#I've got a pulse

[topguncortez]

Day 6: Proof of life ➢prompt: "I've got a pulse" ➢character: Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Shy!Wife ➢warnings: car accident, severe injuries, description of gruesome injuries, blood loss, trauma. ➢word count: 3.5k ➢Opposites Attract Masterlist

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It wasn’t normal for it to rain in California. Actually, when it did rain, it seemed like the whole city had shut down. Jake wasn’t a fan of rain, growing up on a ranch in Texas, rain meant that you can’t work. That statement had stayed true for Jake when he became a pilot. Rain meant no flying, no training. Rain meant having the day off to cuddle with his wife on the couch. Except today, it meant going to visit her parents. They had kept the kids this past weekend while Y/N and Jake went to a retirement for his old commander up in Lemoore. They were set to drive back today, but the sky decided to become gray and rain. 

“It’s like no one knows how to freaking drive in the rain,” Jake grumbled as he adjusted the speed of the wipers against his windshield, “And when is this shit going to stop?” 

“You’re so grumpy when it comes to rain,” Y/N giggled, looking out the window at the falling rain. Unlike her husband, Y/N loved the rain. Most of her childhood, her father got lucky to be stationed in Washington State, where it rained 90% of the time. She had grown up in the rain and cold, and loved it. It probably was why she was so cuddly and loved physical touch. Rain made her feel cold, but snuggling up to Jake made her feel warm. It was the only thing Jake liked about rainy days. 

“No, it’s just idiots can’t drive,” Jake said and sat back in his seat a little, “We should take the kids to Colorado for Christmas. Jasper and Max have never seen snow before, and Eli is old enough to get on skis now.” They hadn’t been to Colorado since Eli was born. Jake’s parents had a cabin, and he had spent winters as a child there for all of Christmas break. As much as Y/N loved rain, she also loved the snow as well. 

“And what if it snows there?” 

“At Least they know how to drive in the snow,” Jake said, and looked over at her, as she rolled her eyes with a laugh. 

“You are just so critical because you hate- JAKE!” 

Jake gasped as he slammed on the break, and felt his body jolt forward. The sound of smashing metal and breaking glass was loud. The deploying of the airbags were like a bomb going off in his ears as he felt the force breaking his nose. The silence though, the silence was the loudest thing as the car came to a halt after being hit. The scent of copper filled the air, as neither one of them moved, simply frozen in place. 

The lights were blinding against the dark gray sky. There was a slight haze from the rain filled sky, and the smoke from the cars, which just made the flashing blue and red lights even brighter. The rain felt even colder as it fell. Slowly, the distant sound of sirens sounded even louder in Jake’s ears, as his green eyes fluttered and looked around. He could remember where he was, and what happened. 

‘I hit a car or something’ Jake thought, as he tried to turn his head and looked around, but was met with extreme pain ‘Whiplash’ he cursed. 

“Y/N?” He asked. There was no answer as he brought his hand up to his nose, wiping the dripping blood away, “Y/N?!” He went to move to her, but was stopped by a medic holding his body. 

“Sir, do not move,” The medic said. 

“No, my wife,” Jake said, trying to move again. 

“Sir, you can not move, we have to stabilize you.” The medic repeated, “Let’s brace him and move. They gotta cut her side open.” 

“Y/N!” Jake cried out again, feeling the hands of the medics on him. He felt the collar go around his neck, and was already rolling his eyes at it. He was fine, he could probably walk out of the car right now. All he needed was to hold his wife, and an extra strong dosage of advil. Jake groaned as they moved his body out of the car and onto a stretcher. His green eyes finally saw her, and he felt like his world had just stopped. 

She was pinned forward, her body passive against the dashboard. Her head was turned to face him, and he could see a large shard of glass stuck in her forehead. Her pretty hair was matted with blood, and so was her face. He could also see that her leg was bleeding as well. The white dress she was wearing was now a dark shade of red. She looked like she was sleeping, and Jake couldn’t see the rise and fall of her chest. 

“Is she alive!? Please, no, that’s my wife!?” Jake yelled, trying to get out of the stretcher. 

“Sir, you can’t move, you need to stay still,” The medic said, “If you don’t stop, we will sedate you.” 

“Please just. . . Please,” Jake cried. 

“Let’s get it cut!” A firefighter said, and Jake watched with horror as they cut the door to the side of his car. Another medic covered her with a sheet, but Jake could still see her lifeless face as the loud sound of metal filled the air, “Alright! On their count, they’ll move her.” 

Jake watched with bated breath as a medic moved into the driver’s seat and placed his fingers on her neck. He felt his heart drop when the medic had to move his fingers trying to find her pulse. The two medics in the car shared a look, and the other one tried to find a pulse. 

“I got it, I’ve got a pulse!” The female medic said, and Jake closed his eyes letting out a shaky breath, “My count, let’s get the collar on and move.” 

A loud groan erupted out of her pink lips as she was moved slightly and a cold, hard plastic collar was placed around her neck, keeping her from turning her head. Y/N could hear the yelling from the medics, and a sudden rush of warmth, as blood poured out of the wound on her stomach. Y/N could feel their hands, jumping and moving quickly to cover and stop the blood from leaving. She coughed, her whole body convulsing, as pink frothy blood escaped her lips. Her eyes shot open as she looked up at the gray sky and at the medics in front of her. 

‘Just let me go,’ She thought, ‘Oh my god, is that our car?’ The semi that hit them was in the ditch opposite of them, the damage not recognizable compared to her 4 door SUV that was in pieces, ‘Oh my god, it hurts’ The medic’s eyes moved quickly to the shard of glass sticking out of her chest. They grabbed a piece of tape, and taped it in place, their hands pressing softly on the area to stop the blood.

“Stay with us,” The medic said, as they moved you quickly from the side of the road, to the ambulance, “Keep your eyes open, keep your heart beating.” Y/N blinked twice, a sign for ‘yes’ as they slammed the doors to the ambulance shut. She looked at the ceiling of the ambulance, stickers littered the top, probably for the young kids they take to the hospital. She tried to fight the feeling of tiredness filling her body, the warmth of falling asleep becoming more inviting. The last thing she had heard was yelling and someone pounding on the top of the ambulance to get the driver to drive faster.

Jake watched from a far as they quickly moved his wife to an awaiting ambulance. He didn’t even get a chance to see her, before they were pulling out of the scene, lights and sirens blaring. The medics that were with Jake shared a look, before loading him up and following in suit of their other rig. 

The waiting room was filled with the dagger squad and the Seresin family. Bradley had gotten the call from the hospital about Y/N and Jake’s accident. Jake had made Bradley his second emergency contact after the Uranium Mission. Bradley knew it, and he hoped he’d never get a call like this. He had contacted the rest of the dagger squad as well as Y/N’s parents since they lived in the area and had the kids. Bob and Phoenix had picked up the kids from Y/N’s parents and brought them to the hospital. No one knew the extent of Y/N’s injuries, but they knew Jake was going to be okay. He had a broken nose and a sprained wrist, as well as a pulled muscle in his neck. 

“When can we see momma?” Eli asked his Uncle Bob. Bob was currently on the floor with Jasper and Maxwell climbing all over him. 

“Not sure, buddy,” Bob said, and looked over at Rooster, who had just gotten back from seeing Jake, “How is he?” 

“Fine, asking for the best plastic surgeon to look at his nose,” Bradley said, sitting down in a chair. Ella quickly ran over to Bradley, making her way into his lap. He hugged her and kissed her forehead, “No other updates though.” They had all tried to not say anything about Y/N the best they could. Partly because they didn’t know about her condition, and because they wanted Jake to be the one to talk to his kids about it. 

“Uncle Coyote!” Alex giggled, as Coyote tickled him. 

“We should take them home soon,” Phoenix said, holding Jasper, “It’s getting late.” 

“Jake will want to see them,” Coyote said. 

“The nurse back there said he’ll be up soon, he’s signing discharge stuff,” Rooster said, “We’ll let him see them, and then take them back home.” 

“Her parents?” Bob asked. Rooster just shrugged. 

Jake had signed the discharge papers as quickly as he could, but they seemed to be never ending. All he wanted was to hold his kids and get an update on his wife. The last image of her spitting up blood was ingrained in his mind and he just wanted to know if she was okay. The only thing stopping him from going completely crazy was the fact that she did have a pulse when they left the scene. There was that bit. 

“Mr. Seresin?” His nurse, Marie, said in the doorway. She was an older lady, and certainly put Jake in his place when he pushed the young intern's hands away from his nose, “You have some visitors.” She gave him a smile, and stepped back. Jake smiled at the sight of his five kids, Alex and Ella running right to him. Eli held onto Rooster’s hand, as he held Jasper in one arm, and Phoenix held Maxwell in the other. 

“Dad!” Ella said, and climbed up on the bed. Jake grunted in pain, but brushed it off as she hugged him, “You have an ouchie.” 

“I do, baby,” Jake said, and Ella’s hands pushed tears back from his face. 

“No cry, dada,” Eli said, still not leaving Rooster’s side. That poor kid hated hospitals more than any of them. His first year of life they had been in and out of the hospital, and Jake hated seeing him back here, even though it was for him and not Eli this time. 

“I know buddy, come here,” Jake said and Eli reluctantly went towards his dad. Alex helped his little brother climb up on the bed, and curled himself into Jake’s side. “What are you monkeys doing up this late?” Jake asked, and kissed his son’s forehead. 

“Uncle Rooster picked us up from Nana and Papa’s,” Alex said, “Said you and mom got hurt.” 

“Momma okay?” Ella asked, and Jake looked at Rooster and Phoenix who were still holding one of the twins in their arms. 

“Uh. . . Momma got hurt, and it’s- it’s bad,” Jake said honestly, “The doctors are still working on her to try and make her feel better. It might be a while before you guys get to see her. The doctors are going to want to make sure she is 100% okay to be able to see you rascals.” Jake tickled the two kids by his side. 

“Did she get hurt like Rooster’s daddy?” Eli asked, his big green eyes looking up at him. 

Jake looked up at his friend and sighed. The kids had always been curious about things and had asked Rooster about his parents, and Bradley had been honest with them (of course asking Y/N and Jake for permission first). The old two Seresin kids knew what death was, and somewhat understood what happens when you die. Eli was still grasping it, it was a hard concept for a three year old to understand, and Jasper and Maxwell. . . well they were not even two yet. 

“Yeah she got hurt. . . Not sure how bad it is yet,” Jake said, and felt himself getting choked up again. 

“She’s not going with Rooster’s daddy though,” Ella said determinedly, “She’s going to stay here and get better.” 

“I hope so, baby,” Jake said. The Seresin kids stuck around a little bit longer before Phoenix and Rooster decided it was time for them to go. They had agreed to take the kids back to the Seresin house and stay with them until Jake would come home. Jake hugged his kids and squeezed them a bit tighter, saying goodnight and that he loved them, before they left. His heart broke as he watched them walk out of his room, and the sound of their voices faded. 

“They are beautiful,” Marie said, coming in after they left and checking his vitals. 

“That’s all my wife’s doing,” Jake said, and wiped his tears, “Can I see her?” 

Marie nodded, “I’ll get a tech in here to take you down. I’ll make a call and get things arranged so you can be in her room. They usually don’t let you stay with ICU patients. . . but no one likes to make me mad.” 

“I bet,” Jake smiled, “Can we request to have you as our nurse?” 

“Like I said, no one likes to make me mad,” Marie said, and walked out of the room. 

The care tech came and got Jake about ten minutes after Marie left. Jake hated having someone help him stand up from a bed to a wheelchair. He also felt weak as they wheeled him down the hallway towards the elevator. He shot Marie a glare and she just shrugged, they both knew it was out of her control, it was a hospital protocol. It felt like the longest elevator ride of his life all the way to the 7th floor. The lights were dimmed in the hallway since it was the middle of the night. But still the lights seemed so bright as he stared at her through the glass walls, laying so still, tubes and wires coming out of her body. He could see the small rise and fall of her chest, her heart was still beating. The tech opened the door slowly and wheeled Jake in. She looked so fragile, like if he breathed wrong, she would break. The tech placed his wheelchair by her bed and left the room. Jake grabbed her hand and squeezed it, as tears fell down his face. 

“Oh, baby,” He sighed out and let the tears fall down his face. Y/N’s hand was still warm, and he swore that she had gripped his hand, but that was just in his mind. He ran his hand over her hair, blood matted parts of it, and a white bandage was wrapped around her head. He placed her limp hand on his cheek, something that Y/N would do quite often as a sign of affection, “It’s all up to you, okay. If you… If you need to go, then you go. Don’t worry about us, okay. The kids and I will be here waiting for whatever you decide. But if you do go… wait for me, okay?” Jake leaned over to her and kissed her forehead. He sat down in the chair next to her and watched and waited.

Doctors and nurses gave him a sad smile every time they would come in to either administer drugs, check her vitals, or shine a bright light in her eyes. Each one said the same thing: “She’s stable” and would walk away to go check on other patients. And that’s how it went for three days. Her parents, Rooster, Phoenix, Bob, and sometimes even Mav or Penny would bring Jake food, a change of clothes and some company while he refused to leave her side. The only time he did leave her side was to go down and see the kids. He didn’t want them seeing their mother like that. No child should have to see their mother in such a state. When no one was there, Jake talked to Y/N like she could respond, telling her about things the kids did at school, or the latest celebrity drama, or showing her pictures of the kids. 

It was on day four that it all hit the fan. Jake had talked with Marie and the doctors, and had agreed to letting Alex and Ella see their mother. Alex was 10, and Ella was 7, they could handle the sight a little bit better than the littles. Jake had gone down to talk to them in the lobby, making sure they were both okay with going to see their mom, before taking them up to the seventh floor. He had been walking down the hallway, when he saw the rush of nurses and doctors going towards her room. He stopped in his tracks, holding Ella in his arms and Alex’s hand. He felt his heart stop as Marie rushed by him, and gave him a sad look. Jake stood helplessly in the hall, his two kids by him, as they rushed by with Y/N, a faint trail of blood following down the hallway towards the operating room. 

The Dagger Squad had left work as soon as Jake called them in distress. Penny had come up and taken Alex and Ella, taking them to go see a movie and get ice cream, anything to help distract them from what they saw. Jake suddenly felt like the worst parent ever, exposing his kids to that trauma. He had no idea what it was going to be like now for them. 

“I kinda hate this,” Bradley said, and sighed, sitting back in his chair, “The only other time I’ve sat in a waiting room was with my mother.” 

“Respectfully, Bradshaw, shut the fuck up,” Jake said, and Phoenix glared, “Sorry.” 

“No I get it, should’ve just kept quiet.” 

“No, I’m sorry, it’s just. . . Why is this taking so long?” Jake said, and stood up from his spot, “They said she threw a clot, which isn’t uncommon, but. . . this is taking longer than the first surgery. This is all my fault.” 

“Jake, it was an accident,” Phoenix said. 

“I was bitching about the goddamn rain,” Jake mumbled, “I hate fucking rain.” 

“You didn’t cause that accident and neither did the other driver. It was just. . . an accident.” 

That was the worst part for Jake, was having no one to blame. He lived a life, where there was always someone to blame. Losing a dogfight, equipment not being in, broken plates, anything around him, he could always find something or someone to blame. But how could he blame the rain for almost killing his wife? It sounded ridiculous even thinking about it. 

Slowly, the members of the Dagger Squad left, going home to their houses or partners, leaving Jake alone. They all wanted to stay by his side, but he told him it would bring him comfort knowing they went home for a good night's sleep and to go to work tomorrow. Jake sat alone in the waiting room, staring off into space as he waited. He couldn’t remember when he dozed off, but he startled awake when the doctor shook his shoulder and called out his name. The doctor’s face was unreadable as Marie stood behind him and refused to look Jake in the eye. 

Jake stood up and the doctor took a deep breath before beginning to speak. 

Jake’s steps felt like lead as he walked down the hallway. He took a deep breath before opening the door and going to the side of the bed. He sat down and grabbed her hand. Jake closed his eyes letting tears fall down his cheeks. He gently touched her forehead, which was now bandage free. Her body was stiff, and felt an odd temperature, she wasn’t cold but she wasn’t her normal temperature. He leaned down and kissed her cheek, whispering in her ear. He sat back down in his chair and just held her hand, looking at her face. Jake waited for her parents to come in, and see her, not leaving her side until they said it was time to. 

That night, Jake went home for the first time in a week, and held his kids a bit tighter.

A/N: is this an AU for Opposites Attract?? Idk. Stick around and find out :)

[random-fandom-whump]

Whumptober Day 6: "I've got a pulse." ↳ Stargate Atlantis S01E04

[omgiamwish]

Whumptober 2022 Day 6 - "I've got a pulse"

[lost-shoe]

Superman & Lois - All Is Lost (2.13)

Whumptober 2022

No. 6 I’VE GOT A PULSE

[one-piece-aus]

Whumptober Day 6

Law x Reader

What's a little angst for Law's birthday :3

"[Y/N]-YA!" Law gasped as he rushed to your unconscious side. "Penguin-ya, get the stretcher!"

"Yes, boss!" Penguin ran off to do as ordered, leaving Law alone.

Worry swarmed Law's mind as he checked over your injuries. Each discoloured spot he discover ached his heart. He did his best to stay level-headed but his internal panic of worst-case scenario and flashes of his deceased family made it difficult to keep his poker face.

"I got the stretcher boss!" Penguin reported as he rushed over with Shachi.

"About time." Law activated his powers and shambled you onto the stretcher. "Let's go!"

The two carried you onto the back of the ambulance, Law following close behind. Once inside, Shachi closed the door as Penguin hurried to the driver's seat. Law remained at your side, hooking you up to vitals. Realizing he almost forgot, Law pressed two fingers to the side of your neck.

"She's got a pulse," Law stated as he felt the irregular beat against his fingers. "It's faint though. Shachi-ya, help me stabilize her!"

"Yes, boss!"

Law faced back to you, hoping you could hear his words, "Stay with me, [Y/n]."

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Law tapped his foot impatiently, scribbling through the paperwork. He ran on autopilot as he filed the report on your condition, his mind could only bounce with worry. He didn't want to do this, he wanted to stay by your side to make sure you weren't going kick the bucket. Law would've had Penguin do it but since he did your surgery by himself only he could get the report to be accurate.

Once he finished the last of the file, Law practically sprung out of his seat and rushed to the door. However, he knew it'd be irresponsible to run down the hall. Sighing to himself to help him regain his composure, he activated his power and warped himself all the way to your room.

Silence greeted him, only the sound of the monitors was heard as Law walked over to your resting form. A heavyweight crawled onto his shoulders, regret whispered in his ear. He took a seat next to the bed, dragging it closer to you. Sitting down he watched your chest rose and fall. Goosebumps covered his skin as reached his hand out to take yours.

"I...I'm...I'm-I'm sorry, [Y/n]-ya...I-" Law could hardly believe he had difficulty finding his voice. He didn't realize how much his heart ached because the cries of regret in his mind were louder. "I should've... I shouldn't have... let you go... I shouldn't... I should've gone with you, [Y/n]..."

No response was given. Law felt his heart watering his eyes. His stoic mask broke as his now tearful eyes gazed into your closed eyes.

"Pl-... please... please wake up [Y/n]-san."

[bumblingdragon]

Whumptober - day 6- "I've got a pulse"

A little sequel to yesterdays

Dying feels like falling out of his body

[promptsforyourwhumpfic]

Whumptober #6: Proof of Life

Option: "I've got a pulse."

“We’ve got a pulse. Cardiac activity restored. We’ve got him.”

Voices overlapped A on the fringes of his consciousness. The continued to speak on top of each other as he swam closer to the surface; the static in his ears fading.

His chest felt like it was on fire - and like a heavy weight pressed down on him. His skin itched.

A's surroundings were too blurred and fragmented for him to process what was happening.

“A? A can you hear me?” It was the same, unfamiliar male voice he had woken up to, speaking directly at him. Confused, he cracked his eyes open, and turned in the general direction of where it was coming from. Someone seized his hands in their own, though the strangers' felt strange... like covered in latex.

“If you can hear me, can you squeeze my hands, please?”

He followed the instructions and there were audible sighs of relief around him.

“Let him come back slowly.”

[not-your-housekeeper98]

Whumptober Day 6

I've got a pulse

Patrick Jane is drowned by a murder suspect and then resuscitated by paramedics

[how-much-for-a-whump]

WHUMPTOBER day 6: Proof of life

"I've got a pulse."

Die Bergretter S09E06

[whumpshots]

Whumptober #6

Trope of the day: “I’ve got a pulse.”

_

Caretaker was the first one to enter the room. It was dark and cold, almost impossible to make something out. But he had to be here. They knew it. Team leader followed caretaker, eyes trained on every corner, any movement that might happen.

His heart sank as he saw the body on the floor. Unmoving, limp.

If it wasn’t for caretaker, team leader would’ve stood there, unmoving himself, tense. He swallowed thickly and came closer, holding the torch for caretaker so he could do his work. The rest of the team was on their way, they probably had cleared the other rooms by now.

“Please, for the love of God, be alive,” team leader mumbled as he looked down on the pale face. Whumpee’s eyes were closed, his body limp as a doll while caretaker moved him around, to get a better view of … everything.

What felt like hours were only a few tense seconds, but caretaker let out a shaky breath, his fingers touching whumpee’s throat. “I’ve got a pulse,” he whispered and took another shaky breath while team leader felt his jaw unclench and his heart skip a beat. “It’s weak, but … I’ve got a pulse. Now help me, we have to hurry.”

Team leader didn’t even hesitate and dropped down next to whumpee, while caretaker helped him to get him up in his arms. The body was cold, it was unreal how cold it was. A dead weight in his arms … but they had a pulse. A shimmer of hope that he carried with him as he hurried out of the room.

[clintbartonruinedmylife]

Whumptober 2022 - Day 6

Proof of life - “I’ve got a pulse.”

“Noooo!” Clint screamed when he saw her fall. One moment earlier Natasha was hit by something Loki shot out of his scepter and she fell. 

“Clint!” Steve said through the comms but Clint didn’t listen. Nat was hit and she just fell from a roof. “Clint, stay where you are!” 

Without thinking twice Clint turned on his heel and ran, he jumped over the gap between the rooftop he was on and the one Nat just dropped from, ran to the fire escape and ran down the stairs.

“Clint! Fuck!” Steve cursed and this time Tony refrained from saying ‘language’. He had seen it, too. 

Natasha lay on the ground in a very twisted way and Cint’s heart stopped for a moment. There was so much blood.

“Nat,” he breathed. “No, please!” 

Natasha didn’t move a finger, her eyes were closed and… did she breathe? 

Clint pressed his fingers against her neck to feel the pulse but there wasn’t anything. 

“No, no, no, no, no!” he blurted. 

“Come on, Clint,” a voice said behind him. “Step aside and let me take over.” 

“What?” he burst out and looked up for a second. Sam stood behind him and Steve just jogged into the alley. 

“I’m an emergency responder, remember?” Sam tried to get to Nat but Clint refused to get away. 

“Clint,” Steve called and Sam used the moment he looked up to get to Nat. He felt her pulse and started a cardio massage immediately. 

“Clint,” Steve repeated and grabbed him, pulling him aside. “Sam knows what he’s doing.” 

“She… she cannot… all the blood, Steve…” Clint stammered. “Please tell me she’s not dead!” 

“She’s not dead,” Sam said, still pressing Nat’s chest, then breathing into her mouth only to press her chest again a moment later. 

“No, no, no,” Clint said and shook his head when he saw the pale face. “Nat, please!” 

He tore his hair. 

“Clint, come…” Steve started but Clint shook his head again, turned and dropped down beside her, whispered in her ear.

“You have to fight, babe,” he said. “You have to fight because… because we need you,” he said. And then he added, “because I need you. I love you!” 

“I’ve got a pulse,” Sam breathed and sat back. 

“And we have Loki,” Tony’s voice came through the comms. “Thor has knocked him out and his goons vanished the moment he was out.” 

“A jet is coming to your position,” Maria announced and Steve nodded at Clint. 

“She’ll be okay,” he said.

[orionares]

Whumptober, Day 6

Whumptober, Day 6: "I've got a pulse"

The Rookie

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This is a part 3 written for Whumptober.

Part 1 is here

Part 2 is here

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Elysian Valley, Los Angeles

Lucy slams the SUV door open and peers up at the abandoned four story building, once home to a Veridian Insurance, a doctor's office and a tattoo shop. As Nolan walks around the front of the SUV to meet her and additional units arrive, Lucy replays the information the LAPD’s found since receiving the text.

Veridian Insurance moved out of the building two years ago and has no employees with any red flags. 

The doctor's office closed down in 2018. 

Lucy flinches at Nolan's touch on her shoulder. She shakes off her haze and watches Angela lead a group of ESU officers towards them. Angela's attaching a radio to her hip when she reaches Lucy and Nolan. 

"Our focus is KC's Tattoo shop," Angela calls out to the group, "The tattoo shop was the last to leave the building but has- had an employee with a penchant for being hired for robberies, small jobs and thanks to him being a cocky bastard on his social media, he was hired for a job about three hours before Sergeant Bradford was taken."

"We have a picture?" Nolan asks.

"Yep." Angela holds up her cellphone and displays the face of a man of medium build with mousy brown hair and beady eyes. "Thomas Hamilton. We will have two teams, one taking the entrance in the back led by Nolan and the second through the front led by me. Any questions?"

"No," Lucy answers. She glances down to her watch and sees 26:02 on the stopwatch. "We've just passed twenty- six hours."

"Then let's go." Angela points to two of the ESU officers. "Vanderbilt and Comiskey with me and Wilson and Morrison with Officers Chen and Nolan. Be smart and radio for assistance if you need it. Let's go."

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After clearing the tattoo shop, Nolan and Lucy enter the old doctor's office. 

Lucy and Nolan follow the pair of ESU officers in the waiting room. The room, outside a layer of dust over the furniture, appears just as if the previous tenant had never left- chairs lining the wall, a coffee table set in front to sofa chairs and a mural covering the corner wall.

No sign of Tim.

Wilson and Morrison move in sync, one behind the other, as they walk towards the office door, open it and disappear into a long, dark hallway. 

"Hallway clear," Morrison radios after a minute. Lucy nods, aims her pistol and flashlight in front of her and walks into the hallway. Morrison and Wilson are waiting in front of the first door on the left. "We've got blood."

Lucy peers up at the dusty sign on the wall and reads exam room 1. She motions to both officers to prepare to breach. "Nolan, on your count."

"Three, two-" Nolan counts down in a whisper, "-one. Go."

Morrison pulls the door open and lets Wilson, Lucy and Nolan through the door. The exam room is dark and appears untouched like the others except for a large blue tarp on the floor in a corner of the room. 

"Wait, " Lucy steps closer towards the tarp and feels a chill run down her spine at the glimpse of brown boots peeking under the edge of the tarp. 

The same boots Tim wears. 

Nolan passes Lucy and tugs the tarp off, revealing a pale, bloodied and bruised Tim. Lucy fumbles for her radio and yells, "We need an ambulance here. We found him!"

Nolan looks up as he feels for a pulse during a long pause; tears are brimming in Lucy’s eyes when Nolan suddenly looks up to meet her eyes. “I’ve got a pulse. It’s faint but he’s alive, Lucy.” 

Lucy walks over and kneels near Tim's side.  She enlaces her fingers with his and feels her chest tighten at the cold touch. He’s frighteningly still to her, even as a person who’s not as vibrant or excitable as her. She holds his hand close to her body and begins to whisper, “Ambulance is almost here, Tim. It’s ok.”

Tim moans, eliciting a tearful sob from Lucy. Nolan’s hand on her shoulder keeps her from spiraling until Rosalind's voice appears in the back of her mind.

“And if he lives long enough, maybe you can grade the quality, Lucy.”

Lucy freezes at Rosalind’s voice, replaying the warning in the back of her mind. She’s slow to realize that she’s starting to tremble until Nolan scoots closer to her.  

“Luce-” He starts to say before she reaches out to lift the hem of Tim's shirt. Lifting his shirt reveals a dark bruise just above Tim's hip and when she lifts the shirt another inch, every ounce for her, every bit of worry that's fueled her for the last twenty-six hours immediately turns to anger.

Either Hamilton or Rosalind, Lucy doesn't really care who, had tattooed Tim. 

Not with a death date like her, but in big black letters- R.D

Rosalind's initials.

[ace-trainguys]

Whumptober day 6 - prompt is “I’ve got a pulse.”

Emmet investigates a disturbance in one of the subway tunnels, only to find his missing brother lying unnaturally still. Running ahead of the depot agent accompanying him, he falls to his knees, rips off a glove, and places his fingers on his brother’s wrist. A terrifying moment of nothing, and then -- “I’ve got a pulse.”

[sasuga-whump]

Whumptober 2022: “I’ve got a pulse” - God’s Quiz S1ep10 (2010)

Dr Han stops his pulse to save his gf from a bomb

Full whump list for this drama on my profile

[mckiwi]

Whumptober 2022 Day 6: "I've Got a Pulse"

Characters: Stephen Strange, Wong, Original Male Characters

Summary: The 'Doctor' in his name is there for a reason.

Yes, Stephen understands the irony of shopping for apples. "An apple a day keeps the doctor away," as the saying goes. But perhaps today it was a good thing Stephen's never been one to listen.

Stephen didn't delve into his Midwestern roots often, but when he did, it was almost always for home-cooked food. Nothing quite compared to a homemade Apple Crisp on a Sunday afternoon. He was analyzing the quality of two apples when he noticed a ruckus on the other aisle. "Papa! Papa!" A frantic teenager clung to an elderly man collapsing to the floor. Instincts kicking in, Stephen rushed to the scene.

"What happened?" Stephen asked calmly, taking in the sight of the old man clutching his chest, gasping for breath.

"I don't know. My Papa, he just- he said his chest hurt, and then he dropped." The teen said, scared tears starting to brim his eyes.

"What's your name?" He asked.

"Devan," the boy answered.

"Do you have your phone with you, Devan?" Stephen asked in what had been dubbed his 'Doctor Voice'. Devan nodded. "Alright. I need you to call 911 for me, okay?" Tapping the man's face gave him no response, even shaking him yielded no response. Pressing his fingers against the man's wrist, he felt no pulse. He tried to feel the carotid pulse at the neck with the same negative result. "Tell them he's in cardiac arrest."

Devan stared at him, "he's not gonna die, is he?"

Pulling up the man's shirt and positioning his hand on the man's chest, Stephen answered, "I've never lost a patient before, don't plan to now." One hand over the other with fingers interlocked, he pressed the heel of his hand to the man's chest. Falling into the routine of CPR was like riding a bike. One compression, two compressions, three, four, five. Almost immediately the pins in his bones started to protest, but he kept on. Eighteen, nineteen, twenty, twenty-one.

"What street are we on?" Devan asked.

Continuing with the compressions, Stephen answered, "Bleecker Street. The store's name is Bleecker Farm." Tilting the man's head back and pinching his nose, he began rescue breathing.

Devan brought the phone away from his face, "they're on the way."

His own breath starting to become a little haggard, Stephen said, "okay, thank you. What time is it?"

"10:27," the teen answered.

It hadn't even been two minutes yet and already his hands were getting sore. The closest hospital was a little over ten minutes away, plus response time, which meant the rest of the day was surely going to be miserable, yet well worth it if he could save this man's life.

By 10:30, the man's at least starting to breathe enough that Stephen doesn't have to perform rescue breaths quite so often.

10:31 rolls around and he's gathered a crowd.

10:33 and Stephen can feel exactly where his misshapen bones are. He can feel his pulse in his fingertips.

10:34 has only sheer willpower keeping him going.

10:35 comes by and Devan informs him the ambulance would be there in five minutes.

10:37 means twice now Stephen's had to use a small spark of subtle magic to keep the man alive.

10:39 and he's lost count of compressions somewhere around one thousand, three hundred fifty-six.

10:40 brought the bitter-sweet sound of sirens. His hands burned so bad they felt cold. He didn't even know how that made sense, and yet…

10:41 has Stephen nearly in tears when the ambulance arrives.

The stretcher comes out and the responders haul the man onto it. They take the man into the ambulance, and about thirty seconds later he hears a victorious "I've got a pulse!" from one of the nurses.

Devan's about to follow them, but right before Stephen tried to leave, the boy approached him. "Thank you! Is there anything you need? Anything I can do to repay you?"

Stephen thought about it for a moment before replying, "do you know what the greatest gift we can receive in this lifetime is?" Devan's brow creased in confusion. "The greatest gift we can receive is to have the chance, just once in our lives, to make a difference." Stephen conjured a card behind his back before handing it to the teen. "Go make a difference." Devan looked down at the homeless shelter, FEAST's, address, and phone number written on the card. Before Devan could question any further, Stephen had disappeared through a gateway back to the Sanctum.

Wong walked into the main sitting room, greeted by a pathetic-looking Stephen. His head was buried in his crossed arms and his hands were swaddled in ice packs. There was a bottle of pain relievers with a glass of water beside him on the table. "Hands bothering you that bad?"

"Mhm," Stephen mumbled, not bothering to look up.

Wong eyed him skeptically, "I thought you just went to the store to get ingredients for an Apple Crisp. You've only been talking about it for the past week."

Stephen once again mumbled, "mhm."

Sighing, Wong pulled up a chair to the table and took one of Stephen's hands in his own. When Wong starts to massage little circles across the back of Stephen's hand, he tenses with a small noise of pain before relaxing to the soothing motions. "How'd you get your hands so sore? I thought they only acted up on rainy or cold days?"

Barely peeking over his makeshift pillow, Stephen said, "had to perform CPR."

Wong paused in shock for a second, "why?"

Sitting up now, Stephen explained, "A boy's, who I assume to be grandfather, went into cardiac arrest, so I helped him."

"And by help, you mean you were stubborn and did the CPR by yourself." Wong chastised, switching to Stephen's other hand.

"No one offered," Stephen said. Wong just sighs, exasperated at his friend's self-sacrificial nature, and continues to massage his hand.

After a few minutes, he stands up to find the heating pads. "Go take a nap and use these," Wong says, "I'll cover your Sanctum duties for the rest of the day as long as you promise to actually take care of yourself."

Smiling slightly, Stephen took the heating pads with a small "thanks" before heading to bed. In a few hours, he'd wake up to the smell of Wong baking Apple Crisps.

[emachinescat]

@whumptober No. 6 PROOF OF LIFE

Ransom Video | “I’ve got a pulse” | Screams from Across the Hall

Fandom: Avatar: The Last Airbender

Title: Phoenix Heart

Whumpee: Zuko

Summary: "Something deep inside of the former general broke then, something that looking after his nephew had slowly begun to knit whole in the time since his son’s death. And now before him lay the little boy he had watched grow up, who had looked up to his strong, brave cousin Lu Ten and fought with his sister, who had never been enough for his father while always striving so hard to be everything that the man told him he should be. Smoke trailed from a scorched hole in Zuko’s tunic, and his lips were blue, and he had no pulse."

AU of "The Chase," where Azula strikes Zuko with lightning instead of Iroh, with even direr consequences for the banished prince. Thankfully, Team Avatar is willing to set aside their differences to try to save their fallen enemy. No character death!

CW: Near death experiences, resuscitation, electrocution

Word Count: 1,762

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