Sum’:Once again trouble fall upon the peaceful coven, spreading its darkness on each Hook. Only this time only one will remain and with the help of the Savior, will decide the fate of the rest of their secret family…
Note: Some DadyCharming feels planned, and well a terrible ending…*fly away*
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Everyone had been trying to reach her for the rest of the day, but they didn’t know her phone was still scattered on the floor while she was sitting on the bed, her leg folded against her as she hugged herself. Every now and then, she could hear Killian’s voice, and each time she thought back to what Whale had told her and she cursed herself more than the crazy bitches that had first harmed Killian.
Scientists have developed an artificial intelligence (AI) system that can analyze eye scans taken during a routine visit to an optician or eye clinic and identify patients at a high risk of a heart attack.
Doctors have recognized that changes to the tiny blood vessels in the retina are indicators of broader vascular disease, including problems with the heart.
In the research, led by the University of Leeds, deep learning techniques were used to train the AI system to automatically read retinal scans and identify those people who, over the following year, were likely to have a heart attack.
Sorry for taking so long to get back. A bad year followed straight after by a pandemic hasn’t been great, but i’m slowly getting back to my old self and another recent return inspired me to start trying to write a little bit more. I’ll be honest this part isn’t totally new, I did post it somewhere else around the time of the first chapter, but i noticed I hadn’t updated it on here. I’ll probably do a bit more on this story before going back to Anna Swifts stories. Anyway, it’s been nearly 2 years since chapter 1, so you might to check out the previous parts.
Once I was strapped down on the orange back board, my broken leg packed into a splint, Dave moved down to my feet, positioning himself to lift me into the ambulance. The cop was still compressing my chest as Jane squeezed another breath into my lungs. “After this round, we move. Grab the gear.” She said to the cop.
“27…28..29…30” The cop finished with a nod, immediately shifting back and pushing himself to his feet. Jane and Dave had already lifted me into the air. The cop hurried to pick up the monitor, the leads stretching close to their limit before he made up the ground.
I followed, too caught up in the rush to even notice when my legs passed through the wreckage of my bike. The ambulance doors stood open, the bright lights spilling out across the road. Keith was already standing there, even though I hadn’t seen him move.
“I think I’ve blown your mind enough for now. I’ll explain later.” He glanced down just in front of my chest. “Lifeline’s looking fragile. Best to stay close for now.”
He was right. The thread was thinner than before, more wispy. I climbed into the ambulance as the back board was slid onto the gurney. Jane took the monitor from the cop. “Drive.” She commanded as she placed the monitor in its dock. The cop hesitated for a moment, before Jane’s glare seemed to pierce right through him. He spun and headed for the cab, grabbing his radio, telling his partner what he was doing.
For a second, I was concerned about his partner, but realised that Patterson was not that stupid. His plan was in place. I would die, he would spin the story into a tragic accident and spread some tale of how he tried to save me and the people of the city would eat it up. Dave pulled the doors closed and took up position on my left, commencing compressions without Jane saying anything. She was hooking up a saline bag to the central IV, along with pushing in some syringes, and giving me regular breaths with the ambu bag. I sat down on the bench across from my feet, watching my sister as she danced her steth across my bruised chest.
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In the bright light of the ambulance I could clearly see the deep purple, almost black, bruising fade through to the pallid grey tone of my flesh. After a cycle of compressions Dave grabbed a pair of shears and snipped off my bra. A smaller bruise was starting to form in the valley between my breasts. As soon as the cups were spread to either side, Dave’s blue gloved hands returned to their position and started thrusting down into me. I could see the wave of each compression translate through my abdomen and down my legs, my feet rocking gently despite the straps of the board and the leg splint.
Jane gave me another breath then grabbed her radio. “304 to control. We are en-route to City Hospital with an RTC, severe left chest trauma with collapsed lung, multiple limb fractures and currently in full cardiac and respiratory arrest. Resuscitation underway.” She didn’t wait for a reply as she gave me another breath the said to Dave. “One more round then I’ll intubate.”
There was a sudden rumbling as the cop brought the ambulances engine to life, followed by the sound of the sirens as the vehicle began to accelerate away from the scene. I glanced back to see Keith’s upper body sticking through the back door.
“Could you please not do that?” I asked. In response he shrugged and seemed to drift into the back of the ambulance.
“Sorry, you get used to it after a while.” He sat down beside me, careful to keep himself from interposing with Dave’s legs.
I shook my head, focusing my attention back on the efforts to save my life. Dave counted out each compression, then once he reached 30 he straightened up. Jane had already prepared the intubation kit. The neck brace already held my head in the proper position as she slid the blade of the scope into my mouth. She followed it up with a size 7 ET tube, pushing it down until only a few inches stuck out between my greying lips, and inflated the cuff. Tossing the mask from the ambu bag to one side, she attached the bag to the tube and gave me a few breaths as Dave listened to my lungs.
“You’re in, but I’m barely hearing anything on the left. Suction her out again.” He told her before looping the steth over his neck and restarting compressions. Jane simply nodded and disconnected the ambu bag, laying it next to my head. The suction tube was threaded down the tracheal tube and began to draw out more blood from my lungs. While the suction tube cleared my lungs, Jane taped the breathing tube securely, two thick strips going from each side of my chin, around the tube, and up onto my cheeks towards my studded ears.
The suction tube ran dry, so Jane pulled it out and resumed bagging while she studied the monitor. I leaned over to see what she was looking at. The line on the monitor was perfectly flat.
“Epi going in.” Jane said, hoping the drug would stimulate my heart into at least a shockable rhythm. She also attached an oximeter to the ring finger of my right hand. It was brief, but I noticed her squeeze my hand. Dave completed his most recent round of compressions, panting slightly, and turned to look at the monitor. The alarm changed from the persistent whine to something more two tone. “V-fib. That’s it sis, now come on back.”
“Sis?!” Dave exclaimed. “I figured you her but…”Jane didn’t answer, she just forced him out of the way, bringing the paddles down onto the orange squares. After a quick glance to make sure Dave was clear she pressed the buttons. The shock slammed through my chest, the straps of the backboard holding me down as muscles around my chest suddenly contracted. The only thing that didn’t react was my heart. “No change.” Dave said quietly.
Jane didn’t even look at him as her thumbs manipulate the other buttons on the paddles. “360. Stay back.” The defib signalled its readiness a moment before another shock jolted my body. The monitor began to whistle before I was even still. Jane cast the paddles aside, her professional façade starting to crumble as she began rapid, almost frantic compressions.
The way her body rocked over my chest I could finally see her aura clearly. The fear had grown, almost over-riding everything else. The anger was there, but different, not directed at me, but inward. The gold of determination was little more than a thread, and it was fading, as was my lifeline.
I looked at Keith. “Can’t you do something?”
He frowned, biting his lip. “I…”
“You can clearly do something. Please. Please do it.” I begged.
“It’s not so simple. It takes a lot of energy. I’ll need to return to my source. I won’t be able to guide you.”
“That won’t matter if I’m dead!” I had gotten to my feet, clipping through the gurney where my body rocked. Dave was bagging me with one hand, while his other held a penlight, running it over my eyes.
“Pupils are sluggish.” He said with a sigh.
Keith mirrored the paramedics sigh. “Ok. It’s not a guarantee, I can’t take control or give her any ideas. All I can do is reinforce an emotion. Then it’s up to her. Just stay close to yourself. I’ll find you when I can.”
I nodded and watched as he stepped up right behind her. He reached out, his hands on either side of her head. I tried to figure out what he was doing, but all I could see was the thin gold thread strengthening. It grew rapidly, crowding out the other emotions. As it grew, Jane’s compressions became steadier, her face more focused. Then, with a flash, Keith disappeared.
***
Jane, almost glowing with determination, finished her round of compressions and grabbed the orange gel pad from my left side. She ordered Dave to take over compressions as she started to root around in one of the cupboards.
“What are you doing?” He asked, as she placed a sterile cloth on the bench beside the ethereal me. She didn’t reply as she placed a scalpel, some gauze, a bottle of iodine and an uncuffed size 7 ET tube with a stylet on the cloth. “You aren’t planning on…”
She cut him off. “She needs a chest tube, or she dies.” Jane dabbed the gauze with iodine and began to spread it over the side of my chest.
“You’re not qualified Jane! We don’t even have the proper equipment!” He reached over for the ambu bag and squeezed it twice, before Jane shunted him to the side. “If you screw this up you’ll kill her!”
Jane turned on him, a blaze of anger, scalpel in hand. “She’s been down for 20 minutes Dave. We’re 10 away from the ER. She’s already dead, unless I do this. I won’t lose her too.” With that last whispered statement, she leaned down over my lifeless body and started using her fingers to count down my ribs. I didn’t realise I’d moved until I watched my ghostly hand pass through her shoulder.
“That wasn’t your fault.” I whispered, even though she couldn’t hear me. “You were 15.”
“4th intercostal space.” Jane muttered as she lowered the scalpel toward my flesh, her hand steady. With one smooth motion she sliced through the skin, a trickle of blood running down my side. She quickly sterilised her finger with the iodine and pushed through the hole, nodding to herself. She grabbed the tube and eased it in alongside her finger, keeping a close eye on the depth indicators along its length.
There was a sudden rush of blood into the tube, held in by the cap of the insertion stylet. “It’s in!” Jane shouted with a grin. She grabbed a carboard spit tray and held it underneath the end of the tube before pulling out the stylet. The blood flowed out of the tube for about 10 seconds, gradually slowing to a trickle. “Give her a breath.”
Dave squeezed the ambu bag my chest rising in response. When it did, it rose evenly. Jane let out a long breath. “That’s it Laura. Start compressions Dave.” He complied, beginning to press down on my battered chest once more. After a dozen compressions Jane clamped the chest tube to prevent it from drawing air back into my chest and began to prepare some more syringes of drugs. She scooted around Dave and pushed the drugs into my system.
Jane gently squeezed the ambu bag every few seconds, keeping one eye on my chest to make sure my lung inflated properly. Between each breath she looked at the monitor, whispering something to herself. After 2 rounds of 30 compressions she held up a hand. I leaned forward to get a look at the monitor. The previously flat trace bounced erratically, and an alarm blared in the confines of the ambulance.
“She’s back in Vfib!” She grabbed the paddles and twisted the dial to 360 as Dave replaced the second gel pad, placing it just beside the improvised chest tube. “I’m all charged, stand clear. Shocking!”
The shock hit my body, my chest convulsing. I fell still, and for a moment silence reigned. No monotone scream, no blaring alarm. Then there was a bleep. Followed by another. And another.
“Sinus! She’s back with us!” Jane exclaimed, her aura washing through with something that must have been happiness. Or relief. Then I felt a hard tugging on my entire ethereal body. I glanced at the lifeline, broad and practically buzzing with strength. Then it tugged on me again much harder, pulling me towards the broken but alive body on the gurney. I got one last look at Jane, a tear rolling off her cheek as she whispered into my ear, before everything went black.
…. for as long as you like. Just enough to make me a little dizzy and have my heart stumble and skip…. or long enough to starve my lungs completely and force a full cardiac arrest as you listen….
Fondle / use / resus at your will…. Your own choke-resus-fuck doll
I’m generally much more of a sub in bdsm/cardiophile contexts but every once in a while, something inspires me into a dominant, sadistic mood and this picture…. this picture was that thing. It flipped that switch in me SO hard and I’ve been thinking of this story ever since. Written with consent from the lovely, beautiful @resus-girl.
TW: dark cardiophilia, sexual content (Ff)
The blue veins in your slender throat are visible even under the harsh fluorescent lighting. I’m trying not to stare but as we talk, my gaze is drawn to those veins, my eyes tracing them down your chest until they disappear along with your gorgeous breasts under a patterned bikini top.
I’m in a bikini as well, but I have my stethoscope handy around my neck. It’s late at night and the hotel pool is empty except for the two of us, giving us complete privacy to explore our cardiophilia together. So far we’re just sitting on the edge of the shallow end, our feet in the water. I have such plans for you, though you have no idea the extent of them.
The veins in your throat are pulsing visibly. Getting faster as you catch me staring and your heartbeat becomes more rapid. Without asking, I reach up my hand and grasp gently around your throat, feeling your bounding pulse against my fingers. You gasp, and the way your chest heaves with your breath sends a shock of arousal through me. I will bring your breath, your heartbeat, your body completely under my control before long.
I hold you by the throat for a minute, maybe more. I feel your heartbeat get faster again as I tighten my fingers a little. Not enough to fully block blood flow but I know it’s enough to turn you on and make you light-headed. So far, these are all things we’d talked about.
I put the stethoscope in my ears and place the diaphragm over your Erb’s point. Your heartbeat is fast and loud in my ears, already halfway to racing. I close my eyes for a moment and let the sound surround me, then take you by the hand and lead you carefully down the submerged steps into the pool while not taking my steth from your chest. The pool is heated but cool and as the water reaches your waist, I hear a little hitch in your breath and your heart rate goes up by maybe 10 or 15 bpm in reaction. You’re quiet otherwise, letting me take the lead, though you’re biting your lip in nervousness or arousal. Maybe both. Again, this is all things we’ve talked about.
I tell you to sit on the second step from the bottom so that the water comes up to your mid-chest. You do, quiet and compliant. I smile at you and straddle your lap, then kiss you hard and deep–you didn’t expect that. I hear your heart react with a quick little skip that re-solidifies my intentions. My free hand finds your throat again and you let out a tiny, involuntary moan. I press gently but firmly, letting that lightheadedness to set in again, and break our lip contact. I watch your eyes widen as I push your head down and backward into the water. Just a flicker of uncertainty as your face goes under.
Your eyes lock on mine through the rippling water and I see your lips part a little. Your heart is beating loud and steady in my ears. According to our plan, you will “drown” now after a few seconds underwater and then I’ll drag you out and pretend to resuscitate you. I could do that, but the booming beat of your heart in my ears is intoxicating. I need more. I need to hear it stop.
I shift my weight further forward on your lap, effectively pinning your lower body in place. Your water-distorted face registers confusion for a moment but then you decide to play along, acting out a struggle beneath me. Your hands beat against my thighs and your mouth opens and closes, your back arching. It’s a definite turn-on watching you simulate drowning, but it’s not enough for me. Your deep, bassy heartbeats continue in my ears. The stethoscope is holding up well underwater so I tuck the diaphragm firmly into your left bikini cup, pressed over the tricuspid valve. That hand now freed, I move it to your chest. One hand now on your throat and one on your chest, I have a lot of leverage to keep your head underwater. I press you down against the step to make sure you know it.
I can hear the exact moment you realize I’m not following the plan. Your heart rate, already elevated, suddenly skyrockets. Your face is only a few inches below the surface of the pool on the second step, but I’m effectively pinning your lower body with my legs and holding your upper body under by leaning forward on top of you. Your back is arched over the submerged steps, leaving you in a profoundly vulnerable position.
The panic hits immediately. Your fists beat against my arms and legs, fingers scratching at me. You’re hitting me with all the strength you can muster as you try to force me to release you, but you can’t get a good angle. The pain of your fists and fingernails is overwhelmed by the sound of your heart hammering against my stethoscope, fueling my arousal.
“I’m going to watch you drown now,” I tell you, locking eyes. “I’m going to hold you here until the water fills your lungs and your heart fails. And I’m going to listen to every dying beat.”
I don’t know whether you can hear me through the distortion of the water, but your struggle intensifies so I think you got the gist. Your body writhes under me with your attempts to escape as your heart pounds desperately in my ears. I grind myself against your bucking hips, letting you bring me closer and closer to orgasm. A moan escapes my lips. Your heart sounds so strong and is beating with such power in my ears but I can feel how vulnerable your body is beneath me. You’re trying to hold your remaining air in and trying to break the surface, trying to break free from my grip all at the same time–your desperation and panic is intensifying. There’s wildness in your eyes. Your panic and struggle sends me over the edge into orgasm.
Your heartbeat thuds wildly against my eardrums as I cum. As I look back down at you, you get an elbow under you and make a sudden lunge upward, trying to break the surface with your mouth. You take me by surprise and almost manage it, but I push your head back under the water just as you take a gasping breath in.
Shock registers on your face and your heart immediately skips, hard, before shooting up to what sounds like 200 bpm. Water floods into your mouth and lungs as I push your head down, listening as your heart spasms faster and faster in your chest while consciousness fades from your eyes.
I release the pressure on your chest and your body jerks spasmodically a couple of times but your heart continues, starting to pause between runs of fast, irregular beats. I pull your bikini top down now and cup my hand under your left breast, feeling your heart’s apex between your ribs as it skips and slows then throws out a few more quick, desperate beats. With my other hand, I move the stethoscope to your mitral valve. Your heart skips once, hard… twice, even harder….barely recovering. Without oxygen your pump is losing the fight to keep you alive, but I’m relishing how long it takes for it to quit. My eyes roam your unmoving chest, your perfect breasts, my hand palpating the tip of your heart as it fails. It skips again, throwing itself against my fingers with a bassy sound in my ears. My arousal is more intense than it has ever been in my life as I sense the arrest coming but I won’t let myself cum again until…
Your heart loses all rhythm. The beats are fading with every passing second. They’re extremely irregular now. Your heart spasms weakly in your chest for ten more seconds as I grind myself against your unresponsive body, then gives one hard final pump and stops, pushing me into another powerful orgasm. I cum hard with my eyes locked on your chest.
…
Still riding the last waves of orgasm, I drag your lifeless body up the steps and out of the pool, laying you down on the cold tile.
“Don’t think that’s all you’re going to do for me,” I tell you. Your breasts are still exposed, your head lolling to one side. I know your heart is silent but I check anyway, the arousal building again as I press my fingers roughly into the side of your throat and move the stethoscope from one auscultation point to the next. “I can get so much more use out of your body.”
I straddle your hips again, grinding briefly against your pubic mound before placing my hands over your belly and pressing down in smooth, hard motions. The water trickles out of your mouth as my movements force your body to move in delicious, probably bruising ways.
There is no sudden gasp as the water leaves you–you are in full respiratory and cardiac arrest, your skin pale and cooling. I move onto my knees over you, interlocking my hands over your breastbone and beginning deep, violent compressions. With my hands between your petite breasts, I force your heart into your spine again and again, enjoying the way your body rocks against my thighs and your ribs cave under the pressure. They aren’t cracking, but I can feel them creak with every push. I can envision your heart squeezing inside you, forced into pumping by the weight of my body pressing into you.
After thirty compressions, I pause and lay my entire body down on top of yours to create a seal over your mouth. I kiss you and taste your mouth with my tongue, then force a deep breath of air into your lungs. I feel your chest rise beneath me as I inflate you, and fall when I release you. I repeat it, building toward another orgasm as the air I forced inside you lifts my body with it. I don’t let it peak yet, getting back into straddling position so that I can compress your chest again.
My second round of compressions is fast and brutally hard, crushing your heart over and over again. When it’s done, I get my stethoscope out and listen to your chest. There is the faintest sound. Not sinus rhythm, but something. I know the breaths are unnecessary and might prolong your arrest, but I give them again anyway to feel the way I can make your body move involuntarily by filling you with air.
Then I get back to work on your chest. Deep, rough compressions shake your small frame but to my delight your ribs are becoming more pliable rather than snapping. I’m crushing your dying heart with every thrust, controlling every function of your body for you right now. Whether you live or die is literally in my hands. I put the steth over your heart again and hear weak, bradycardic beats slogging along as it begins pumping on its own again.
I listen to those fragile beats. I watch your chest rise and fall gently. You’re just starting to come round now, your head moving weakly on the pool deck. You’re disoriented as your eyes meet mine for the first time, clearly not quite able to figure out how you got here.
My gaze roams across your vulnerable, half-naked body and I place my hand between your breasts, where I pushed so violently just minutes before. Your lips part–are you starting to remember?
I lock eyes with you and interlock my hands over your softly beating, stumbling heart. “That heartbeat still sounds weak. I wonder how many more compressions it can take.”
Rose is in the hospital with a tachycardia. Her heart goes into arrhythmia the moment the doctor is examining her. The two rescuers try cardioversion, but without success. Rose’s heart stops and the resuscitation maneuvers begin. Thus begin the cycles of chest compressions, Ambu and defibrillation. After several attempts Rose goes into asystole. The doctor intubates her with the endotracheal tube, and then starts the compressions again. The girl’s heart goes into fibrillation again and her rescuers defibrillate several times. After several cycles using defibrillator, compressions and AMBU, the girl finally recovers and the doctor can remove the endotracheal tube.
Dakota is in her office busy working. It is a particularly stressful time and you are not feeling well. She feels a weight in her chest, but she thinks it is simple anxiety. She gets up from her desk and struggles to keep her balance, she feels dizzy and suddenly collapses to the floor. Rescuers enter the office. They immediately realize that she is not breathing and begin resuscitation maneuvers. Compressions alternate with AMBU bagging. With no response, the rescuer takes the defibrillator, the girl’s chest is uncovered, and she begins to defibrillate. The discharges follow one another but without success, so the two resume the AMBU compressions and bagging. The maneuvers continue unabated, until, after numerous defibrillator discharges, she recovers.
Chest compressions, defibrillator, AMBU. Only topless. Different angles of shooting
Rose is taken to the ER after a heart attack at home. She seems stable but the heartbeat is irregular. She does not have her dress so she has electrodes attached to her chest, so the doctors start monitoring her heart. After a short time, her heart goes into fibrillation, she has difficulty breathing, and she goes into cardiac arrest. Rescuers immediately begin resuscitation, compressions, AMBU bagging, and defibrillation. They get no response. The resuscitation cycles follow one another more and more pressing, until the girl goes into asystole. The cannula is inserted in her mouth and the compressions continue more and more pressing and fast. After several attempts, her heart returns to fibrillation. It only takes a few more defibrillation cycles and Rose recovers and then stabilizes.
Chest compressions, defibrillator, AMBU, cunnula. Various camera angles. Feet visible! Only topless.
The new model Mary is at home in a training session. She suddenly feels a pain in her chest, but she continues to exercise. After a short time, her pain becomes stronger and her breathing becomes labored. She sits on the ground and touching her chest. Her breathing becomes more and more labored and she eventually stays still. Rescuers enter the room and begin resuscitation maneuvers. The compressions are deep and the AMBU bagging continues. After several cycles Mary does not recover, so one of the rescuers takes the defibrillator. Her chest is uncovered and the discharges alternate with compressions and stuffings. After many cycles of CPR and several shocks with the defibrillator, Mary recovers.
Deep compressions, AMBU, long resuscitation scenes, strong responses to defibrillation. Different camera angles. Topless only
Dakota has been in the ER for several hours now. She has chest pain, difficulty breathing and her rhythm is irregular. She starts coughing and struggles more and more intensely. The doctors attach it to the monitor and realize that the situation is getting worse. The girl suffers from severe fibrillation so they decide to use the defibrillator, uncover her chest and try cardioversion. After several unsuccessful attempts, her Dakota goes into cardiac arrest. Rescuers begin resuscitation with chest compressions and AMBU bagging. The doctor stops when he thinks about a take, but realizes that the compressions only create some involuntary movement, so he continues the compressions despite the girl’s movements. Finally he completely uncovers the girl and inserts the cannula to open the airways more effectively and the rescuers continue with the compressions. After several cycles of compressions, AMBU bagging, and defibrillation, the girl recovers and her heart rate returns to normal.
Chest compressions, AMBU, cannula, defibrillator. Various camera angles. She totally naked.
Nurse Evelyn is rescued after receiving a shock from the defibrillator. She struggles to breathe and so she is undressed and connected to the monitor. The heartbeat is irregular, the doctor notices slight fibrillation, so try cardioversion. After a few discharges the girl’s heart stops and she goes into asystole. Rescuers begin work on Evelyn’s body with various cycles of compressions, AMBU bagging, and defibrillation. Her pulse returns but only for a short time. The doctor decides it’s time to intubate the girl and begins the procedure, while the nurse completely uncovers Evelyn’s body. Resuscitation is restarted, the compression board is placed under the girl’s back. The compressions get deeper and deeper. Rescuers struggle and after several cycles of chest compressions, AMBU bagging and defibrillation, Evelin finally recovers.
For lovers of very hard and deep compressions, intubation, numerous defibrillations, AMBU. Different angles. Full nude.
The new model, Rose, is at home and suddenly feels pressure in her chest. She struggles to breathe and decides to call for help. After a few minutes two rescuers arrive who begin to visit her, but they do not have time to conclude her visit that the girl collapses to the ground. Resuscitation should begin immediately. The compressions follow one another, as do the AMBU bagging. Rescuers get no response, so they take the defibrillator, uncover the girl’s chest, and start with various shocks. Rose does not recover and the compressions follow one another. After several cycles of deeper and deeper compressions, AMBU bagging and defibrillation, the girl finally recovers and is ready to be taken to the hospital.
Dakota returns home with her bicycle after a ride. The girl feels pain in her chest which soon moves towards her arm. She takes her smartphone for help, but she fails and collapses to the ground. After some time, the two rescuers enter the girl’s house. They realize that she is already in cardiac arrest and begin resuscitation. Chest compressions are alternated with AMBU bagging. One of the rescuers brings the defibrillator inside the house, scans the girl’s chest and starts defibrillating. After numerous resuscitation cycles in various camera angles, the defibrillator is used more insistently. After several consecutive shocks, Dakota’s heart starts beating regularly and the girl recovers.
Multi angles of shooting, Ambu and Cpr, numerous defibrillations!
Evelyn is found in her home on the ground. Two rescuers intervene, enter the house and realize that the girl is in cardiac arrest. Revive maneuvers begin immediately. After numerous cycles of CPR and AMBU, they bring the defibrillator inside the house, uncover the girl’s chest and discharge it several times, but without obtaining an improvement. Resuscitation continues with numerous cycles of defibrillation and deep compressions. Only after several attempts does Evelyn recover. But she has a new attack. Thus rescuers must resume resuscitation.
The new model Evelyn, intervenes as a nurse during a heart attack. The girl goes into cardiac arrest and is resuscitated by the doctor and nurse. Several defibrillation cycles lead her to asystole and for this reason she is resuscitated again with deep compressions and AMBU bagging. Finally the girl’s heart has ventricular fibrillation and the defibrillator can be used. After several shocks, Evelyn inadvertently touches the girl and her latest shock hits her. Nurse Evelyn collapses to the floor while the doctor continues the resuscitation and recovers the girl’s heartbeat. The doctor rushes to rescue Evelyn.
A guy arrives in the emergency room after being resuscitated, having suffered a cardiac arrest while walking down the street. The doctor can’t even visit him and he goes into cardiac arrest again. You have to resuscitate him with the defibrillator, but the shocks cause asystole. The compressions start strong, until they are no longer enough. The Ambu cannot get air into the lungs so a cannula is placed in the mouth. He is stripped completely naked and, after more CPR cycles, the doctor to intubate him. Resuscitation continues, the CPR board is placed under his back and the compressions continue faster and deeper.
Eventually, after the last defibrillation, his heart starts beating again, but it remains uncultivated.
