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Heyo everybody! Here’s a resus story I finished today just in time for summer vibes. Nothing too dark, but there is a drowning involved. I hope you all enjoy!

The Beach Rescue

It was a clear mid-afternoon in late August. Summer was still in full effect. The sun shone down, peaking at a blistering 107 degrees. Palm trees all along the shore line were gently swaying. There were less people here today than usual, but the place was still bustling with crowds scattered about. Many could be seen in lines, waiting for their favorite hot spot to let them in. At least a hundred people could be seen walking along the boardwalk, with more shopping inside the little storefronts. Bags, bottles, coolers and towels of every color could be seen all across the shore, with people all enjoying themselves in their own way. It was a bright, beautiful day here at Venice Beach.

Here I was, a lifeguard, sitting quietly atop my tower as usual. My tower was one of the only towers that were taller than the rest. I was one of the few higher-up lifeguards working here, despite being relatively young with less years than the other high-ranking staff. You could say I had a seagull eye’s view of things going on around the beach. I could see farther towards the waters, where the surfers liked to surf and do cool tricks, while still being able to monitor the shore and what was close around me very well.

Out in the middle of the beach, one person had caught my eye. A woman walked out onto the sand. She was wearing a gold string bikini. She laid out a warm gray towel on the sand, dropping her dark magenta purse on it. Her figure along with her shiny gold attire glistened in the sunlight. She had light, but defined curves, making her a standout at the beach. She confidently walked closer towards the waters. I could tell she was a little inebriated. Her carefree expression and some of her footsteps told me she probably had a couple drinks at one of the bars or food places here. She had a bit of musical pep in her step, with her bigger assets bouncing along with her stride. She was definitely the highlight at the beach today.

I zoomed out with my binoculars. I'd probably best look elsewhere before I get completely distracted. At least the beach had been relatively free of incidents this summer. I think only two had happened last month that I knew of, and those were pretty minor incidents. A couple of guys were fighting over a space at Muscle Beach. Law enforcement were able to break them up and remove them. The other incident involved a girl that broke her leg at the skatepark. Fortunately, we were able to move her to a hospital pretty quickly. Things might get tense between people sometimes at random times, but usually they get sorted themselves or law enforcement puts a stop to it eventually. It has definitely been more peaceful than previous summers. Even last year felt pretty hectic and was also very tragic. I was grateful for this peace.

As soon as these thoughts left my head, a series of screams could be heard in the distance. They were coming from the water in my direction. I brought my binoculars up and started scanning in towards the waters. I zoomed in as far as I could. I could barely see anyone around who was struggling until I got farther out, and there she was. To my surprise, it was the same woman I saw several moments ago. I could see her hands flailing above the water, as well as the top of her head peeking out. I didn’t think she would go in the waters, let alone that far without a surfboard. What was she doing? Was she that drunk?

I then swung into action just like that. My binoculars dropped down. I quickly slid down the ladder of my tower and grabbed my medical bag. I sprinted towards the water as fast as I could. Halfway towards the water, I spread out a white beach towel and threw it on the ground behind me. Likewise, I also dropped my medical bag next to it, sprinting faster now that the weight of my equipment was gone. I then noticed a loose crowd of people, beginning to form around me on both sides. They were all watching me respond to the emergency unfolding ahead of me.

As I quickly approached the waters, I slipped on my diving goggles. As my feet touched the water, my pace slowed a fair bit, but I still stepped on as fast as I could. I scanned the area around me, but nobody could be seen above water. As the water started reaching up to my waist, I decided to try searching underwater. I then promptly took the plunge, sticking myself under the sea. Within seconds, my vision cleared up and I could now see what was in front of me. Initially, everything was pretty dark and I could barely see anything, but then I found her. The sunlight shone down on a huge rock, and the girl was there, sprawled out lying on the rock. Her shiny swimwear reflected the sun’s rays. As my eyes focused on her, I felt the air inside running out rapidly. I quickly swam to the top, prepping myself to extract this girl. As my head peeped above the water, I began gasping for air. I closed my eyes, shielding myself from the bright sunlight. I Then took one deep breath for myself, and rushed back underwater. I started speed swimming back to the situation at hand, the light of the sun guiding me there. I approached the woman from behind, and grabbed her, crossing her arms with mine. As I secured her with my arms, I began to propel myself back up. With all my strength I would bring her close to the shore. As soon as I felt my heels contact the wet sand, I turned around, positioning the girl sideways in front of me, where we faced the rising shore. As my feet fully grasped the sand, my arms and the girl were just above water. I then moved my arms to carry her by her legs and back.

Both of us surfaced from the water, with me holding the woman in a princess carry. The brightness of the sun caused my eyes to squint slightly. As I felt the wet sand become dry below me, my stamina started to take a hit, but I knew I could still go farther. I ran back as fast as I possibly could. I noticed the number of eyes on us had slightly increased. It really must have been a slow day here. There is usually not a big group that looks up at me when I perform a rescue like this. As I got closer to my marked area, My legs started to burn and feel like jelly. I knew there was not much left to go. As I saw my towel come within my reach, I slowed my step, and dropped a knee. I hastily, but gently lowered the girl onto my fresh, clean towel. I am not a very superstitious person, but I always keep a fresh, unused towel. I do not like the idea of rescuing someone on a towel that someone else drowned and possibly died on, since I feel it invites death so easily in these scenarios. Likewise, I never wash the towels and I often burn them at night too, so that no one becomes accursed from reusing them down the line.

With that being said, I get back to the task at hand. I raised my goggles up, and put my left hand behind her head, and tried pushing some water from her mouth with my right hand. A good amount of water spilled out from her mouth, but I know there’s some still inside her. I then check her neck and wrists for a pulse with my right hand, while I quickly unzip my medical bag. I give the bag a little jostle, letting a small bottle, some scissors and an ambu bag fall out. As I let the last items fall out, I notice nothing coming from the girl’s pulse points. It was then that I had to start working on her.

Both of my hands came together naturally and intertwined above the woman. I promptly lowered my hands down and gave her a quick pump to gauge the feeling for how hard I needed to press down. Then, I start counting up from one in my head, with the numbers exiting my mouth in a quiet mutter. I keep a steady pace, pumping her chest firmly. The compressions feel rather stiff and more difficult than usual. I then realize this girl’s bikini is still on and is hugging her tightly. As I finished this first round of compressions, I instinctively reached for the scissors on the sand. I had absolutely no regard for her modesty, because I had absolutely full regard for her life. I went immediately for her dazzling top, snipping her shoulder strings like nothing. A light jiggle of her chest was observed as her bikini began to snap in front of me. Next, I took a careful snip of the string at the middle point of her chest, cutting fast and precisely in the middle. As I clipped the middle string, the snap caused the two cups of her bikini to fly out majestically to her left and right side. Her breasts became completely exposed in a flash, wobbling heavily upon their release. Tens of people around us had their faces turn agape at the sight of modesty’s death. However, this woman here certainly was not dead, at least not yet.

With her breasts parted away from each other, I could now do my job much easier. My hands affixed together again and resumed compressions. I could confidently press harder and better now. Each pump made her breasts jiggle against the sides of my hands. I pumped a bit faster, trying to make up for lost time, which made sense in my brain, anyway. I almost sped up too fast to thirty. I also felt a bit stronger now after the intermittent break I had removing this woman’s top. After my second round of CPR, I reached for the ambu bag on the ground. I positioned the woman’s head straight up, putting the mouthpiece on her. I gave her a breath of fresh air, watching her torso expand and deflate. I gave her a second breath, pressing my stethoscope to her chest at the same time. I then heard a few strange sounding beats from her. I decided it was time to power on my defibrillator.

My co-workers prefer to use AEDs, saying that they are more convenient and easy out on the field. Personally, I can’t stand using them at the beach. I don’t have the ability to control the energy level and those stupid pads never stay secured on wet skin. I like my manual defibrillator because I am in control the whole time. It may be a bit heavier, but it is so much more reliable. So, I took the bottle next to me and I grabbed the paddles from the bag. I squirted a little conductive gel onto each paddle and gave them a good ol’ rub. I set the energy dial to 100 joules and let it charge. I announced to the world my intentions to shock this woman and went forward with it. I placed the paddles on her chest, one above her chest and one below her chest. I perched my thumbs over the discharge buttons, and pumped 100 joules into the dying woman. Her torso and arms twitched slightly, but nothing happened after. Sudden gasps could be heard from all across the crowd. I charged the unit again, pressing the buttons soon after again. Another twitch, but no response. Another flood of gasps, and then dead silence. I checked her again with my stethoscope, but this time I heard nothing. Nothing at all. Silent as the crowd. It was time to do compressions again.

I crossed my hands and started pumping away on her again. Her lifeless body moved with each push. Her head had slumped to the side from repeated movements and stayed there. Her overall body was getting noticeably more pale. More and more water was slowly seeping out of her airway and onto the towel. My arms were progressively pouncing harder and harder on her. Before I knew it, another round of compressions was completed. I switched over to the ambu bag and gave her another puff. Her stomach rising and descending at my will. I put my stethoscope back onto her, and surprisingly I hear a weak, but erratic beating in her chest. I dropped the bag and grabbed the defibrillator paddles again.

I turned the energy dial further to the right, setting it to 200 joules. I grabbed the bottle of gel again and rubbed another coat on the paddles. I cleared the area once again to try again. Quickly I put the paddles between her breasts and on her left side. I mashed the shock buttons and watched as she jumped about an inch and fell back down. No change at all. I charge the paddles again, quickly dumping another dose of electricity into her heart. I lower my stethoscope onto her again, and it’s just silence. Complete and utter silence. I was starting to lose hope on this lady. I really was, but there were too many people around me to just quit on them now. I had to show them at least an effortful performance.

With some doubt in my mind, I started another cycle of CPR. This time, I pressed on as well as I possibly could. The lady’s whole body was now.reacting to my compressions. Her breasts were steadily bouncing into my rhythmic, hammering hands. I could see her face beginning to start bluing. I didn’t have much time left, so I kept going, with my hands starting to tire out. Just another round and that was it. That was all I could take right now on this burning day. The bluish purple was just beginning to creep in. As I finished another thirtieth compression, I nabbed the ambu bag once more and gave her a pump of air. As the air wooshed into her lungs, I thought I heard sirens. Perhaps someone called an ambulance to the beach. I guess that would be a good idea no matter what happens. I then placed my stethoscope back onto her chest with no expectation once again. A quick listen revealed a struggling, quivering pulse. She really was a fighter, wasn’t she? At least she wasn’t turning any more blurple.

I couldn’t argue with a fibrillating heart, so I grabbed the paddles once again. This time I cranked the dial to 300 joules. I squeezed another dollop of gel on the paddles and made another conductive layer. I told everyone to stay away, urgently. I smacked the paddles onto her frail, but endowed chest, putting the paddles above her left breast and below her right breast. I pushed the buttons on the paddles to shock her again and sent 300 joules directly to her heart. Her reaction was much more pronounced, rising an impressive few inches and crashing back down. Still no response at all after that shock. Charging up again, I then hear the people’s reaction of shock as I shocked her myself again. Her whole body seized as she immediately rose into the air, her attractive body wiggling rather sensually as she hit the sand once more. I grabbed my stethoscope, fully expecting the absence of sound or life to be heard. To my complete surprise, Her heart was beating very strongly. She was still massively arrhythmic, so one more zap couldn’t hurt this situation.

I looked back at the defibrillator real fast. In my raging vortex of a mind, struggling to choose how much energy to hit her with, I just dimed it. 400 joules and charging. The sirens I had heard earlier were quickly getting louder. I ordered everyone to stand back before I zapped her. The whine of the capacitors were the loudest I’ve ever heard them, even in this loud environment. Once the area was clear, I slammed the paddles into the sides of her breasts and jammed in the buttons to shock her, unleashing a full 400 joules through her chest. Almost instantly her whole torso jumped up nearly a foot into the air. All four limbs jerked fiercely and twitched. Her back arched violently with a stunning angle. It felt like I introduced an otherworldly force to her body with the way she reacted so wildly. As she reached her peak in the air, her eyes shot open. A rough, raspy gasp escaped from her lungs as she went on her way down. Her body fell and impacted the sand hard. The impact caused her body to bounce back up and down momentarily like a bouncy ball. Her hair danced and sprawled evenly beneath her. Her breasts bounced and wobbled with tremendous, erotic might. Her thighs also jiggled with dazzling rippling waves. She briefly choked, coughing out the last of the water in her airways. She finally came back from the verge of passing. It had to be the shining miracle of today. She was certainly meant to spring back to life.

Swiftly, I nestled my hand behind her and cradled her head. She then started rapidly gasping for air. I gave her heart another listen and felt her heart beat speedily, but very flawlessly. I asked her if she felt alright, but before she could respond, paramedics were approaching with a gurney. I helped by lifting her up onto the gurney. I gave them a quick brief on what had just occurred and what I did. I witnessed her drowning, extracted her from the waters, and successfully resuscitated her. Before I let them go, I reassured the woman that she would be fine, whispering words of encouragement and praise of her fighting prowess to her. I don’t know if she got the full message, as her body was undoubtedly aching from the trauma. I then watched the paramedics roll her away into the ambulance, most likely never to be seen again.

As the scene deescalated, the crowd dispersed and diminished. The other lifeguards congratulated me on my rescue. I guess I should feel good about that outcome, but something kept me from basking in the glory of that rescue. I guess I kind of got attached to that woman on the beach. Her beauty was exceptionally captivating. Her face, her figure, her luscious hair, and that sparkling bikini she just rocked. The way that she didn’t give out after a couple grueling cycles of resuscitation. Even on the brink of death, she emerged more powerful. She was a marvelous, tough, young girl. I wanted to know if she’d be okay. I wonder if I’ll ever see or hear of her again.

As the day wrapped up, I cleaned my equipment, with no other incidents happening in the evening. I set up a bonfire near the boardwalk, next to my tower. I tossed the towel I saved the woman with, into the bonfire, setting some firewood some people had generously donated for the beach on top of it. I lit the towel up with my lighter and watched the fire spread quickly. Me, the lifeguards and some other people around us got food and returned back to the now full burning bonfire. With a kebab of marshmallows in one hand, and a cantarito in the other, I called a toast. A cheers to all here today, for a long lasting prosperity and a happy life. I took a deep sip, thinking about the woman again, wishing she would be of good health, and continue to do great in this world. I roasted my marshmallows with the radiant warmth of the fire, thinking of her roaring desire to stay alive.

May she be well.

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