#CPR tw

[whumpinthepot]

@febuwhump 2024, Day 28. Alt 5. CPR

Oc Saunix

Mature art tag list: @frogkingdom @coppercoyote @winged-wolf-s-collection-of-arts @ilasknives @alittlewhump @demondamage @for-the-love-of-angst

[maurawrites]

Melissa O’Neil as Lucy Chen THE ROOKIE S2

[its-my-whump]

Whumptober 07

No. 7: " “I paced around for hours on empty; I jumped at the slightest of sounds.”

"Can you hear me?”

You don't need to read the whole story. Every day can stand for its own (more or less, at least till here). And poor Sam just has to suffer through every single one of them, I promise!

Hummingbird 07

(Story starts here) previous

...

The fizzling electrodes burning the cotton of Sam's sweat soaked shirt. The smell of burning flesh reached his nose. A flash of white agony, like someone just pushed a gleaming knife right through his heart and the world stopped.

A cruel grin in the other man's face. Frustration had gotten to him, but he had channeled it effectively by almost pushing that cattle prod through his chest.

The body in front of him had gone limb again, the head lolled forward. The slack form hanging sadly in his chains, feet awkwardly scrapping over the floor. Blood and spit were dripping from his mouth. Beats of sweat summoned on the tips of some strands of his hair, about to fall.

The gloved hand pulled his head up by the wet hair again. "There he is again, my little humm... " The man froze, hesitated a second. Sam's eyes weren't all the way closed, skin ashgrey, his mouth open.

"Hey?!" The perpetrators voice instantly thin. He shook the heavy head under his palm slightly. It felt like he was moving a bag of sand, no tension at all.

Then the hand gently put Sam's head back down and two fingers went for his carotic artery. The cattle prod fell to the floor with a dull thud, completely forgotten.

"Fuck!" Jumped out of the man's mouth. The glove was yanked from his dominant hand and he tried again. No sign of a heartbeat. Nothing.

"No no no no..." Panic highjacked the intimidator. The chain from the ceiling gave way, the limb body sank into his arms like a lifesize doll, of which the strings had been cut. He put Sam down, his back flat on the concrete floor, cuffed arms fell down, lifeless.

The man lost the other glove, ripped open Sam's shirt, starting by the hole, that was burned right in its middle. He overstretched his neck and breathed 2 puffs into Sam's mouth. His big hands went down to his middle of the fragile rib cage. Burned flesh under his palms, when he started CPR. "No no no. I'm sorry hummingbird."

Sweat from his frantic attempt to start the stopped heart working again and tears of despair mixed on his flushed face, dropping onto the pale chest of his victim.

2 more breaths for Sam and more chest compressions. A hectic hand grabbed for the cattle prod and pushed down in the same spot, where he had done it before. The electric impuls shot through the lifeless body, muscles spasming. More flesh burned. A testing hand to his neck, still no pulse. The kid's skin was cool and clammy, strains of hair stuck to his forehead, blood trickling down his ghostly pale cheek. "Kid" was a mere desperate discription of the grown man laying in front of him, while comparing their ages. He felt like he had just killed his son, despite their lack of relation.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry." The man was mumbling to himself. "

He breathed for Sam again, his hands forcefully massaging the unmoving heart. Another attempt with the cattle prod. The kid's body jolted, 2 fingers to his artery.

A thud...

thud... thudthudthud, thud. His pulse was off, thready, but it was there.

An audible breath escaped the perpetrator and he sank down to his butt. Keeping his fingers on the neck to make sure for a bit longer.

A big hand brushed over the boy's sticky forehead and through his sweaty hair. The other palm finally left the young man's neck and touched his ribs all so gently.

The man lay down his face on the cool, slightly muscular but skinny body of his precious little mess. He was looking at Sam's unmoving face sideways: his jaw, his slightly bluish lips, stained with drops of blood, black lashes against pale skin and most importantly, his nostrals slighly moving. The ear on his clammy chest making sure, that his heart was really beating.

Hot tears connected with the young man's cold sweat. "I'm so sorry, my little hummingbird."

TBC

Hummingbird masterlist

@whumptober-archive

[fearhims3lf]

PARTIES: @rhythmicmeow @fearhims3lf

TIMING: Last Night

SUMMARY: After getting fucked up by both Perro and Emilio, Mateo drops into The Vinyl Countdown to rest. Leticia is startled and checks who broke in.

WARNINGS: Reference to parental death, CPR

Bile coated Mateo’s throat, the pain sending shockwaves of nausea through his body. Fuck! He panted, the panic forcing his dead lungs to beg for air. Even that hurt. He looked down, crawling through the astral. There was glitter pouring out of him like an arts and crafts bottle, right where his lungs would be. Right. That’s why it hurt to breathe. Rolling his eyes, Mateo told his body to stop reacting to the pain and start focusing on the new objective. Which was finding a safe space to patch up, or at least rest. 

“Pinche culero…!” The mare hissed, trying to mask how scared he truly was. The slayer had attacked him. Worse than that, he’d bested Mateo, breaking the illusion of his invincibility. He punched the ground and continued his search, a lightbulb setting off in his head. 

The shop. 

Mateo crawled a few more inches and slid through his next astral jump, fumbling it completely and landing on The Vinyl Countdown’s front counter with a harsh and cracking thud. Everything went black for a moment, and when Mateo opened his eyes, he remained on the floor to rest, completely unaware of the other person in the room. 

Leticia had spent most of her life avoiding scares of any kind. Her mother had told her often enough as a child that any extreme emotion would be enough to set the spirit free. But the loud crashing of something hitting the counter near the front of the store was more than enough to make her heart drop. 

With her heart pounding, Leticia put a hand out on one of the displays that she had been cleaning up, waiting for another sound—or for the top floor to start sinking and finish falling. Because what else would make that kind of sound in the middle of the night? What else in the store was that heavy?

Taking a moment to collect herself, Leticia forced herself to investigate. Praying that it was some item that she had forgotten about, maybe an electric guitar behind the counter, that had fallen, and not something else. 

Mateo as another unexpected shock. Blinking a few times, Leticia swore up and down that the store had been empty. Mateo and the others had all left for the night—so how? She looked up at the ceiling, but there was no damage. (Not that it would have explained how he had gotten in, but the lack of information put her on edge.) Snapping out of it, she knelt down next to him, her hand hovering just below his nose. 

There was nothing. 

Leticia put her hands on his chest and took a deep breath, closing her eyes and trying to remember all the bullshit from tv and sorting out what was real and what wasn’t when it came to CPR. Faster than the song they said and hard. “Okay, okay,” she breathed, her own heart racing as she attempted compressions. Trying to remember who many before she was supposed to give air. How the fuck did this happen?

Why was there a pressure on his chest? Was something on top of him? Mateo wanted to keep resting his eyes, but now the pressure was coming in a cadence. Was that a 4/4 signature? What in the hell was happening? Before he knew it, the beat stopped and a warmth reached his…lips? That’s when Mateo shot his eyes open to see Leticia trying to blow air in his mouth. 

When she pulled away, he arched a brow, forcing his confused expression to fall into a devious smile. It worked, for the most part. Save for the way Mateo winced and rolled over in pain from the compressions Leticia was apparently giving him. “Jesus, Leti. Take a guy to dinner first. You know, before you try to Sleeping Beauty their ass.” It was better to joke for him, it masked the way his body was trembling from the loss of a mare’s version of blood and how much his body ached. 

Mateo took in a shuddered breath, struggling to his hands and knees as he tried to hide his ‘blood’. “Listen, I didn’t know you’d be here. I’ll clean up the mess later.” He coughed, managing to get to his unsteady feet. The whole attempt was useless, really. Mateo fell over almost immediately. “I gotta get home.” He stayed on the floor, giving himself a moment. “I’m fine. Just a crazy night out.” A lie, obviously, but the sooner he left, the better. There was no way he wanted Leticia to find out much more about him. The music was enough. 

He opened his eyes when she pulled away and her first reaction? Relief. Even as he made a joke about taking him to dinner to first and despite the confusion as to how he got there in the first place looking as ragged as he did—she was relieved. Leticia put a hand on his face and took a deep breath, realizing how cold he was. “Shit, I packed up the blankets already.” She started to take off her jacket as Mateo tried to stand.

“Fuck you—sit down.” The initial adrenaline of the sound of him falling seemingly through the ceiling had faded away, replaced with the panic that was all too familiar. The spirit was doing circles in her head, each movement felt like a step closer to losing control. Leticia squeezed her eyes shut and focused on the noises around her, trying to ground herself in the room and breathe through what was happening. 

But it was what she didn’t hear that forced her eyes open. But he was still talking. He was still looking at her. “You’re not fine,” she snapped at him. “How did you even get in here, I was by myself! I had just closed up everything and, I,” Leticia tried to force herself to say anything else, but her eyes fell toward the center of his chest, searching desperately for the sound that should have been there. “Why the fuck isn’t your heart beating? I can’t hear it.” 

Fuck you—

It made Mateo chuckle a little deliriously. “Hey, you told me you didn’t want to.” His eyes were heavy and half-lidded, his smile looking almost drunk from the loss of glitter. It had to be obvious by then, especially now that he was using Leticia for support. There probably was no use hiding what he was at that point, Mateo thought. He sighed. 

“Leticia, I’m fine.” He rubbed his eyes, “I don’t need a blanket. I don’t need your jacket. I…” Frustration was mounting as Leticia continued to fuss over him. It wasn’t something Mateo was used to. Not even his mother showed that kind of concern, always expecting the men to take care of themselves. The genuine distress Leticia displayed made his confident facade waver for a moment, only for his attention to be jarred with a question about his heart.

“What-what the fuck are you talking about?” Mateo looked down at his chest, scooting away from Leticia. “What do you mean you can’t hear my heart? You…” Mateo arched his brow curiously, a smile on the brink of tugging his lips at the possibility of a new supernatural comrade. “You different?” 

“Ha, ha,” Leticia grumbled in reply, but whatever frustration she had tried to put out immediately folded back into concern. He had been cold to the touch and he hadn’t been breathing. But he was determined to convince her that he didn’t need anything, but she still tried. Leaning over toward him with her jacket and tucking it around him with a frown on her face. “Just take it. It’ll make me feel better,” she then added, hoping that she could guilt him into taking it, if nothing else. 

But with the realization that his heart was not beating and he was still talking, Leticia found herself realizing that he was cold not because he had brushed against something that could have killed him, but because that was his natural state of being. How long had he been like this? Before she knew him? Had it happened in town? Had someone done this to him? 

He scooted away from her and Leticia sat fully on the ground, deflating at the overwhelming amount of information that she had been hit with. “Yeah,” she said. “I…” she started, scrubbing her hands over her face before shaking her head. “You first. What the fuck happened?” 

Anxiety wasn’t something that Mateo believed he was afflicted with. Most days were boring because of how little he feared. He conjured up people’s worst demons and pulled their screams from their throat, crawling like a monster beneath his victim’s bed. Mateo wasn’t supposed to feel such weak emotions like anxiety, so why did he at that moment? And why was his chest feeling like it was pulling itself apart when he looked at Leticia’s face? Despite the pain, Mateo tightly shut his eyes, black eye be damned. 

“Just…just give me a minute.” The mare huffed, rubbing his temples and scrubbing at his scalp. He knocked off Leticia’s and sighed with a hint of relief. At least his friend was different too. “I was trying to eat, man.” Mateo kept his eyes downcasted, avoiding Leticia’s gaze. “Picked the wrong fucking guy if that wasn’t fucking obvious.” His teeth gritted together, the prickling sensation of his emotions making him irritable. His friend didn’t deserve his attitude though, so he rolled his shoulders and took a few grounding breaths. While Mateo’s lungs didn’t need to function, it always felt relaxing to use them. 

“I managed to get away ‘cause I can use shadows and the astral. Jumped in since I didn’t think you’d be here. I…panicked.” Finally, Mateo removed his shades and looked up, revealing his glowing red eyes. “I’m this. A mare. I, uh…have been for a-a few years. Like…five?” There was more to be revealed, but giving out what he actually did for a living wasn’t something that Mateo wanted to do. Not yet. Or maybe not ever. Leticia was a good person, and if she knew, he could put her in danger, even if she was different and could possibly protect herself. 

“So, uh…what about you?”

Mateo snapped at her and for a moment, Leticia hesitated. Unsure of herself and their relationship, doubting each move she had made and over thinking—had she done something wrong? This wasn’t like when she reached out to Andy and she had flinched, or the silence that Emilio chose over drinks. But Mateo was here and talking but… how did he get there? It couldn’t have been by normal means, now that the gaps were filling out, had he expected to be alone here? 

She stayed quiet, giving him the room to speak, and even when he was voicing his frustration, even when it sounded like it was directed at her. Leticia’s dealings with anything undead had been heavily limited. She only knew of two others—and one she had killed. Her dark eyes turned away from his face and stared at the ground, trying not to get lost in herself as he spoke. “So that’s how you got in, I thought the ceiling was coming down,” Leticia said, trying to refocus on him, trying not to fall into the sinking feeling in her chest.

“Balam,” Leticia whispered, glancing at him but not meeting his gaze. “That incident on stage? In February when I went underground? The jaguar that was just a bad stage incident? The jaguar was me.” She didn’t tell him about the phone call or the grief and the fear, or that she hadn’t hurt anyone because while she hadn’t in the moment, she had fallen from that pedestal she had put herself on. Leticia swallowed, trying to push away all the discomfort. “Do you need anything? You look like shit.” 

“Yeah.” Leticia was offered a simple and curt nod, eyes diverting from hers again. They quickly went back to place though, upon her truth being spoken aloud. “Shit…” Mateo’s brows raised with surprise and a hint of awe. The footage from Leticia’s incident went viral, of course, and while Mateo tended to steer clear of that kind of media, he had seen it. It made him feel bad, if he was being honest. The jaguar looked scared and paced around, ready to attack. But…it had been Leticia—is Leticia.

“I’m sorry.” It was as sincere as Mateo could make it sound because he meant it. He was sorry, regardless of whether or not it was his fault. Jaguar or Leticia, the fear had been obvious, and all those flashing lights and loud noises…it sounded like hell. Was she alone in all of this? Mateo wondered and it made his chest tighten. Why did he care? He worried the inside of his cheek, chuckling dryly at Leticia’s comment to force himself to not think about her pain. 

“I’m good. Do you need anything? You…you seem like you’re having a rough go at it, fam.”

Mateo said she had a rough time and Leticia couldn’t help but laugh. And through all the tension and frustration, it felt good. Strange, but good. He had been one of the few people who knew who she was beyond the confines of this town, and now he knew her true nature too. Most of it, at least. And it shouldn’t have been funny. It should have been terrifying. It should have been vulnerable and wrong, because most of the time the confession felt that way. 

“You look like shit,” Leticia reminded, looking at him once again. “I don’t know… how you heal or what you need, but if there’s something I can get you…” The offer was on the table. Bandages, beer, whatever he wanted. But after a beat, she circled back around to his apology, having ignored it at first because she didn’t want that, didn’t need it. “It was a shit hand I was dealt that night. A lot happened and… that can happen when I feel too much. I get overwhelmed and the claws come out.” Literally. But she could only manage so much of a joke in the moment. 

Mateo couldn’t help but laugh along with Leticia. It all felt so surreal and like the two of them needed to let out their delirium in some way. When the laughter died down, Mateo bit his lip and pondered for a moment, trying to find the right words for the friend. It felt strange to care so much, but he did. Wherever that would lead, Mateo wasn’t sure, and he didn’t know if he even wanted to find out, but until then, he supposed all he could do was ride it all out.

“I gotchu, I hope you know that. Secrets, and all that. You don’t gotta worry. Honestly, it’s kinda nice that more than one person knows what I am.” The only other one being Mateo’s brother, and now Mackenzie, but that hardly felt like the knowledge had any weight to those two. It was practically nothing for his sibling, but he wasn’t going to dive into that while his mind was abuzz with anxiety and adrenaline.

“Heal like shit. Like a human. Nothing speedy.” Mateo moved his hand from his stomach, showing the glitter that covered his palm. “Give me some beer or whiskey and I’ll be fine. Maybe a first-aid kit, too. I can patch myself up.” He chuckled, eyes going soft when Leticia’s joke fell as flat as she likely felt. Mateo sighed, brows wringing together worriedly before going back to his usual smug expression. If Leticia couldn’t joke, then Mateo would. He’d rather she be annoyed with him than feel the shitty depth of her emotions. It was probably the only thing he was good at besides nightmares. “Well, let’s chill a little and keep those claws away. Hopefully seeing me shirtless won’t make you feel too much, aye ma?” He winked with a grin, “Don’t try kissing me again, okay?”

Keeping secrets always felt like shit when Leticia was in the immediate proximity of someone that she knew she could trust. In her heart, she knew that Mateo wouldn't judge her, wouldn't shame her for all the things she was and all the things that she failed to be. But there was always a sliver of doubt that had been given to her by her manager. The constant reminders that if she wasn't perfect, that she'd be rejected. And this felt like a moment that was dangerously close to her showing too much of herself and being seen. Of all the times she played pretend being shown and suddenly not being the person that Mateo had liked in the first place.

But he dropped the topic, let it get buried under the humor that they both took comfort in, and Leticia welcomed it. Her eyes drifted to his hands when he showed her the glitter on them and the confusion was back on her face. What the fuck was that? "That's what you bleed?" It was horrifying in one hand, and on the other? It was glitter. "Does it spread like glitter?" Another horrifying thought was that if it really was what it looked like, that was going to be in the crevices of everything behind the counter. For weeks.

Huffing a laugh, Leticia braced herself on the counter before pushing herself into a standing position, only to put her hand on the top of Mateo's head and shove him slightly. "Shut the hell up." It had been about the shirtless comment, but then he told her not to kiss him again and she rolled her eyes. It was the comfortable banter they usually had with each other. He was feeling better already, or he was expertly faking it. Either way, the concern Leticia had been feeling lightened. "Only in your dreams."

“Yeah, it gets fucking everywhere. That’s why I typically steer clear of getting maimed. Obviously I fucked up this time.” Mateo sucked his teeth and rolled his eyes, annoyed but still having a light air about him. There would always be comments about the glitter part of him, he knew that, but that didn’t mean he had to like it. “That Stephanie Meyer bitch got so many things wrong and fucked everything up, man.” 

Mateo rubbed his head where he was shoved, overselling the victim card. He’d had his mind set on keeping to himself ever since he forced himself to leave home, but he was relieved that he hadn’t. Leticia, as rude and annoying and dumb as she was, Mateo enjoyed having her around. She was his friend, and that wasn’t a title he gave lightly. Not that he’d actually tell her. 

“Well, I guess there’s still a chance then.” Getting up from the floor, Mateo limped behind Leticia and shoved her back, groaning in between his chuckles as they walked. “You know, since I can’t sleep or dream.” He knew there really wasn’t, and he didn’t actually want a chance. Not with her. Not with anyone. If his past was any indication, Mateo knew he wasn’t fit for much more than passive laughter and one-night stands. Maybe the occasional jam session now, what with Leticia knowing his private hobbies. That was enough, Mateo thought. He didn’t deserve much more than that anyway. 

“Come on. I need some damn beer.”

[detectiveconnor]

connor will happily break your muse's ribs if that's a side effect of CPR, and you are not getting an apology for having saved your life

[ajpendragon]

Too Late

Rain lashed against the windows, providing a perfect backdrop to the instructor’s lecture. He had to admit, he wasn’t paying much attention. This was the third time this week they had discussed the same topic, and it was getting old. The storm at least provided something to focus on, to at least give the appearance he was listening. The lecture ended, and they all gathered their books as they headed out. 

“Hey, Echo.” Splits bumped his shoulder into his. “Ready for training?”

Echo sighed heavily. “Not really looking forward to it. This storm is going to make it miserable.”

“That’s half the fun. Besides, maybe they’ll call it early if the weather gets any worse.”

“We can always dream.” Echo dropped his books on his bunk, turning to begin suiting up in his combat gear. “Just, be careful out there today. It’s going to be slippery with all the rain.”

“Yes, mother.” Splits rolled his eyes, shrugging on his gear as well. “Now, come on, let’s go. We’re going to be late.”

The two of them jogged down the hallway side by side, the group getting larger the closer they got to the doors as more and more troopers joined them. Helmets securely in place, they stepped out into the rain. The trainers were already waiting for them, arms crossed. 

“Let’s go. Two laps of the track, double time.” 

“Yes sir.” They all chorused, heading out to the track, a narrow path that traveled around most of Tipoca City. Starting at a jog, they quickly worked their way farther onto the track, picking up speed as they went. If it weren’t for their helmets, they would all have been suffocated by now, the rain coming down in thick sheets. The higher the path got, the thicker the rain and the slicker the flooring. “Careful.” Echo grunted again, slowing slightly to help keep his footing. 

Splits ignored him, continuing on at his headlong pace, trying to take the next turn far too fast. Echo was too far behind to do anything as he watched Splits’ feet slide out from under him. He hit the railing, and for a moment it looked like it would hold, but then the metal crumpled and he tipped over, hurtling down with the rain. Echo skidded to a stop against the railing, leaning desperately over to see his friend. He hadn’t fallen in the water, thankfully, but was sprawled out on the walkway beneath, unmoving, his helmet knocked to the side.

Echo didn’t think he had ever run the track faster, his earlier caution discarded as he raced to get to his brother lying motionless below him. He dropped to his knees beside Splits, reaching hesitantly for him, afraid to aggravate a hidden injury. A quick assessment showed that he had gotten off fairly easy. No broken bones as far as Echo could tell, and nothing was bleeding. The worst he had was probably a mild concussion. Echo sighed in relief, sagging backwards onto the ground. Splits would be fine. 

Suddenly, he started choking. Echo hadn’t thought to put his helmet back on, too busy checking for a head injury, and he was drowning on land, the rain pouring into his lungs. Echo pulled him up hastily, situating him against his shoulder and turning his head so the water could run out of his mouth. He whacked his back, trying to force the water from his lungs. This close, Echo could feel every spasm of breath, every choked wheeze, and he felt it when it all stopped. Panicking, he dropped Splits onto his back, trying to stop the worst of the rain with his own body as he began chest compressions, desperately trying to keep his brother alive. 

He heard the trainers come up behind him, their footsteps loud even over the rain and his pounding heart. “Help me, please.” He begged. He could feel the bones in his fingers crack as he pressed them down against armor again and again. “He’s not breathing. You have to help me.” Tears began to drip from his eyes as no one moved, running down his cheeks beneath his helmet. “He’s still alive, we just need to get him out of the rain. Please.”

One of the trainers pulled him away, and he fought to get back to Splits until another joined, holding him back as a Kaminoan stepped through the doorway, a stretcher bed behind them. It wasn’t an infirmary bed, though. These were the ones they used when they took someone to get decommissioned, when the Kaminoans had decided that they were no longer worth the effort to help. 

“No!” Echo screamed, fighting to get free. “He’s still alive. You’re not delivering a perfectly good body to the grave. He just needs a little help.” He felt his shoulder pop out of its socket, but kept fighting. 

“He was reckless.” The Kaminoan said softly, their voice deceptively gentle. “He had received too many chances already. It is too late.”

“No! Please!” Echo thrashed and pleaded until long after his brother was out of sight. The trainers finally let him go, and he slumped to the ground, sobbing. 

“Come on.” One of them said, almost kindly. “Let’s get you taken care of.” 

Echo followed, sitting numbly as they set his broken fingers and popped his shoulder back into place. One by one they left him sitting alone, staring at his brother’s empty bunk. The last patted his good shoulder gently and seemed about to say something, before walking out, leaving Echo to his grief. It might be too late for Splits, but echo was resolved that it would never happen to another of his brothers again. The rain lashed against the window, and he finally cried himself to sleep.

[bearandbirdfan]

SuleMio Angst Edit

Context: Suletta's heart, under the effects of the Data Storms, starts to give out and Miorine does everything she can to keep Suletta's heart beating and alive.

[whumpy-daydreams]

CPR in hospitals

I did a post on doing cpr as a 'civilian' (i.e. in public with no equipment). But most people who follow me are writers! So here's how it goes down in hospital.

It varies on where someone is in hospital having a cardiac arrest, so this is just for if a patient is in a hospital bed with monitoring on.

The first sign is going to the monitor going crazy and the patient unconscious.

Step 1 - pull the emergency button and start chest compressions (they are still the most important thing!)

Step 2 - someone else will give rescue 'breaths' using an oxygen mask and bag (technically called a bag valve mask or BVM). Two breaths after every 30 compressions

Step 3 - someone else is cutting clothes off and putting defibrillator pads on. An anaesthetist may also intubate the patient and put them on a ventilator (this means you can do compressions continuously)

Step 4 - the defibrillator will scan the heart rhythm. If it's shockable (ventricular tachycardia or fibrillation) then everyone steps away while it shocks. As soon as it's safe, CPR continues (most defibrillators determine the rhythm and calculate voltage automatically)

Step 5 - if it's a non-shockable rhythm, give IV adrenaline ASAP

Step 6 - if it's a shockable rhythm, wait 2 minutes after first shock, check and shock again. Repeat a third time.

Step 7 - if the patient is still in cardiac arrest after 3 shocks, give IV adrenaline and amiodarone

Step 8 - continue CPR and give adrenaline every 5 minutes.

The person giving compressions should switch every 60 compressions (two cycles of 30) - the next person is counted in so there's no time without compressions

There are 10 main causes of cardiac arrest - while all of this is happening a team of doctors will be trying to work out the cause so they can treat it. I won't go into the causes because it's boring and technical.

CPR, defibrillation, and drugs will continue until the cardiac arrest stops or the patient is declared deceased.

If someone is in hospital because of hypothermia, remember! They're not dead until they're warm! (there have been cases of hypothermia patients being successfully resuscitated after over 5 hours of CPR!)

[serickswrites]

Breathe, Damn You!

Warnings: rescue, torture, electrocution, shock, cpr, restraints

Caretaker surged forward the moment that Whumper had been secured. They had to get to Whumpee. Had to make sure Whumpee was ok. 

Whumper had restrained Whumpee at the wrists and ankles so that they were standing and attached to a metal bed frame. Whumpee was slumped over, all their weight being held on their wrists. The electrodes attached to their chest trailed down to the car battery that Whumper had been using to torture them for who knows how long. 

“Whumpee?” Caretaker called as they turned off the battery, shocking themself in the process. But it didn’t compare to the hours of electrocution that Whumpee faced. 

Whumpee didn’t respond. Caretaker couldn’t even see if they were breathing. When Caretaker and the others had breached the room, Whumper had flipped the switch on to the highest setting, delivering what had to be an incredibly painful shock to Whumpee. Caretaker would never forget Whumpee’s shrieking as long as they lived. The shrieking and then silence. 

“Whumpee?” Caretaker said again as they reached Whumpee. 

Whumpee didn’t respond, but continued to hang in their restraints. Their eyes were closed and their jaw slack. 

With a sinking heart, Caretaker pressed their fingers to the pulse in Whumpee’s throat. But no beat came. “Hang on. Whumpee, hang on!” Caretaker quickly began to pry the cuffs off Whumpee’s ankles. Despite having the key to the cuffs, they were still hard to remove. “Hold on,” Caretaker said as they supported Whumpee while removing the wrist cuffs. Whumpee was not being freed fast enough. They weren’t breathing. They had no pulse. But Caretaker had to get Whumpee free before they could help them. 

As Whumpee slumped forward onto Caretaker once Caretaker had freed their wrists, Caretaker quickly got to work. There was no time. They began to pump Whumpee’s chest. “Come on, Whumpee. Come on.” 

Whumpee had to wake, had to breathe. Caretaker just found them. Caretaker found them. Whumper had been stopped! “Please, Whumpee. Please.”

Caretaker paused to give a rescue breath as Whumpee continued to remain pale and still. “Breathe, damn you! Breathe!” Caretaker urged. They couldn’t lose Whumpee. Not like this. 

“Damn it, Whumpee. Breathe!”

Caretaker’s pleas were suddenly interrupted by Whumpee’s sudden sharp breath. Caretaker sagged with relief, rubbing Whumpee’s chest as Whumpee coughed and sucked in air. “You’re ok, you’re ok, you’re ok,” they murmured. Because Whumpee was ok. And that’s all that mattered. 

[skyward-floored]

Whumptober Day 16: Flatline

Okay so I picked “flatline” but it’s not... EXACTLY flatlining. His heart’s kinda still going, so it only sort of counts but who cares anyway I got inspired by that one so that’s what it’s about—

...this one’s a little heavy.

(Also thanks @silvrash-797 for some help with ideas :)

Read on ao3

Warnings: serious injury, mention of broken bones, CPR is necessary

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It happened so fast that even when he looked back on it later, Four still wasn’t entirely sure what happened.

Their group was standing at the top of a cliff, discussing how best to climb down and studying the long fall below. Wild jumped out with his paraglider and was making lazy circles in the air while he studied the cliff, pointing out what looked like a less steep area for them to climb down.

They’d all just decided it was the safest way when something caught Four’s eye, something small and fast zipping over their heads—

An arrow?

...headed directly for Wild.

“Champion!” he shouted, but Wild hadn’t seen the arrow, and couldn’t turn fast enough to do anything.

It flew straight at him, slitting a hole right across Wild’s paraglider and catching it at the perfect angle to rip the top nearly in two.

Four watched almost in slow motion as Wild let out a single shocked yelp, the arrow embedding in his arm, then dropped like a stone through the air. He fell out of sight into the trees below them, but only seconds went by before Sky and Wind were already leaping down after him, their faces white as they snapped open their own gliders.

Four shook himself out of his shock and began frantically searching for the best way down the cliff, Twilight slamming a mask over his eyes and shooting an arrow into the forest behind them.

Four registered a scream from a monster as he began to go down the less steep side Wild had spotted only moments ago, and seconds later Twilight was beside him, his face drawn with worry. The others stayed back to fight the monsters that were running out of the woods, but Four knew they had the small group handled.

Wild was their priority.

They reached the bottom and Twilight turned into a wolf, nose in the air already sniffing. His ears perked, and Four hopped on his back before he tore off into the woods, paws pounding against the ground.

Four’s heart was in his throat as they ran, heart beating almost as loudly as Twilight’s pawsteps. He’s fine, surely he’s fine, he can survive a fall from that height, it’s not likely but it’s possible oh Goddesses please let him be okay—

Twilight nearly skidded to a stop, and Four had to clutch him in order not to be flung. He jumped off at Twilight’s nudge, and the wolf turned towards a particularly thick section of bushes, shoving his way through with Four following.

And on the other side was Wild, snapped twigs scattered all around him, lying in a small smear of blood.

Twilight practically threw himself forward, changing into a hylian as he moved, and Four ran up beside him in horror. Wild lay crumpled in a heap among the bushes, blood trickling from his nose, his arms both at odd angles. The offending arrow stuck up out of his shoulder, but Four barely noticed, his gaze stuck on the rest of him.

“Wild— Champion, can you hear me?” Twilight said frantically, fluttering his hands overtop of him, unsure of what to do. Four took a slow step closer, unable to look away from Wild, eyes glued to his chest.

Wild was still.

Too still.

“Link, come on,” Twilight choked out, and Four dropped to his knees beside him, still staring at his chest.

“He’s not breathing,” Four said suddenly, the realization like a splash of cold water. “Twi he’s not—”

Twilight made a choked noise and Four lurched forward, carefully setting his head over Wild’s chest.

A thin, thready beat met him.

“He’s not gone yet,” Four gasped, and looked at Twilight, his face twisted in horror, eyes shiny. “We don’t have any fairies, we need Hyrule, you gotta go get him.”

Twilight stared between him and Wild with an agonized expression, but then he bolted back into the woods, shifting into a wolf as he went.

Four turned back to Wild, and breathed out, panic threatening to overwhelm him.

Not right now, you need to get him breathing again! his brain shrieked, and Four quickly moved to make sure Wild was in a good enough position.

Then he started rhythmically pressing on Wild’s chest, trying to remember the exact technique to get him breathing.

It had been a long time since part of him had read that medical book, but he still remembered most of what to do. Up and down in a regular beat on the chest, then breathing air back into the person’s lungs, back and forth to get their breathing going.

He just hoped it would be enough until Twilight came back.

Distantly he heard Sky and Wind run up, heard their gasps of horror, saw in the corner of his eyes as they kneeled at his side, but his focus was on Wild, and trying to get him to breathe.

Push down hard, but not too hard, stop and breathe into his lungs, start the compressions again—

More footsteps pounded next to him, and a hand suddenly pulled at his shoulder, despite how Four tried to throw it off.

He couldn’t stop, he had to keep going or Wild would be in an even worse state when Twilight came back, he might not even be able to be saved—

“Four, we have Hyrule, you need to let him work!” a voice shouted, and Four stopped pushing, letting the hands tug him backwards.

He watched almost dazedly as Hyrule moved to where he’d been kneeling, hands glowing a bright, intense blue. Warriors was next to him, saying something as he felt along Wild’s neck and shoulders, but Four could only watch in silence, blood roaring in his ears.

Please let it have been enough please let it have been enough please—

Wild jerked slightly, and Four heard a gasp of relief beside him, Legend pulling a shaking Hyrule back from Wild. The traveler began to argue, but Legend didn’t budge, and when Hyrule nearly fell over, the veteran pulled him further out of the way.

Four could only watch as Wild slowly stirred, Warriors working to make sure Hyrule had done what he’d needed. Wild’s eyes flickered uncertainly, and blood still trickled from his nose, but he was already trying to sit up, Warriors firmly stopping him from moving.

“He’s breathing, he’s okay, you and Hyrule did it Four,” Twilight breathed from next to him, and Four could only nod, still watching Wild.

The champion couldn’t even keep his eyes open all the way, and Time knelt next to him then, helping Warriors with the arrow Hyrule had accidentally healed into Wild’s arm. Four watched as Twilight moved to grab Wild’s hand, and the champion’s eyes closed again, face creased with pain.

Four swallowed. He’s fine, he’s fine he’s fine he’s fine he’s fine.

Sky gave him a concerned look from where he was kneeled, and moved closer to him, a hand settling over his.

“Are you all right Smithy?” he asked, and Four nodded yet again, reaching up to rub at his cheek.

His hand came back damp.

Four blinked in surprise, staring at the tears on his fingers and wondering when exactly he’d started crying. Why was he even crying at all? He wasn’t hurt, and Wild was okay now, breathing and being tended to by the others. There wasn’t any reason...

A wet hiccup suddenly escaped him, and Sky moved forward and pulled him into his arms, rubbing his back when a sound more like a sob came out.

“You did it Four, he’s alive, he’s okay,” Sky said a bit shakily, and Four swallowed, trying not to utterly break down in Sky’s arms.

He wasn’t usually one for hugging, at least not all the time. But under the current circumstances, the memory of Wild’s motionless body still sharp in his mind...

He sank further into Sky’s arms, and didn’t resist when he pulled his sailcloth over him, a hand running through his hair.

“He’s okay,” Sky repeated quietly, and Four clung to those words like a drowning man.

He’s okay.

[callaeidae3]

Whumptober2023 Day 16 - Flatline | "Don't go where I can't follow"

[promptsforyourwhumpfic]

Whump Prompt #1313

Anon asked:

Do you have any prompts for a whump involving CPR? I discovered your blog and instantly fell in love😊

Thank you for the kind words! I have a couple, but I want to preface that I am in no way a medical professional, so I am relying on internet sources.

CPR alone is unlikely to restart the heart. Its main purpose is to restore the partial flow of oxygenated blood to the brain and heart. The objective is to delay tissue death and to extend the brief window of opportunity for a successful resuscitation without permanent brain damage. (Wikipedia)

Unlike the movies, people do not just gasp awake. Apparently, it is quite uncommon for people to suddenly sit upright as though noting happened. Maybe your characters are shocked by this, as they expected their friend to just be 'fine' straight away...

CPR can also have quite a few side effects (CPR Select)

For example, our whumpee is most definitely going to have bruised, cracked or broken ribs.

Your whumpee could aspirate, causing aspiration pneumonia (mild emetophobia tw) (Penn Medicine)

And finally, your whumpee could suffer some form of damage from hypoxia - where their brain is starved of oxygen. Maybe those who administered the CPR feel intense guilt, as instead of being dead, the whumpee may have a lower quality of life/suffer through the consequences and rehab.

[sweetchildcloud]

hii. Okay so I'm kinda timid to ask for this request, but I'll just put it out here. If you don't want to do it it's totally fine and you can ignore this ask

I want to request a Nanami x reader fic where he has to do cpr on the reader. preferably female reader but gender neutral reader is totally fine as well. The angstier the better, but with a happy ending please

||Breathe || written by me

🔞 Nanami x reader| Minors DNI| TRIGGER WARNING 🔞

Tags:Cpr,angst,comfort,happy ending,disphoria,Nanami x fem!reader,night at the beach,drowning,fluff,cheesy

i'm no english native so sorry for some mistakes

please reblog 🔁 and like❤️

p.s.:hope you like with a tiny hint of body dhisporia

@muzansslxt

You walk towards Nanami kissing his cheek "can we go out for a coffe?"

Nanami gives you a small smile, gently brushing your hair aside "Of course, I would love to."

You purred against Nanami touch snuggling on his neck "buuut can we take it on the beach?" You asked making those puppy eyes

Nanami chuckles, running his fingers through your hair "To see the sunset, hm?" His voice grows softer, as if imagining the scene "We can take a walk through the sand, see the waves crash… Maybe see some stars as the night falls…"

You snuggle more into Nanami touch "Yes"

Nanami chuckles affectionately, wrapping his arms around you "I know just the spot…"

You snuggled more into Nanami chest purring and cooing

Nanami chuckles, gently playing with your hair "And afterwards we'll find somewhere private…"

Nanami chuckles again, holding you close "Where we can just… Lay down for a while…"

"Snuggling under the umbrella" you added cooing

Nanami chuckles "Mhm mhm… Let's just cuddle and watch the sun fade away together…"

𓇼𖦹 ⋆☀︎. 𖦹 𓇼𓇼𖦹 ⋆☀︎. 𖦹 𓇼𓇼𖦹 ⋆☀︎. 𖦹 𓇼𓇼𖦹 ⋆☀︎. 𖦹 𓇼𓇼𖦹 ⋆☀︎. 𖦹

The waves crash against the shore, the air carrying the salt of the sea and the summer breeze. Nanami holds you close to his chest as you walk down, the sky a mixture of pinks, reds, and purples. The sun slowly starts to dip behind the horizon, the sea becoming darker as the sky begins to turn. You make your way to a secluded spot away from the crowd, sand beneath your feet and only the gentle lapping of water surrounding you.

You were sitting on the beach towel looking at the waves but not daring to took away your cover up dress,too ashamed of your own body

Nanami sits next to you on the towel, watching the waves crash against the shore. He sighs softly as he gazes at the sea, lost in his thoughts. Then he glances at you "… You know I don't mind if you don't want to take off your cover up… There's no need to force yourself if you feel uncomfortable…"

Nanami sighs, noticing your discomfort, but knows better than to force anything on you, not wanting to makeyou feel even more uncomfortable. He wraps his arm around your shoulders, brushing the hair off your face "You're beautiful the way you are, you know that… Even in your cover up and all…"

"… Plus… It'll look pretty cool if you got a tan while still covered up…" Nanami chuckles softly, gently squeezing your shoulder

Nanami watches your every move as you let the waves splash against your body, your feet slowly sinking into the shallow water. He remains seated, taking in the sight before him, watching the sun dip below the horizon, painting the sky in shades of red and orange. The sky slowly begins to darken, the waves grow calm, and Nanami can see a plethora of stars beginning to dot the black sky.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?…" Nanami's voice breaks the silence, his words carried by the gentle breeze

"I've always found the ocean to be quite peaceful… In a sense, it's sort of a mirror to life… The waves crashing against the shore… Coming and going… And then there are nights like this, where the ocean is as still as a mirror, the sky above us reflecting the calmness and beauty of the universe itself…" Nanami's gaze is fixed on the sky above you cherishing it

"You know… I've always heard that the sea reflects the sky… So in a sense…" Nanami chuckles "It might as well be reflecting your beauty…"

"… You know… The ocean is a vast and endless place… And yet… No matter where you are, as long as you're looking at it… The view is always the same…" Nanami gently strokes your hair "Much like how I always view you… No matter how many times I look at you… I always see the same beautiful person…"

The peaceful scene of the ocean begins to distort, the waves crashing against the beach slowly morphing into a more aggressive tone. The calmness of the night is suddenly replaced by a frantic scene as Nanami's voice is drowned out by the sound of waves, replaced by cries and screams of despair. He is suddenly thrown into a scene of chaos, watching himself perform CPR as he desperately tries to save your life, desperately grasping onto any bit of hope.

Panicked screams and terrified shouting fill the air, tears and sweat dripping from his face as he presses frantically onto your chest . His heart pounding in his chest, he feels powerless, helpless. Every part of him is pleading and praying to any deity or being, begging for your life to be saved. He refuses to give up, even if he feels like it's a lost cause. He refuses to give up. He refuses. He will not lose you.

"Breathe, dammit! Breathe! Come on, please. Please, don't you dare leave me!" Nanami's voice is strained as he desperately gives you CPR.

And yet… The silence suddenly returns, the cries of desperation suddenly vanishing as the peaceful sight of the ocean returns. He feels… calm again. No longer frantic, he feels… a sense of relief wash over him, his arms no longer shaking. He can breathe. He's at peace. A peace that is suddenly interrupted by your gasping, pulling in a full breath of air. After a couple of seconds, your body begins to stir, coughing out the water that had remained in your lungs. Nanami's arms immediately clutch tightly around you as tears begin to stream down his face.

"Honey, can you hear me?…" *Nanami's voice shakes as he asks, fear still evident in his tone. He grips onto you tight, the sense of relief washing over him as he feels your body move, your chest heaving, breathing and coughing, alive once again.

"My God, you scared me to death, I thought I had lost you…" Nanami murmurs, his voice full of relief, hugging you tightly to his chest. Tears spill out of his eyes as his relief turns to joy. He holds you closer, desperate to make sure you're really alive, to make sure that this isn't just a figment of his imagination.

"I… I'm so sorry…" you mutter,your voice raspy and hoarse. You weakly grips onto Nanami as you're pulled in closer, your body trembling but slowly stabilises itself. Your eyes are half-lidded, barely staying open. Though you're conscious, you still seems to be in a daze.

Nanami holds you closer, gently brushing the hair out of your eyes. "Don't say sorry, shh…" He gently strokes your hair as he continues to hold you close "… I'm just… just glad you're alive…"

"I…" you continued to murmur, but Nanami cuts youoff, gently placing his finger against your lips "Don't say anything more… We can talk later, okay? Right now… all that matters is that you're alive.."

"Y-yeah…" you nods slowly, your eyes still half-lidded, your body still trembling but slowly getting better. You wrap your arms tightly around Nanami, holding him close as you buried your face into his chest. Nanami wraps his arms tightly around you, pulling you close and letting him hold you as tightly as he needs.

"what happend…i just remember you talking and then…"

"Shh, It's alright." Nanami says, gently wrapping his arms firmly around you as he brushes the hair out of your face "I-It was just a wave…. You just… You got caught up in the current… and got carried away…"

"… But your safe and alive now…" Nanami says, gently caressing your hair "and that's all that matters…"

"But what if I didn't make it?" you asked softly, fear still evident in your voice "What if you weren't there?…"

"But I was there." Nanami reassures you, running his fingers through your hair "And I would do anything to save someone I love… Especially you…"

"…" You still seems shaken by the event, but your grip around Nanami slowly loosens, slowly letting go as the adrenaline from earlier begins to wear off. Nanami continues to hold you close, gently strokingyour hair as tears of relief start to stream down his face.

"And I love you." Nanami sighs, looking at you in the eyes "More than anything… So don't ever forget that…"

"I love you too…" you said softly, your voice still raspy, your eyes barely opening. You lean your head against his shoulder, resting in Nanami's arms, exhausted and shaken from the experience.

"Let's just… relax here for a while… Maybe we can go back home in a while…" Nanami says, gently rubbing your back "I'll just.. let you rest…"

[whumpshots]

Whumptober #25

Trope of the day: “They’re not breathing!”

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When caretaker finally arrives at the scene, it's even worse than they expected it to be. Too many are injured, one looks worse than the other. They don't even have the time to catch their breath as team mate runs up and grabs their arm to pull them with them.

"Wh-what are you doing?", caretaker says after finally finding their voice, the shock slowly leaving their system so they can think clearly again.

“They’re not breathing,” team mate rasps and tries to get them to quicken their pace, but caretaker finally snaps back into reality and hurries forward.

Another team mate sits beside whumpee's lifeless body, doing cpr as good as they can, sobs shaking their body every few seconds. “They’re not breathing,” they call out, and caretaker softly pushes them away to try their best and get whumpee back.

Their hands are experienced, a steady rhythm that cracks some of the ribs of the cold body beneath them. A steady rhythm that helps caretaker not lose their mind.

[steddieunderdogfics]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/40228779

for challenge Monday if you still need recs! (or just a general rec. thought this was cute!)

Exit Light, Enter Night by Sharkyofthesea

@book-loving-lesbians

Rating: Teen and Up

1,677 words, 1/1 chapters

Archive Warning: No Warnings

Tags: Technically major character death, but he literally comes back to life immediately, tw death, basically eddie dies but steve saves him, Steddie Brainrot, steddie, i am not cpr certified, CPR, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, Cardiopulmonary Resuscitation, steve's a lifegaurd so ofc he knows cpr, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Not Canon Compliant, Eddie Munson Lives, i am a #eddielives truther, Gay Eddie Munson, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Fluff, Angst, Fluff and Angst, robin says be gay do crime, dustin is my baby boy, Fix-It, One Shot, Short One Shot, this is for all you girlies traumatized by st4 ep8, Stranger Things Spoilers, what is it like to die i don't know i just made shit up, Girl what the fuck is this, finally learned how to write in present tense, two bros chillin in hospital beds five feet apart bc they kinda gay, Hospitals, tw broken bone mention, Blood and Injury, Major Character Injury

Summary:

If this is what dying is like, Eddie thinks, then I think I’m ready to die. So he lets go of his last shred of consciousness and drifts away. Except, for some reason, he doesn’t. ~~ Basically what if the group had made it to Eddie and Dustin just a little bit sooner and what if Steve could save Eddie using CPR.

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[dragonpyre]

I just love hurting Jason