your own blood flow, Janine."

Through the tube in her throat, Janine could only manage muffled whimpers. her eyes pleaded as the heart bulged in the doctor's hand. The organ throbbed with increasing frenzy and decreasing movement, chambers distended. The sensation of fullness overwhelming, like a balloon ready to burst. The heart's surface grew prominently vascular, pink turning to deep red from the strain.

The light faded behind Janine's eyes, and though her consciousness was fading, she could hear a faint whisper.

"Let go, the shamans want justice too."

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intubatedlover · 1 month ago

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Basement Series PREQUEL (Magma pt.3- Patient 0)

“Alright- Magma sweetie you’re going out of rhythm now. I’m going to have to cardiovert. First via Adenosine. If that’s unsuccessful I’ll have to shock your little heart and Cal will have take some of the shock too.” Montrose moved to the right drawer drawing a vile and syringe. Her heart beat continued to disintegrate.

Into her iv it went. Montrose watched like a hawk. Her heartbeat slowed then after a minute it Stopped. Cal felt its absence on his cheek and in his palm. What should have happened next was her heartbeat kickstarting itself into sinus but it didn’t. Montrose went in to feel her femoral and carotid pulse as she passed out. There was none. “’No pulse! Alright Cal brace yourself. I’ve got pads on her chest already.” He charged the defib. It blared ready to shock. He pushed the button and she jerked under Cal. Cal felt the zap in his body. Nothing near what went into Magma’s heart. It still disrupted his rhythm a bit. But the squiggly line continued on Magma’s monitor.

“And again…clear!” she jiggled as the shock overtook her. Cal helplessly felt the squeeze in his own chest. Montrose added epi to her line. “Third shock, Cal hang on keep your heart beating!” It was a higher charge. It forced a grunt out of Cal’s throat despite being intubated. This time sinus rang out on Magma’s monitor. Cal however had spots blind his vision. His heart thumping wildly in his chest. He was in v-tach. He was still conscious but barely.

“Cal? Come on!” Montrose commanded him. “Regulate that heart for me.” He murmured in his ear. Two fingers went between his balls. They pushed into his scrotum where he felt his pulse push against Montrose finger tips. His rhythm didn’t change. Montrose then pushed a clear liquid into Cal’s line. “Ameoderone in.” His rhythm evened out then took a major drop into bradycardia now.

Suddenly Magma was yanked out from under him. Cal landed cheek first onto the table below him. Montrose placed her on a table a few feet away, careful to not disconnect her breathing tube from the ventilator. He hurried to another drawer. It slammed open. Packets were ripped open. Then slammed shut. Cal had no line of sight and wondered what the old man was doing. He was suddenly above Cal and he slapped a cold rectangular thing on his back right between his shoulder blades. He slipped a meaty arm under his chest hauling him up against his chest. He held him at the collarbone. “Come on Calabash. Let that little heart beat for me!” He slapped in in the middle of his chest. A patch adhered there and he smoothed it down between his nipples meanwhile rubbing his sternum as well. He laid Cal back down on his frontside.

“Charging 150” Montose voice rang out. He heard the loud beep of the defib charging. Worry was gnawing at him. the ventilator shoved another breath down his throat. then he heard “Clear!” This time the charge jolted directly into his heart. It hurt worse then anything he’d ever felt. Like a whole body cramp. The one second felt like 5 minutes before it let him go. “Come on Cal…be a good boy for me…convert that heartbeat.” Montrose whimpered in his ear. His fingers were back in between his balls at the top of the scrotum. He shocked again. Cal did not convert. “Dammit boy! You fucking make that little heart beat or I’ll stop Magma’s again. Permanently.” He growled low and harshly right up against his ear. “Charging 250… CLEAR!” Cal jolted. “and again. 300. clear!” His vision blacked out this time. Then it came into focus again. It seemed it was some time later.

Montrose was now straddled on top of him. He’d turned Cal about at some point and removed the breathing tube. Montrose pounded a fist into his chest. “Come on Cal… breathe in… BREATHE” he hammered into his chest again and again. At the 4th hammer Cal came to with a gasp .Montrose grinned “yeah! That’s it!” and thrust his hips against him as he saw Cal was wakeing. The pads were still on him. “Good boy- come on breathe!” Montrose bent down and grasped his nostrils shut. His mouth pressed hard over the 18 year olds. He pushed breath down his throat filling his chest. He coughed and choked.

Cal could feel Montrose on his hips. Naked. Grinding against him. He groaned but it was swallowed by the air forced in him. “Do you feel me on you Cal?” he grinned grinding against his privates harder.

“Come on boy. Feel me! Feel me and breathe Calabash!”

Cal managed a small breath. “That’s it boy.”

“Good! Take my breath and expand that chest.” He blew in Cal again -one palm planted in the center of his chest pressed tight against the patch of chest hair over his heart. He blew in him again loving the feel of it expanding fully with his breath. He rode him hard as he blew breath in his mouth. When Cal's eyes rolled back he thumped him hard between the nipples sending breath exploding out of him. “No you don’t ! Stay here Cal.” Montrose leaned down one hand sliding back between his legs to the pulse between his balls. “Stay with me.” He blew a breath down his throat. “Just feel. Feel me and breathe boy.”

Magma whose eyes were slits and was barley awake could only watch.

#intubated #ventilator #awake #text

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intubatedlover · 1 month ago

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Chicago Med (S05 E03)

#intubated #ventilator #tube holder #awake

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intubatedlover · 1 month ago

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Alongside anesthesia and medfet, I have another, more science fiction or cyber punk, fantasy which revolves around transformation and control. I used to wonder what it would be like to be turned into a cyborg, like the Borg on Star Trek or the Cybermen on Doctor Who. Your body taken over, enhanced (not always to your benefit but to "theirs") and your bodily functions reduced to literally that. Nutrition managed, organs simplified and waste products disposed off in an almost industrial way.

Imagine this: medical fetishism has led to taking part in a medical test clinic. They test you and record you, they decide you're perfect and you sign up. You experience much that you love, procedures and medical technology, and the technology to manage your basic functions over time, with it they pull you deeper. Enhancing your body, becoming more cyber and less human, making you dependant on them. You lead a normal life, well, the one they want, but maybe every night you have to return to the clinic, to have your organs washed out, your waste removed, your nutrition needs met, and most importantly, your rest and regeneration. The rest they give to you and they manage with anesthesia, whilst they carry out whatever they want. You live your life with tubes being put in and taken out, you no longer have the ability to eat or pee or defecate, and every night your peaceful sleep comes via a black mask, some sevoflurane and an intubation. Some days they don't let you out, and spend time in an ICU like state, acutely aware of your dependence on them and their technology.

#intubated #text

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intubatedlover · 1 month ago

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Just thinking abt coming home my own gyno chair… in my bedroom maybe, with a big mirror, in front of a screen to watch “educational videos”.

Naked, legs spread and secured to stirrups. An ecg on my chest… milkers on my nipples. On my nose a pretty feeding tube to eat while i spend my weekend there strapped. A catheter tubing my pussy too. Electroplugs on both my pleasure holes. My pussy pumped soft and sentitive first. E stim all around. Legs, clit, tits, ass, belly…

Then a c-pap on my nose and mouth. Straps on my cheeks and forhead, hugging my face. The thick tube running down my body. Starring at myself in the mirror, helplessly covered in wires and tubes. Then switching on the screen, get some nice medfet videos… Switching on the electro. Off into two entire days of inpatient treatment in my own room, cumming nonstop, just all alone in a room full of machines and wires. Not in charge of my feeding, going to the badroom, care about the house, not even in charge of pleasure. Just my own medical toy.

#catheter #text

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intubatedlover · 1 month ago

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I worried that this loss would affect how you loved. I knew it would set the stage of every relationship to follow, but I didn't know it would close you off to love. To that falling, not- stumbling, that- losing control, and choosing of true commitment.

#intubated #ventilator #tube holder

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intubatedlover · 1 month ago

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Lights

This takes place in the same universe as my other piece Sacrifice. Those villages live in a cavern that has openings to the surface. This village is deeper underground where there IS no light. So they make their own.

@whump-it Here it is! Your BTHB request! I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: non-con body modification, death, medical whump, intubation, feeding-tube placement, viviscection, non-sexual nudity, female whump, non-sexual non-con touch, creepy whumper.

The lights were dying. Each morning when she woke, they were a little dimmer. It was a little harder to see. She knew the Choosing was today, and her heart sank each time she thought about it. She didn’t want to be chosen, but she knew she had just as much chance as everyone else. It should be an honor to be chosen as a Light. It would certainly help her father and siblings. But she….she wanted to live the rest of her life.

At noon, when the lights were supposed to be their brightest, everyone gathered in the square. The mayor stood on the platform, the two bowls behind him.

“Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls!” his voice boomed over the space. “Welcome to the 10th Choose ceremony. 150 years ago, our forefathers came down here to save us from the horrible destruction happening on the surface. For 50 years we dwelt in near darkness, kept off only by weak candles and dim flashlights. But then they discovered the ability of the Lights. The sacrifice of a few leads to the continued existence of all. Through the Lights, we get our sustenance and our ability to continue to live miles underground.”

Scattered clapping sounded in the square. “And now it is time to renew those lights! To continue the tradition and save our lives for another ten years!”

Now the cheering was taken up throughout the square.

“As is tradition, we shall start with the girls.” he said walking to the first bowl. Reaching in, he mixed the slips of paper inside it for a while then withdrew a slip. “Our first light shall be...Aimee Lenhaert!”

The crowd parted around the girl named. Her face was deathly pale, but she walked up to the platform with her head high.

The next 3 girls were called with no issue and she began to breathe easier. But then… “Jacqueline Burke!”

Her heart froze. No. No no no. No she was - But the crowd was parting around her even as her littlest sister began to wail. “Go on, Jac.” Her father said softly.

She looked back at him, longing for a hug. One last hug. One last time to feel safe in the large arms that had always been able to chase away the nightmares. But she knew what happened to those who waited for too long.

He had tears in his eyes, but he nodded at her, “Remember we love you.”

Her heartbeat pounded in her ears as she made her way up to the platform and her eyesight blurred. She stood in a daze through the rest of the ceremony, not even noticing who was chosen from the boys.

After the closing remarks, they were led to the city hall. The mayor’s wife, Linda, the head scientist in the Lights Project, met them there. “Welcome all of you.”

She was a matronly woman. Plump, but tall. Jacqueline had always thought she was someone she could tell anything to.

“I’m sure you must be wondering what happens next.”

Several of them nodded.

“Well, you will be taken down to the preparation room. There are some modifications we need to make, but don’t worry.” She smiled. “They are minimally invasive. They are just to ensure you will shine the best and brightest you can.”

“Will - does it hurt...being a light?” Asked one of the boys - Yohannes. He’d only just turned 21. Jacqueline’s heart sank at seeing him. He’d hoped to be a doctor.

“No. We give you sedatives to ensure it doesn’t. And all Lights stay connected to them to ensure their comfort during their time as Lights.”

Several people’s shoulders dropped their tension at that.

“What...modifications will be done?”

“Nothing major. We simply need to ensure that you are ready to be lights. Now, any other questions?”

They all shook their heads.

"Good. Attendants!" 20 people came out of a door to the side of them and came to stand next to them, two per person.

"Take them to the Preparation room.”

Jacqueline was about to walk when her arms were grabbed and her legs kicked out from under her. Around her shouts rose as the same thing happened to the other Chosen.

"What are you - I’ll walk! Stop! Stop I’m not - let me go! I’m not fighting!" She shouted, but they did not listen, just dragged her through the door.

Her breath caught as she saw what waited for them. Ten steel tables stood with lights gleaming down on them, restraints laid open ready for them.

"Get them on the tables." Linda snapped. "I will work on Jacqueline."

She struggled as much as she could, but it didn't make much difference. One of the men grabbed her legs and together they hoisted her onto the table.

She managed to sit up, throwing one leg over the table. But then the men pushed on her shoulders, forcing her back down.

“No! No you can’t - stop! Stop! please! Please!”

The restraints locked around her wrists. Then more went around her waist, ankles, knees, elbows, and neck.

"Good.” Linda said as she walked over. “Now Jaqueline.” She ran a hand through Jacqueline’s hair, down her cheek. Goosebumps broke out on her face. “There's no need for all these histrionics. You've been chosen for an honorable position."

"Then why are you treating us like this?! You said it wouldn't hurt!" She snapped.

Linda shrugged. "I lied. The procedure works best when you all are aware. But think about the life you will be giving. It is an honor to go through this."

The whine of drills took up around them and then screams started, causing Jacqueline's breathing to pick up. Linda snapped on a pair of gloves then reached down and cut through the middle of Jacqueline's shirt and bra, pushing them out of the way.

"What are...you said it was minimally invasive! What ate you - stop!" She shouted, struggling against her bonds. But they held tight, only allowing her to tear into her wrists and ankles.

"Scalpel." Linda snapped.

All Jacqueline could do was scream as Linda made a cut starting from her belly button to just beneath her neck. Then she took a pair of scissors and cut her open, peeling the skin back.

Jacqueline stopped breathing as Linda started digging inside her.

"Stop. Stop. Please. Please stop." She moaned.

“Saw.”

“No no. Please. No please. No.”

It did no good. The saw was lowered into her, the high pitched whine growing louder and louder. Then ribs were being lifted from her.

"Wires." Linda snapped.

Jacqueline tried to shake her head as big wires were passed to Linda.

"This is going to hurt. We need to ensure your heart doesn't stop."

*Pain* pain deeper than anything she'd ever experienced exploded in her chest. With her head turned, she was able to see that the doctor working on the person next to her was busy sewing the wires into their heart.

"Get her incubated. I'm not having her die on my table."

Her head was forced back and fingers were under her jaw forcing her mouth open. The hands moved once more, pressing in a different area and against her will her mouth opened wider. Then something cold and thick was being forced down her throat. A second later her lungs inflated without her taking a breath and then deflated.

*no. No no no no no* she didn't want this. They shouldn't have the lights if this is what was being done to people.

"Get the battery."

A small object was passed to Linda which she lowered into Jacqueline's chest.

A few more minutes passed and then Linda sewed up her chest.

"Now for the ports."

One hand was unrestrained and turned over so the back of her hand faced up.

"You're going to lose feelings in your hands and your feet." Linda explained picking up another scalpel.

More pain in her hand.The whine of the bone saw came again and more bones were lifted from her hand. Then something metal was handed to Linda and lowered. It was cold, heavy. Wrong. Jacquline hated it.

"Wires."

At some point, Jacqueline lost herself to the pain. She was dragged back to herself as something forced itself down her nose. She gagged, trying to force it out.

"No. Swallow." Linda ordered pushing it further down, then pressed something to her cheek. Jacqueline shook her head at the feeling of the thing in her throat.

The restraints were removed and then tube down her throat removed and she was flipped over. She sobbed as best she could as her hair was buzzed off, the strands tickling her shoulders and neck as they fell.

"Hold her head.i don’t want to mess this cut up."

Hands gripped her on each side of her head. Pain erupted at the base of her neck and she cried out. It was hard to breathe, and she felt herself slipping away again.

A few minutes later she was sat up. Then, the remnants of her shirt were pulled off.

"Perfect. Keep her here while I check on the others."

As Linda walked off, Jacqueline looked down at herself. The ragged stitches keeping her chest closed were ugly. And her chest was glowing oddly. There were metal holes in her hands and feet, which she could not feel. She couldn't move her toes or her fingers. Her head pounded, echoing around the spot she’d been cut.

Linda clapped her hands from the center of the room. “Assistants, bring your Lights.”

The two men with Jacqueline picked her up and dragged her to be with the others. They were all kept bare-chested, which meant the females were all red-faced, the males not sure where to look. “You all look beautiful. Our gorgeous new lights. We shall go to the light and each one of you shall be placed in your spots. Line them up. Start with Jacqueline and end with Adam.”

She still couldn’t feel her feet or move her legs as they were lined up. Linda stopped in front of her. “We are nice and give our lights the choice. Where would you like to overlook? Which light would you like to be?”

She was going to be given a *choice* of where she was going to spend the last 10 years of her life? “The...the north light please.” She liked the north. It was as good a place as any to die. “Very well.” With a marker, Linda drew something on her forehead. Then she went down the rest of the line asking each of them the same question and marking them accordingly until she got to adam.

“And where would you like to be?”

“HOME!” he snarled. “This is sick! This isn’t what you told us it would be!” His stitches strained as he struggled to get out of the men holding him’s grip.

“Ah.” She breathed, “A fighter. You...You I will save for a special place.” She turned back to the 7th person, erasing the mark on her forehead and writing something new and then she returned to Adam. Kissing her fingers, she ran them across his cheek, “You will be our special first light.”

They were dragged down tunnels none of them had ever known existed, to the first light. The attendants holding Adam knelt him on the ground then climbed up the structure.

Jacqueline watched, sick to her stomach, as the body of the light currently up there was taken down, lowered on a rope. They were stick thin, a tube coming out of their nose. Their hands and feet were burnt, and as they were wrapped in a sheet, Jacqueline saw that the back of their neck was as well. “Get him up.”

“No! No you can’t make me! No!” Adam shouted, trying to struggle. But he was still placed in the harness and lifted up. They all flinched when his shouts went silent, though they could not see what silenced him.

One by one they were taken to the lights and replaced. Each old light brought down was emaciated, absolutely wrecked and Jacquline shuddered at the thought of being turned into that. She threw up at the second to last light when she got a good look at their face. Their cheeks were sunk, and their face frozen in an expression of absolute agony. Their eyes were completely black, looking almost as if they had burnt as well.

She was the last light to be placed. The entire cavern was dark now except for the lone light left to the north. And then that winked out as they lowered the body. The assistants and Linda turned on headlamps to finish their work.

“You’re going to make a gorgeous lamp.” Linda whispered as she ran her hand down Jacqueline’s cheek and down to settle over her heart.

Jacqueline shuddered. Linda’s hand was cold.

“Yes. A gorgeous lamp. You have been my favourite to work on so far. Lay her down. Get her in the harness. I want to see her glow.”

She was forced to her back and the ropes of the harness were looped under her arms, settling between her breasts. Then she was hauled into the air. She cried out at the pressure under her arms, but that paled in comparison to the pain that came next.

“Careful, get her into position. There.” Her feet were pressed into something and she cried out again as something slid INTO them. Then her arms were stretched out, her hands driven onto something, those things sliding INTO them as well. It hurt, it wasn’t right. it…

Her head was forced back, the base of her head resting on something, then one assistant pushed down and with an audible click she was stuck.

“What..no. what what is happening?! What are you doing?! What-”

“I hate when they panic. Wish Linda would just explain.” The first one muttered.

“How do you think you guys work?” The second said, “We just plugged you in and soon you’ll be burning like a Christmas light.”

“Open up. Gotta keep those lungs of your pumping” The first one said and his fingers pressed under her jaw, forcing her mouth open. The same cold thick thing was slid into her throat and soon her lungs were filling again without her say-so.

“There. That’s the last of them. Kinda hope I’m retired by the time the next lot are ready.” The second one said.

“I’m not. I like seeing them burn.”

Jacqueline would have shuddered if she could have moved. They weren’t - they were PEOPLE. People who were being hurt - KILLED - so that others could live.

“Could you imagine if everyone knew how they were staying alive though?”

“The Mayor would have a revolt on his hands.”

“That’s for sure. OKAY LIGHT EM UP!” The second one shouted as he removed the ropes of the harness.

One by one Jacqueline saw the lights around her light up.

The cheer of the people below her and the laugh of the cruel assistant was the last thing she heard before her world dissolved into burning fire.

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A normal day in the life, or so I thought...

We arrive at the hospital and I'm taken to a room where nurses and doctors are waiting for us. John, the EMT gives them a quick handover.

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'This is Annie, she is a 28 year old woman. She collapsed at a bus stop about 40 minutes ago, probably because of stomach painsShe is tachycardic and hypertensive, saturation is 96% on 2 liters of oxygen. She has been given 7.5 mg of morphine iv as well as 1 gram paracetamol iv. She has a 20 gauge on her left underarm.'

Working together they scoop me over to the hospital bed and the nurses and doctors start working rigth away. Someone places ECG electrodes on my chest and connects the leads, another person connects the blood pressure cuff and pulse ox to the hospitals equipment.

I grimace from the pain as the staff is working on me. Drawing blood and continuing the primary exam. ' Let's give her another 5 mg of Morphine i.v. ' The doctor says as he steps up to thebed and introduces himself. ' Hi, I'm doctor Olsson, i understand you have some stomach pain. Could you show me where its located?' I point to my lower abdomen under my belly button. He gently tries to palpate the area but I scream out in pain. ' Is it possible that you could be pregnant' he asks but I quickly shake my head. ' Have you had your appendix taken out?' I shake my head once again. 'Okay, lets optimize her pain and i will go and order a stat CT abdomen.' he says and leaves the room.

The nurse gives me more morphine iv and connects a bag of ringer's acetat to my iv. I can begin to relax a bit and even rest for a little while. 10 minutes later a man comes to transport me to radiology. The pain medication is really starting to work and the procedure is over in a few minutes. As i return to the room the nurse takes my vitals again and they have almost returned to normal. She changes the oxygen mask to a nasal cannula. A few minutes later the doctor is back and i can see a concerned look in his face.

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'We see some abnormal tissue around your uterus and some localised to the intestines around the pelvic area. I will give gynecology a call to see if they can continue examining you. He steps out again and a few minutes later another doctor walks in. 'Hi im doctor Guttman and I am a gynecologist. I've been told you have severe stomach pains. I would need to perform a vaginal exam and ultrasound, do I have your consent?'

I look up at the doctor and give a slow nod. I start to get scared and I feel my pulse begin to race again. 'Dont worry, one of the nurses will stay next to you the entire time and just tell me to stop if you feel something unpleasant at any time during the exam.' They help me to over to the gynecological chair and prepare me for the exam.

Everyone leaves the room except one of the nurses from before. She stands next to my bed and places her hand on my shoulder, it gives me some sense of calm. Dr. Guttman proceeds to lift my legs into the stirrups, exposing me. He places one hand on my left thigh before he proceeds to insert two lubricated fingers into my vagina. He moves his fingers to the left and right to identify my uterus and cervix. This also helps him identify any abnormalities. Next he place his left hand on my stomach and press down to further examine my uterus. I let out a short scream as the pain shoots through my abdomen.

He quickly removes his left hand and reassures me that this is necessary. He orders the nurse to give me 50 micrograms of fentanyl and waits until it has taken effect. He then finishes the bi-manual exam. Moving his fingers a little bit deeper into my vagina and pressing down higher up on my stomach to examine the ovaries. Shortly after he removes the fingers and changes his gloves.

He then grabs the metal speculum laying on the table next to me, warming it in his hands for a few seconds. 'This could be a bit cold and uncomfortable' he says as he lubricates the speculum. With his left hand he spreads my labia apart and inserts the cold metal speculum, carefull but firmly. Pushing it deeper into my vagina and then opening the blades. I can feel my vagina stretching and the pressure from the blades, then he manipulates the speculum a bit in order to see better. 'I dont see any abnormal tissues och signs of bleeding or infection, which is good.' He adjust the speculum to inspect the vaginal walls before slowly closing the speculum and removing it.

'I will need to perform the vaginal ultrasound as well.' He says and start the ultrasound machine. Placing a condom and some gel on the probe he gently insert it into my vagina. Moving it around to examine the uterus and ovaries and surrounding organs. Guiding the probe left and right. He slowly removes the probe and turns the machine of. 'I see some unusual tissue on the ultrasound, simillar to what we could see on the CT scan. With these findings and the amount of pain you are in, i recommend an exploratory laparoscopy to identify and hopefully treat what ever this is.' he says. 'Lets admit you to the ward and i will plan for a surgery in the next 24 hours. I will order pain medication to be given to you on the ward if needed.' He walks over to the computer and prepare my admission.

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I had to get pain meds throughout the night. I get woken up a few hours later and was told i will be the first patient to go down for surgery today.With the help of another dose of meds and a nurse assistant i walk over to the shower and am told to shower with antibacterial soap. The nurse assistant brought me a gown and a pair of underwear to put on after the shower. I also got some knee high socks and blue foot covers. When i'm dressed i enter my room again and the staff has clean my bed. I'm told to remove the blue foot covers and lay down on the bed. A few minutes later i get wheeled down to the OR floor by the nurse and nurse assistant.

In the waiting room of the OR-unit i transfer over to the OR bed, the OR staff lays a warm blanket over me and fastens two straps over me. As i'm wheeled down the corridor i count the lamps in the ceiling. One, two, three, four. We then enter the OR room, i see the bright lights, different equipment and a few other OR staff. I could smell the strong smell of desinfectant and cleanliness. The bed is placed in the middle of the room. An anesthesiologist steps over to me and introduces himself. ' Hi, i'm Max and i will put you to sleep and make sure your doing well during the surgery. Before this we just need to attach some monitoring equipment to you, okay?'

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Max and one of the nurses opens my gown to place five ecg leads on my upper body, the nurse lays my arm on the armrest and place the blood preassure cuff around my right arm. Next she secures my arm to the board. Meanwhile Max place the pulse ox on the left hand index finger, he also hooks me up to an infusion line. He then moves my arm out onto the armboard, securing that to the board aswell. The monitor start beeping to the rhythm of my heartbeat and i can feel the blood pressure cuff tightening around my arm. 'Great, your blood pressure looks good, your pulse is a bit elevated but nothing to worry about. Your saturation also look good. Are you doing okay Annie?' I nod slowly. 'Then let's begin the anaesthesia.' Max says.

He places a blue mask over my face and tells me it's 100% oxygen, i breathe the oxygen for a few minutes before he orders the nurse to start the induction. ' 100 micrograms fentanyl is given.' the nurse says. I start to feel relaxed. 'Now you will get the medicine that will make you fall asleep. Try thinking of something nice.' She proceeds to slowly inject the propofol through my iv and a few seconds later I start drifting of to sleep.

'150 mg propofol given' she says. Max then starts the continuous infusion of propofol to maintain the sedation. Slowly raising the speed to a good level for anaesthesia maintenance.. I can feel the anaesthesiologist lifting my head to open my airway more, he tightens the grip around my face and the mask. After a couple of minutes i can feel him touching my eyelashes, but i give no reaction. 'She is sedated, now go ahead and give her 85mg rocuronium.'

A minute pass before Dr. Max removes the mask from my face, he then picks up the LMA with which he will secure my airway. He slowly adjust my head into the 'sniffing air' position, my mouth is agape. He then place the LMA on the palate of my mouth and follows the curvature, pushing the LMA deep down my throat. He uses his other hand to hold the tube in place as he removes his finger from my mouth. He gently push it just a little deeper before grabbing a syringe full of air to inflate the mask. I can feel the LMA adjusting its position as he inflates it, he then connects me to the anaesthesia tubing and I start to breathe in unison with the machine. I then feel him placing tape on my left cheek, twisting it around the LMA twice before securing the tape on my right cheek. He tapes my eyes closed as well. As I'm now sedated and intubated Max connects another continuous infusion to my iv, containing the medication Remifentanil to maintain the anaesthetic.

I then feel the other staff removing the blanket over me and opening my gown even more. They also place my legs in stirrups to get a optimal position for the surgery, they lower them into a low lithotomy position. One lady begins to wash my pelvic area with an antiseptic solution, the cold solution touches my body and i feel like I'm getting goosebumps. After a thorough cleaning she place a urinary catheter into my bladder. I feel the tube slowly entering my urethra as she advance the tube deeper and deeper. My urine flows into the bag when she reaches the bladder. Filling the balloon with water before gently tugging at it to make sure its secure. The bag is hooked on to the bed to allow the urine to drain. She then begins to wash the surgical area, from just under my breasts down to my pelvic area. Going back over the same area a few times to really clean the surgical field. Later a man steps up to the table and place drapes on my chest, one on each side of me and one over my legs.

Dr. Guttman has now finished washing his hands and enters the room, getting gowned and gloved by the other man. He then steps up to the table and makes the first cut. He places a camera port in the first incision and then makes three more, inserting a c02 line in one of them and tools in the others. He has to spend some time looking around and moving my internal organs to be able to inspect the presence of any abnormal tissue, behind my uterus he finally finds a large area of what looks to be signs of endometriosis. The tissue is removed and placed in a container. ' Location, posterior uterine wall. 1 cm times 2,5 cm in size. Send this to pathology so they can identify what this is.' Dr. Guttman spends another 30 minutes inspecting every nook of the abdomen before ending the procedure. Removing the tools and camera port, suturing the incisions and placing a small bandage over them.

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Dr. Max stops the propofol and ramifentalin infusions and begins to wake me up. He gives me some time to emerge and tries to get me to open my eyes. I slowly open my eyes just for a second but I'm still not totally awake, I still need the LMA to maintain an open airway. A few more minutes pass before he succtions my back throat from secretions before deflating the LMA. He removes it in one fast movement before placing a Guedel airway in my mouth and then the mask over my face. He keeps a steady grip of my face until I'm more awake,it takes about 10 more minutes, but he is keeping me safe, with his firm grip of my face and the mask. Helping me take some breaths by pressing the handheld ballon 'Good morning Annie, the surgery went well, we are slowly going to transfer you to the post op area soon.'

When I'm completely awake in the post op area I start to remember things from the surgery. Not the time before, I remember feeling every thing they did to me. I remember feelling as if i was in an alternative state. I was aware of everything but unable to feel the pain. I felt the intubation, every breath being pushed down the LMA into my lungs, i had no control. I felt the tools inserted in my abdomen and as the doctor moved them around. I could feel the pressure in my abdomen from the carbon dioxide gas.

I suddenly realise I must be odd, being able to feel all of that. It's not normal to be aware of everything during a surgery. This feeling exhilarated me and I felt a sudden desire to go through it all again. Every step, from the vaginal exam before to the anaesthesia and intubation. How each breath is pushed down my airway and making my chest moving up and down. The thought of having someone else helping me breathe. I started thinking about what i could do to end up in the operating room again. The desire grew stronger and stronger by each passing second. I needed to experience that arousal again.

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I tried to describe to you how I imagine my dream medfet scenario. From the detailed vaginal exam and ultrasound to the sedated but aware patient under anaesthesia. I imagine a feeling of being exposed and vulnerable and having no control which is what I think is fascinating and something I wish to experience myself. To be totally in the hands of an anaesthesiologist and the surgrical team. The dosages of the meds are calculated to my weight to make it a bit personalised to me :P

I wrote this is thank you gift to you, for helping me reach 1500 followers!! :D I hope you liked it and i apreciate you taking your time to read it!

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intubatedlover · 2 months ago

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ohhhh catheter thoughts

the concept of a cather... temporarily being used as it should be. it is put in, and attached to a bag, and maybe I can even wear one of those lil catheter thigh thingies so I can walk around or whatever. and it feels a lil weird, but I get used to it-- its kinda enjoyable to not have to deal with getting up and peeing, for the most part, occasionally emptying the bag but thats not a problem and is less uncomfortable for sure! maybe doing this for a day, maybe even longer, get me used to changing a catheter bag instead of holding, my bladder never feels remotely full even with morning pee bc it all drains out right away...

and then one day they just. take the bag. and then done bring it back. they wrap up the little tube and use smth to tie it off and say... they'll come back and get a new bag in a while... and then LEAVE you needing to pee for the first time in a BIT and it feels so uncomfortable and ur already fidgeting but nothing will come out even if you try to let loose... who knows how long they'll leave to fill up more and more and more, or if they might make you drink some fluids to "earn" a new bag... all while knowing no matter how bad you need to go, none of it can come out...

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intubatedlover · 2 months ago

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Basement Series PREQUEL (Magma pt.2- Patient 0)

Montrose took out the laryngoscope he’d used on Magma earlier and a fresh tube. The respirator had been altered to contain multiple ports. He was unsure how out Cal was so he quickly went to the left drawer and pulled out a sedative and paralytic. Drawing up the proper doses he felt for Cal’s carotid. After a 10 second check he pushed in the needle into his artery letting lose its contents. He tipped his head back and using the laryngoscope pried his jaw open. Then he shoved the tube down his throat blowing up the balloon nice and full. He attached the second port of the ventilator and watched his chest rise, placing a palm in the center of his chest. He watched his hand ride up and down. He taped the tube to his chin and then used the sheers to cut off every piece of clothing off his body.

Montrose hand lingered on Cal’s manhood, rubbing it gently as if its was something precious. After a bit of playing he drove two fingers to the side of his man parts into his femoral. When he was satisfied his heartbeat was stable, he picked Cal up bridal style and dumped him gently front first on top of Magma so they were chest to chest. He adjudged the breathing tube making sure he was oxygenated well. He pulled him down some by the ankles and turned Cal’s head so that his ear square in the center of Magma’s chest. Her chest moving with the respirator up and down. Montrose planted Cal’s hand fully under her left breast, using two of his own fingers to palpate for her apex and adjusting Cals palm to press right over it.

Magma’s eyes began to flutter. They were slits but consciousness was seeping in. “Good morning lil sweetheart.” Montrose cooed at her rubbing the top of her head. “Welcome back”. He grinned as her eyes opened wider and took in Cals form sprawled on top of her. She frown. “Don’t worry sweetheart… its just your Cal. Do you feel that? Do you feel how he’s feeling your heart beat right now.” She tried to speak moving her mouth. No sound came with the tube in. “Shhhh…shh…shhhh! Theres nothing to say right now. just to feel.” His hand bypassed under Cal’s body. He slipped two fingers between her legs. He rubbed circles on her lil nub. Her eyes rolled in pleasure. He watched her intently as he continued rubbing her gently. He rubbed and stopped periodically before continuing.

It was Cal’s turn to begin waking. He could feel Montrose wrist massaging against his parts as he massaged Magma. His chest let out a shudder. Then he began making a gagging sound. Montrose retracted his hand and pulled his attention to Cal. He watched as his throat flexed at the foreign invasion. He reached over and pushed a tiny amount of paralytic in his iv line. “Mmm… hey there Calabash!” Montrose bent into his line of sight. “You stopped breathing on me. I had to put a tube in your throat to pump oxygen in your lungs. That’s what your feeling now. Cal’s eyes were now wide open though he could hardly move anything else. Cal tried lifting his head but failed. He felt Magma’s breast In his palm her heart beating hard against it. He squeezed it faintly.

“Yes. You can feel Magma’s heart beating right now cant you? Hmmm?...” he cooed at him running his fingers through his short hair. “you feel her lil chest rise and fall with each push of the ventilator huh?."

“I know she can feel you breathing with the ventilator against her chest. He grinned looking from Cal back to Magma. This is true intimacy right here sweethearts!” He murmured taking Cal’s wrist and pressing in to check his pulse. “Mmm good boy.” He next took out a stethoscope. He planted in on Magma’s chest. “Mmmm perfect heart beat”. He grinned down at her and rubbed her cheek with his thumb. He moved the steth to Cal’s side ribs on the left side. He listened a moment then pulled his shoulder up to gain access to his chest his thumb rubbing his nipple slightly. “Youre being such a Good boy for me Calabash” he cooed down at him lovingly. Magma shuddered underneath him.

Realization with Montrose words began to dawn on her. Magma began to understand the position they were in suddenly. With the stress and added anxiety Magmas heart began to pick up speed. Montose heard it, turning back to her. “Come now sweetheart. Relax for me…okay?” He pushed the stethocope under her left breast his hand wedged between them again. It continued to speed up. She was going tachy. Cal could feel it all against his cheek. He tried in vain to get up but couldn’t. His own stress rising.

“Alright sweetie you’re going out of rhythm now. Im going to have to cardiovert. First via Adenosine. If that’s unsuccessful I'll have to shock your heart and Cal will have take some of the shock too.” He moved to the right drawer and came back with a vile and syringe. Her heart beat continued to disintegrate.

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