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In this custom video request, Echo returns home after ballet practice. However, she is out of breath and quickly loses consciousness. James comes home just in time to find her and revive her.

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Counting to 30: Beth

9 years earlier...

9 years before Beth met Marcianna...

Only 5 years before Beth started at Hope International...

Beth was 20-years-old, in the middle of med school, aiming to get into sports medicine. It was in med school that she met Amy, the love of her life.

In the midst of the pressure of school, Beth had started a ballet class offered through the school. An extracurricular, something to take her mind off her course load. When she put on her slippers, slipped into her leotard, she entered a Zen-like state where nothing could bother her.

Amy had very little interest in ballet, at least until she saw Beth at the gym. Beth had an aura around her that attracted Amy. Peeking into the dance studio across the hall from the gym, seeing Beth in the locker rooms after their respective workouts. It made Amy nervous.

A chance encounter just outside the locker room set everything in motion. Beth had been grabbing a bottle of water from the vending machine just outside the gym, and Amy decided to do the same. Amy made the first move. "Uh...hi?"

Beth wheeled around, a confused look on her face, "Hi? I'm sorry..."

"No, we don't know each other, but..." Amy stammered, "I've seen you in the dance studio..."

A smile crept across Beth's face. She said nothing and let Amy continue. "You're beautiful...I mean, ballet is beautiful, and you look..."

Beth's face turned red. She put her hand on Amy's shoulder. "Thank you". It wasn't often she was complimented on her looks. She had no idea what to say.

"I'd like to buy you a coffee..." said Amy, the words coming from her mouth like a rocket, "Or whatever you prefer. Tea? Soda? No, you're a ballerina, not soda..."

Beth nodded. "I'd like that. Is tonight okay?"

Something bubbled up in Amy's chest, a giggle, "Yeah. Can we meet at the dorms? We'll go from there?"

That night, Beth and Amy fell in love. A quick kiss outside the dorm sealed the deal.

Within the next few months, Beth and Amy had rented an apartment not far from the campus. They wanted to be as close as possible to each other.

After a long day, Beth came in the door to the house, Amy stood waiting with a smile on her face. Beth brightened upon seeing Amy. She leaned in and kissed Amy. "Hey, love. How was your day?"

Amy pulled Beth in. "Better now that you're here. I have dinner ready, if you want it. After that..."

"After that I have to get some school work done...but maybe you can help me". Beth kissed Amy again, their mouths opening, Beth sliding her tongue into Amy's mouth.

After dinner, Beth and Amy went to their bedroom. Beth took a quick shower and changed into a nightgown as Amy changed into a pair of pajamas. Beth went over to her school bag and rummaged through. "Are you ready to help me?" Amy nodded. "Please lay down on the bed", said Beth.

Beth's slender form glided toward Amy on the bed, her black night dress complimented by an old pair of jazz shoes she had repurposed as house slippers. "I just have to practice my auscultation", Beth put her stethoscope on and went to work.

Beth started her examination at the top of Amy's chest, listening to her heartbeat. About halfway through the examination, Amy let out a giggle. "When do we get to the mouth to mouth?" she asked jokingly. Beth pulled the stethoscope from her ears. "Are you feeling short of breath?" she asked, a smile playing on her face. Amy nodded, biting her lip.

Beth leaned in, "Breath out...". Amy did as she was told. Beth's mouth covered Amy's and she gave a gentle breath, filling Amy's lungs with her air. Amy's body bristled. "Again..."

The rescue breathing demonstration turned to kissing, and kissing turned into much more. They made passionate love, Beth's fingers finding her way down Amy's pajama pants as she gave Amy gentle breaths, Amy's fingers finding their way up Beth's nightgown as she took breaths.

When all was done, Beth and Amy held each other.

Beth and Amy were no longer together, but Beth still loved her. It had been 9 years, but the love was still there.

Beth woke up, she was lying on the floor of Marcianna's room. She could hear Marcianna groaning in the bed beside her. She only meant to stay for a little bit, making sure Marcianna was alright. Beth sat up and looked over at Marcianna sleeping on the bed, her face twisted into a pained expression.

Beth brushed Marcianna's hair from her face. "It gets better..."

TO BE CONTINUED...

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Counting to 30: Marcianna 4

The previously empty halls in the campus complex were now full of students going to their respective classes. Marcianna attempted to weave through the throng of women hurrying to their next destination, but found it quite difficult. Among the sea of leotards were also dotted a few students wearing street clothes. They would be going to theory classes where they'd learn dance history, among other things. Those were the only classes at the academy to be co-ed.

Women had an entire side of the campus to themselves with all the amenities, men had a separate side, both sides joined by a taller building in the middle that contained the clinic Marcianna had just come from, a bunch of classrooms, a large auditorium where practical exams and end of year productions took place, and a library.

A familiar bun caught Marcianna's eye as she entered the dance studio wing, Beth had just stepped out of her current class for a quick break. She still had her leather ballet slippers on, normally a faux pas in the hallway, but she wouldn't be very long. "Hey, newbie!", she said as Marcianna waved, "How has your day been so far?"

Marcianna did a quick shrug. "Fine. I still haven't done a class yet. That will change soon, though. I only have one today, then I think I'll just go back to the dorm". Beth nodded, "Who's your prof?". Marcianna responded, "Professor Julie".

Beth gave Marcianna a large smile, "Aww, I love her, she's awesome. I think they give her the intro students so they don't get scared off. She'll put you through your paces, though".

Beth's big, white smile and friendly voice suddenly made Marcianna feel a lot more comfortable. "I can't wait to hang with you back at the dorm", Marcianna grinned. Beth threw back her head and laughed, "After today, I'll be glad to take care of you". She did a quick check of her watch, "I gotta get back in there, and you should get to your class, too. I'll see you later".

The hallway where Marcianna's classroom was smelled of flowers. Just a faint smell, but noticeable. A large glass wall gave her a peek inside where several dancers were milling about, some doing warm up stretches on the floor, some standing with groups talking. A long wall opposite the one she was looking through was also made of glass, a window displaying the outside world, a cliffside overlooking a wooded area. The sky had gone grey and it had started to rain. It caused Marcianna to shiver, but she admired the beauty of it. The entire perimeter of the studio, including the glass walls, was lined with a barre, along which many students chose to stretch.

Marcianna stepped in and found a place to pull off her nylon booties and get comfortable. She sat in front of the large window to the outside and rested her back against it, feeling the coolness of the glass against the area cut from the back of her leotard. She stared at her feet for a moment, pointing and flexing them, making the leather on her slippers wrinkle. "This is real...", she thought to herself. She contemplated her slippers a bit more she a woman in her late 30s walked in. "Good afternoon, ladies! I am professor Julie, you can just call me Julie, welcome to intro to ballet here at Hope International".

Julie's long skirt flowed as she walked to the front of the class, her teaching shoes, black shoes similar to jazz shoes with a large heel, clicking on the shiny wood floor. "Most of you are already on the floor, let's start with some floor work!", she said, clapping her hands together. Marcianna listened to Julie's instruction and followed along to Julie's counts.

A hour later, Marcianna was drenched in sweat, her body was aching like it never had before, she was done for the day. She trudged back to her dorm, pulling her keycard from her bootie and swiping it against the lock. A beep, a click, the door opened. Beth sat on the couch, a plate of raw veggies in her hand as she watched TV. "I told you she wouldn't be easy on you", Beth said, placing her plate on the counter. "Go get undressed, I'll get you some ice".

Marcianna sat down on her bed, taking her modesty skirt off and tossing it to the floor, followed by her leotard. She swung her legs up and laid down on the bed, suddenly very comfortable, she felt like sinking in. "Are you decent?", Beth's voice came in through the door. "You're fine. We'll probably see each other naked at some point", replied Marcianna, a groan of pain in her voice.

The ice packs were cold as Beth carefully laid each one over strategic parts of Marcianna's body, but with the cold came relief. Beth started to massage Marcianna's calf muscles. "Trust me, this gets you feeling better faster". Marcianna closed her eyes and let Beth do her work. "How did you learn to do this?" she asked. "Lots of years of doing it myself. I started in sports medicine, fell into ballet, I figured if that falls through I can go back to sports medicine again".

"It's only our first day and I already like you, Beth", Marcianna forced a smile. Beth stopped a moment. "I think I like you, too..." she said, red filling her cheeks. She continued massaging. "There's supposed to be a welcome party tomorrow night. I'll be going to help out, but we can hang out after. I know a good place."

Marcianna took a deep breath in and smiled. "Yeah, that sounds nice..."

TO BE CONTINUED

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Counting to 30: Marcianna 3

The room was white and sterile, just as a doctor's office should be. The only hint of color came from the reddish chair along the wall beside the pea soup green examination table. A computer sat at the foot of the exam table, a mini-PC for office purposes sitting on a small desk, with a large screen mounted on the wall with a retractable arm.

Marcianna took her seat in the chair, and not too long after Dr. Kirby followed. He offered his hand. "Marcianna Valentin. How are you?". Marcianna took Dr. Kirby's hand and shook it. He had a strong handshake, like every meeting was a business meeting. "So you're here for the entry physical, I understand". Marcianna nodded her head. "Yes, I just arrived today".

"I know how much of a hard ass Professor Julie can be, so we'll get this done as quickly as possible so you can get to your first class", Dr. Kirby smiled warmly. He looked to be a younger man, possibly in his late 30s, early 40s at most. Not quite fresh out of med school, but young enough that he's not jaded. "Let's start with medical history".

Marcianna rattled off a few of the health issues she's had in her life. Nothing super serious, a lung infection when she was young that occasionally recurred, an anti-depressant she was given to stabilize her mood in high school but had since weaned off of, an elbow injury she sustained in a car crash just before she started college. Dr. Kirby entered everything into the computer, looking unsurprised by any of the information she had given. "Any allergies?" he asked. Marcianna shook her head. Dr. Kirby motioned for the table, "Get on up, let's have a look at you". Marcianna got up on the table, smoothly and gracefully swinging herself onto the wax paper with a leap. "You really are a dancer", Dr. Kirby said with a chuckle. "Are you comfortable peeling down your leotard? I'm just going to listen to your chest and back first".

Marcianna pulled her leotard down below her breasts, and Dr. Kirby pulled the stethoscope from around his neck and put it in his ears. He placed the diaphragm against her chest. "Breathe normally", he said, listening to the lub dub of her heart. He continued to each point in his austiculation, listening carefully. Marcianna's breathing hitched a bit, a reaction to the cold stethoscope and the nervousness of being there. The doctor didn't say anything. The doctor flipped the stethoscope to the bell and did the austiculation again, listening for a full minute on the last point. Marcianna wondered exactly what he might be hearing that she wasn't trained to. She had listened to heartbeat ASMRs to sleep before, but she never noticed a difference between the sounds, even though the videos were often labeled as "aortic" or "tricuspid". Some sounded louder than others, but that was as far as it went. Unless, of course, someone pointed out a skip or murmur.

Dr. Kirby moved to Marcianna's back. "Deep breath in, please". She took a deep breath in, then let it out. She knew what he was looking for here. It's easier for an untrained person to hear bad lungs than a bad heart. The doctor continued his journey along her back, she taking in deep breaths at every touch of the stethoscope. When he was finished, he let her know, and she rolled her leotard back up.

"Your heart and lungs are healthy", said Dr. Kirby, "Now we'll do everything else".

The rest of the exam was quick and painless. Blood pressure check, reflex check, every other check Marcianna could think of, and even some she didn't. "We have some specialists come in once a week if you need anything particular", explained Dr. Kirby, "I'm the asthma and allergy specialist, and I'm always here. Every week we have other specialists for the dancers, as well. A sports doctor for injuries sustained, a psychologist and a psychiatrist for mental health, an OB/GYN, even an ear/nose/throat doctor".

"You seem pretty well stocked", said Marcianna. Dr. Kirby nodded, "We are just short of a hospital. We could resuscitate you if you go into arrest, for example, but if you need a limb removed we're sending you outside the school". Marcianna chuckled, "Knock on wood...".

The walk to the exit wasn't long, but Marcianna stopped at the door along the way. She peeked in and saw Trina sitting in a chair, a nebulizer mask over her face. Her eyes were closed, and she was taking deep breaths. She opened them momentarily, as if sensing Marcianna's presence. Trina gave a smile through the mask. Marcianna's hand went up and gave a little wave. "Get better soon", she said quietly, but Trina's eyes were closed again, her body relaxed in the chair.

Marcianna walked quietly down the hallway and exited the office. Her first class started in 15 minutes, she should probably be early.

TO BE CONTINUED...

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I'll always reblog for resusfrenchie.

Just a little extract of a rp with @rcpfantasme

See the lovely deep chest compressions performing by strong hands.

I can say that mouth to mouth is my favourite type of artificial breathing. I love seing the chest rise and fall and the sound of the air escaping from the lungs.

Let me know what you think of this 😉

Enjoy ❤️

And as usual don't post it anywhere else, including thisvid or i won't post video anymore ❌😒

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Counting to 30: Trina

Trina walked into the treatment room and sat in the chair that was oh-so familiar to her. A leather lift chair, similar to what you'd see in a dentist's office, with the ability to recline. The lights above buzzed, illuminating the stark white walls covered in promotional posters for various drugs, and a rather memorable cross section of the human body, if only because Dr. Kirby seemed to have scribbled the name "Earl" along the top.

A sound of squeaky wheels got louder as Dr. Kirby approached down the hallway, followed by a nurse wheeling a cart containing a nuebulizer, an oxygen tank, and a few other essentials. Trina had the drill down by now. Just breathe and she'd feel better. If only she could just breathe without occasional help.

Dr. Kirby arrived first, with the cart and nurse not far behind. "How is my favourite patient?" he asked, half joking. Trina was the one who saw him most. Trina gave a barking cough in response. She fought the inclination to use her inhaler again because she knew she'd be getting a nebulizer in a few minutes.

Trina pulled down her leotard, becoming topless so that Dr. Kirby could listen to her breathing. The doctor put on his stethoscope and moved quickly around Trina's chest, listening at every point but not too long. He had her lean forward and started austiculating Trina's back. "That's a lot of wheezing..." he said off-handedly.

When the doctor was finished, Trina pulled her leotard back up, covering her pale skin. Next came the nebulizer. The nurse pulled the hard plastic shell over Trina's mouth and nose, and Dr. Kirby gave Trina a small remote control with a single button on it. "You know what to do if something goes wrong", he said, patting her shoulder gently.

The first breath was hard, not so much the in as the out. Trina's first big gulp of aerosolized albuterol slid through her bronchial passages with ease, but the exhale was met with a long wheeze, followed by a coughing jag and several gasps. This was normal at the start of treatment.

The following breaths were much less difficult, a wave of relief washing over Trina as she focused on Earl, Earl's lungs in particular. That's how she calmed herself. Imagining a health pair of lungs, like Earl's. She rested her head back and closed her eyes.

Trina remembers the day of her last serious asthma attack. The day in college, she was 20-years-old, she had come home to her apartment that she shared with a then-boyfriend. They split when she was accepted into Hope International, but at the time they were quite serious. She had just finished a workout, she had been pushing herself too hard. She knew it, her boyfriend knew it, her friends knew it. They tried to warn her. She didn't listen.

Trina entered into the front hallway, tired, cranky, her heart racing, her lungs about to give up. She doesn't remember much after that. She collapsed, and her boyfriend's mouth over hers, trying desperately to breathe for her, eventually make her breathe on her own.

Paramedics came, Trina felt a familiar shell over her face. At this point, according to her boyfriend, her lips had gone blue, her skin gray. He thought she was lost. The paramedics thought she was lost. Pure oxygen rushed into her air-starved lungs as the medics squeezed the ambu-bag and wheeled her out into a waiting ambulance. Next thing she knew, she was coming to in a hospital room.

Just like now...

Trina awoke from her memory in familiar surroundings. Her wheezing gone, along with her coughing. She took another deep breath. The albuterol was done, just air now. She saw Marcianna, the girl she had just met, walk by, finished with her physical, and wave at her. Trina waved back. Dr. Kirby came in and did another check of Trina's vitals. "Did you get up to anything interesting?", he asked, another half joke. Trina shook her head. "No, just...remembering..."

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Reblog if you would like to meet someone one day & have the best cardiophile experience ever.

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Counting to 30: Marcianna 2

Marcianna stood in front of the bathroom mirror, a pair of pins held in her mouth as she attempted to tie her hair up into a bun. "I think I..." she grabbed one of the pins and threaded it carefully through her hair. It never got any easier for her, even though she had done it a million times or more. Competition hair styles were so much worse than a simple bun, but at least she had help with those.

She slipped the second pin into her hair to secure it in place, then stopped to admire herself in the mirror. Plain black leotard, white tights, a lime green wrap draped over her shoulders. She looked the part, could she be the part? She gently slapped her cheeks to get a bit of color in them. Waste of makeup if she's not on stage, that's what every coach told her, just slap a bit of rouge into them.

A few springy steps into the hallway, Marcianna finally felt good. She slipped her polyester booties on over top of the leather ballet slippers she was already wearing. She almost wanted to lie down in her new bed, she felt cozy. There would be time for that later. Right now she had an appointment with the doctor before her first class. She grabbed her keycard and stuffed it into her bootie, folded up her requisition form, and headed out the door.

There were at least four other girls before Marcianna. None younger than 18, all sitting in the hallway outside Dr. Kirby's office, all dressed to go to their next class. Marcianna plopped herself down beside a thin, pale girl. She had sad eyes, or maybe it was just how thin she was, her eyes were sunken. She looked to be out of breath, and she was shaking a blue inhaler, almost out of habit it seemed like. After a good shake she raised the inhaler to her lips and took a puff.

A name got called and one of the girls stood up and went into the office. Marcianna looked over at the pale girl. "Are you doing okay?". The pale girl smiled. "Yeah, just a minor asthma attack. No big deal. I was coming here for my daily albuterol anyway, go figure".

"A ballerina with asthma. I guess it happens no matter who you are..." Marcianna wanted to laugh at the idea, but she had used an inhaler for a small part of her life. "They taste like crap, right?"

The pale girl started to chuckle. "Yeah, it depends on how fast you inhale".

"How serious is it?"

"Not too bad. I've only been hospitalized twice. Dr. Kirby keeps me in line now".

Another name is called, and the second girl gets up and goes into the office as the first girl leaves. "How long have you been at this academy?", Marcianna asked. The girl sat back and searched her thoughts. "3 years, I'm on a 5 year program. I have the option to do another three years after that, or I can join a ballet company, or I can just teach."

"Here?"

"Maybe, or I could start a dance studio of my own".

"That sounds like it would be lovely", Marcianna had dreams of teaching, as well, but not right away. She wanted to join one of the major dance companies, perform one of the big shows. "I have my sights set high..." she kind of muttered to herself.

The pale girl chuckled again, this one turning into a cough, then a wheeze as she got her breath back. "We all do. That's why we're here", she shook the inhaler again, put it between her lips, and took another puff.

The second girl exited the office door and Dr. Kirby poked his head out. "Trina?" he said. "That's me", said the pale girl. "Marcianna, you come in as well", said Dr. Kirby, "I won't be long with Trina here".

Marcianna stood up and followed Trina inside.

TO BE CONTINUED...

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Hey all!

Sorry for the long absence. I had a bit of a writer's block recently, not helped by the fact that my last writing effort was absolute garbage, at least in my eyes. I find it difficult to write just a small resus scene with little to no context, so you end up with stuff that just isn't very good.

That said, my next story, the first part of which I just put up, is going to take its time. It'll still have resus, heartbeats, breathing, breath play, etc., but it's all going to be contained within a bigger story, one that incorporates another fetish of mine, ballet aesthetic.

I hope you like it, and I look forward to hearing critiques and praise, and if anyone wants to do a fan work based on the story (ie. artwork) I'd welcome that, too.

Thanks for understanding!

Breathe well, friends!

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Counting to 30: Marcianna

"Welcome to Hope International Ballet Academy", a voice rang through the hallway as Marcianna entered, "We strive for excellence in the art of dance, and push our dancers to the limits...", the voice was coming from a speaker mounted in the hallway. As she walked down the entrance hall, TVs hung from the ceiling displayed images and videos of dancers from the academy, doing exercises, modeling dancewear, and performing in shows the academy was famous for.

Marcianna was 25-years-old. She'd been doing ballet and other dance classes since she was a kid, but it was only within the last few years she's been serious. She had been to summer intensives, practiced hours upon hours a day, eaten the diet, and even dreamed of doing ballet as a career. Hope International was the gateway to a bigger stage.

She shrugged her dance bag up onto her shoulder, the weight of it combined with the lack of friction due to the wool wrap she was wearing caused the bag to slip. Did it always feel this heavy? She didn't have much in there, just some extra leotards, ballet slippers, jazz shoes, leg warmers...

She felt a shiver course through her body, and drew a breath in through her teeth. It was nerves. She was nervous. Anxiety was nothing new to her, but this felt new. If she messed up at all here, she was done.

Marcianna opened the door to the office of the academy's artistic director. "Take a seat", said a familiar voice. It was the one from the hallway, light and sweet but very curt and businesslike. This was Tessa Brown, artistic director for Hope International. Marcianna sat down in a chair across from Tessa, Tessa leaning forward to get a good look. She ran her eyes up Marcianna's body, starting with her legs, which were crossed at the ankles, up her arms, which tensely grasped the arms of the chair, to Marcianna's soft features, formed as best as possible into a look of pure professionalism.

Tessa glanced down at some papers on her desk. "It's nice to meet you, Marcianna. Welcome to the academy. Your resume is impressive, but you will learn to be humble here if you haven't learned that already". Marcianna nodded, "There's always someone better than me...", she squeaked out quietly with an awkward smile.

"Indeed...", said Tessa. "Before you begin here, you will have to find your assigned dorm. You will be sharing with Beth Robards, an intermediate dancer. After that, you are to report to the academy's resident doctor for a full check-up, then be in first class by 1pm sharp. Understood?" Marcianna nodded again, "Understood". Marcianna picked up the papers from Tessa's desk and took a good look. The first paper was her dorm assignment and her class schedule, the second was her requisition form to see the doctor. She followed the hallways to the dorms, passing several rooms with large viewing windows, class rooms and exercise rooms where other dancers were pushing themselves, sometimes to the point of pain, but not showing that pain. She arrived at her dorm and scanned a keycard that came attached to the schedule against the electronic lock. The door clicked, and Marcianna opened the door, slowly letting herself in. The room was a small living area, room enough for two people, with a kitchenette, a diner-style table and chairs, and a TV hanging from the wall blaring some inane morning talk show. On either side of the TV were two doors, each one going into a separate bedroom, and down a short hallway was a door to the bathroom. Standing at the counter in the kitchen was a slender young woman in a purple leotard and white tights. This was Beth, her new roommate. Beth was dangling a tea bag into a mug of hot water, idly playing with her modesty skirt as Marcianna walked in. She turned her head, and smiled, dropping the tea bag into the mug, letting the string fall to the side. "Hey! I wasn't expecting to see you until later. I'm just grabbing a tea before my next class!".

Beth walked over to Marcianna, her feet clad in polyester booties designed to keep her warm when she's not working out. She held out her hand, "How's it going? The name's Beth! Welcome to the academy!" Marcianna took Beth's hand and shook it. "I've been looking forward to meeting you. I haven't had a dorm mate in quite some time." Marcianna's face broke into a big grin, "I'm pleased to be your dorm mate!" she said, glad that her first encounter with a fellow student was friendly.

Beth went back to her tea, taking a sip. "Your bedroom is over there", she said pointing at one of the doors, "You'll probably want to get ready before your first class". Marcianna held up her papers, "I think I have an appointment with the doctor first...". Beth took another sip of her tea, "Yeah, Dr. Kirby. He's friendly, and very professional. Wait until you see his office. He's practically got a full hospital on site. Sometimes we need it."

An alarm beeped somewhere and Beth looked at her watch, small and square but sleek in design. "Oh, next class..." she gulped the rest of her tea down, "I'll see you tonight! We'll talk more then!". She grabbed her keycard off the table and stuffed it into her bootie, then walked out the door, leaving Marcianna alone.

Marcianna breathed in the scent of the dorm. A mix of recently cooked food, a bit of body odor, and some sort of spray or incense to mask it all. She went to her door and opened it inward to find her bedroom, clean, orderly, not a dust mite on the desk, not a sheet out of place on her bed. On the desk was an envelope with brightly colored writing. Marcianna opened it and unfolded the letter inside. "Hey new roomie!", the letter began, "Being here can be a lot. I'm sure you're used to ballet schools and intensives where the teachers are hard on you, the students gossip, and the men stare. I wish I could tell you this place is different, but unfortunately it's not. That's why I want you to know you've got a safe space here. I won't be able to protect you from everything, and I know you don't expect me to, but I want to make you feel like at the end of a hard day you have a friend to fall back on. Your new friend, Beth".

Marcianna hugged the letter to her chest and smiled, then folded it back up and slipped it into one of her desk drawers. She dropped her bag on her bed and slipped off her wool wrap. "Gotta see the doctor..." she said to herself.

TO BE CONTINUED...

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She was lying lifeless on the bed.

I started jolting her as fast as I could.

Still shocking...!!!

(Rebloggers will get the unedited version in their messages)

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@writingfortheheart - "Just breathing - I was hoping you might do one like that again that simulates auscultation. Where you take a deep breath in, then out, then move to another spot. Maybe you could also do some labored breathing?"

Enjoy! 🫁

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Hey guys! I just wanted to let y'all know that I'll be opening a Clips4Sale store under the same name as here! It'll be ResusDoll there, too! I'll be posting any content I make with a partner since OF doesn't allow resus content with a partner! Hopefully the store will be up and running in a few days and I'll be posting my first videos!

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I was having a little trouble breathing! 😏

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Close cardiac monitoring, at the hands of @thingsekg

(And having your little heart ecg'd and stethed whilst breathing through a lovely black rubber mask..... fetish-heaven 🥵)

Upon subsequent examination a little lower down, the patient was found to be very wet and drippy.... appropriate treatment was duly applied but the symptoms only seemed to worsen.... 🤷‍♀️

[writingfortheheart]

Just To See How It Feels Part 4

Alex presses the paddles to Ami's chest. "Clear!", he says, just loud enough for her to hear. Ami's back arches, much like one might see in a movie. Alex keeps the paddles pressed to Ami's chest. "Clear!". Ami jumps again. Alex presses his fingers against Ami's neck. "What do you think? Making a comeback?" Ami opens her eyes. "I think I want a real shock." Alex is taken aback. "We talked about this. We have to do this safely." Ami puts her hand on Alex's. "Lowest voltage shouldn't hurt", she says. Alex reluctantly turns the power switch on the defibrillator to the on position, and sets it to the lowest voltage. "It's not too late to turn back he says. Alex puts the paddles back on the dock to charge. "If I see anything that worries me, I'm stopping immediately.", he says. Ami gave a mischievous smile, "Oh no, you're going to have to give me CPR for real?" She pulls him close and kisses him on the lips. He moves his hands up her breasts, then down her body to her vagina, his fingers moving in. Ami grabs Alex's hand. "You save my life first, then we get down to business". Alex slowly pulls away and grabs the charged defib paddles from the dock. "I'm only doing this once". Alex presses the paddles to Ami's chest. He counts down, "3, 2, 1...", then presses the buttons on the paddles. Ami's body jolts hard, completely unlike a Hollywood defib, and the EKG starts sounding an alarm as the little green spikes on screen go wild. Ami makes a pained sound, then gasps for air. Alex puts the paddles back on the dock and starts giving Ami rescue breaths, hoping to regulate her breathing. "Come on, love. Keep breathing..." He pinches her nose, seals his mouth over hers, and gives several breaths in succession.

Ami's gasping only lasts a moment before she's breathing normally again. The EKG shows a normal rhythm, a complete surprise to Alex. Alex grabs the stethoscope and listens to Ami's heart. It's a bit fast, but considering what they just did it's the best outcome. Alex grabs the oxygen mask from beside Ami and pulls it over her face so she can recover. Ami takes several deep breaths, savouring each gulp of pure oxygen. "Are you still in the mood?" asks Alex. Ami smiles, "More than ever." END