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nordicmedfet · 1 year

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Mr A part 2

Disclamer - The following story contains the use of sextoys, nudity, cpr and defibs.

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I'm back at Mr A's office. Sitting alone in the waitingroom, wishing time moved by faster. Since i was here last, he's put up pictures. Closeups of women under his care. Intubated, defibrilated, tested.

-Lady J, please come thru. As i look up i smile from ear to ear. There he is, in all his glory. I follow Mr A into the procedure room. Just like before I see all the machines standing against the wall, but somethings different. There is a small table with different toys - You are todays experiment, he says.

Just like last time he tells me to get onto the bed and begins to strap down my chest, ties my arms to the posts beside me. Drags my body closer to the edge of the bed, and lifts my legs onto the stirrups straping them down tightly. -Just the way i like it. Now you will not be able to move or escape my tests.

Mr A gives me a big smile as he places the anasthesia mask over my face. I try to escape his grip but he just push the mask tighter on to my face. The gas fills my lungs and after a few breaths im sedated. He slowly removes the mask, exposing my open lifeless mouth . He proceeds to place the laryngoscope in my mouth and lifting my chin up to the ceiling, exposing my vocal chords. Slowly he pust the tube down and in to my lungs, inflating the balloon to stop air escaping out. He places an et tube holder and brings it under my neck connecting the straps to make sure the tube won't move out of its place. He connects me to the ecg machine and hooks me on to the ventilator, slowly turning down the sedation and bringing me back to consciousness. At first i cough but shortly after, it's like i adapt to having the tube deep down in my throat. I feel the excitement spreading through my body, from my head to my toes.

-Let's see, where do i begin? Mr A pulls the table of toys up next to the bed. Moving his hand over different clitoris stimulators, fucking machines and vibrating dildos. He picks up the clitorisstimulator, placing stimulating gel on to my clitoris. Turns the clitorissimulator on and softly place it on to my genitals. Step by step he turns up the spead. Pressing hard against my clit. With every small sucking with the clitoris stimulator I get more and more aroused. He then proceeds to insert a large vibrating dildo into my vagina, reaching far to hit my g-spot. Moving it in and out, faster and harder with every move. I have now completly reached climax and i scream out exhaustion. Feeling as if time has stoped. Fighting for each breath as im so erhilirated by the large vawe of orgasm.

Suddenly he stops and removes the dildo slowly, and sets up the handsfree fucking machine so that he can feel my breasts as the machine moves in and out of my vagina. Pounding harder and harder, starting out slow until it reaches its limit. Yet againg i get the overwhelming feeling of an orgasm rushing throu my body, making me tense up. taking my breath away.

It completely overwhelms me and slowly my heartbeat disappears, followed by a flatline on the monitor. Mr A is surprised to see that i'm drifting into cardiac arrest. He violently removes the fucking machine and proceeds to give me chest compressions. Making my whole body follow in rhythm with the deep, vigorous compressions. Stoping to whatch the monitor, but still no heartbeat. Pushing deeper and harder on to my chest.

Mr A lets go of me and bring the defibrillator over. Placing gel on to the cold metal plates. Gently placing one in between my breasts, and one under the left. Sending a jolt of electricity througout my heart, making my entire body sway in unison. For just one second Mr A sees a faint heartbeat on the monitor before it returns to flatline again. Mr A now gets on top of me to give even harder and more powerful chest compressions. He feels my ribs under his force. With every compression only going faster and faster, deeper and deeper. My eyes staring him in his face, lifeless and empty. He gets down from the bed and charge the defibrilators. Giving me incessant chocks. One after another. Returning to give me chest compressions using one hand. I feel his warm hard hand on my breasts, pushing down with all his might.

One last chock making me fly of the bed and landing hard. My heart start to beat. Mr A stands next to me, tired from his hard work. He then disconects me from the ventilator and hooks me up to an ambubag. Transfering me to a rolling bed and moving me into a large room in the back. -Here i will keep you safe, he says and conects me to a new ventilator, giving me anaesthesia and keeping me sedated for a later day.

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intubatedangel · 1 year

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Code Red : Chapter 5

Getting back in the groove now, hopefully going back to work won’t completely wipe me out and I’ll still have energy to make progress. We’ll see. In the meantime, enjoy.

Story Index

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4

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Anna could see nothing. Hear nothing. She felt no pain.

But she did feel something. Pressure. Deep, repetitive pressure in the centre of her chest. Enough to bend her ribs inwards easily. Chest compressions. Someone was manually pumping blood from her heart.

She was in cardiac arrest.

Is this real?

She couldn't tell. Maybe she was dreaming. She'd spent many nights dreaming of being under intensive resuscitation. CPR, defibs, artificial respiration. A whole team doing everything they could to keep her alive, to get her heart beating again.

Those dreams had never been so... terrifying. Flashes of memory, recent memory, came to mind. The gut-wrenching pain of a knife in her belly. A flood of red all around her. Carl's face, staring down at her with a fearful, heartbroken expression.

This is real.

She'd been stabbed. She'd bled out. And her heart had stopped.

More sensations. The pressure on her chest halted, then her whole body was lifted slightly, dropped a moment later. The compressions resumed, repetitive, almost hypnotic with so little else for her to sense.

A sudden spike of much more intense pressure broke through to her, on her leg. The same feeling, mirrored onto her other leg.

IO cannulas?

She must be in the trauma room now. They were arranging the rapid infuser, to give her more blood. Would it be enough? Or was it all too late? The compressions paused for a brief moment, only to resume. Something chill landed on her chest, joined by a twin a second later.

The compressions stopped again. Something landed upon the two spots, pressing hard. Paddles. The two chill squares must be gel pads. She was about to be...

A flash of white exploded in the darkness. Every muscle in her chest twitched in unison then fell still as her heart was jolted by electricity.

Defibrillated.

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Carl pressed the buttons, the charge shooting between the two paddles, right through her heart. He watched her whole body spasm, as if the muscles in her chest had been plucked up then released. A short, sharp movement that spread her arms and legs wider.

He lifted the large black paddles off of the glistening orange squares, turning to look at the monitor. The ecg trace showed a large spike as the shock was displayed. It fell back to the centre line, which flattened for a second, before it returned to the chaotic squiggling that showed before the shock.

"She's still in V-fib. Push that epi and resume compressions for one minute." Carl said, prompting the team back into action. He turned to Mark. "Is someone from surgery on the way?" He asked.

The male nurse looked at him, taking an unconscious step backwards. Was he letting his emotions control him? Letting aggression into his voice?

"You called the code red, that includes a surgical consult doesn't it?" He asked again, reigning in his tone. Mark nodded. "Good, could you please find out where they are?" He said, pointing at the phone. "She doesn't have time." He whispered to himself as the nurse passed him.

Carl turned back to the trauma bed. Under the barrage of Jessica's compressions Anna's body shifted and flexed, her shoulders popping, head rocking gently beneath the mask of the ambu bag. Each time Sarah squeezed the blue bulb, Anna's chest swelled with the oxygen rich air, only for it to be pumped out by the compressions, forcing a soft huh, huh, huh, noise to emanate from her mouth.

He glanced over at the clock. 4 minutes. She's been down for 4 minutes. He grimaced, shaking his head as he reached out and grabbed her cold hand, giving her fingers a squeeze. Come on baby, come back to me.

"Charge to 300." He said to Trish, placing Anna's hand down gently on the bed before turning to grab the paddles again.

He held the paddles up as the whine behind him built, until finally it let out a double bleep.

"Everyone clear!" He announced, but the team was already raising their hands again. He planted the paddles on her chest and unleashed the second shock.

Anna twitched again as the shock coursed through her chest. Her arm flicked out to dangle from the edge of the bed. The alarm of Vfib cut out, silence reigning for a few endless seconds. Then the stretching whine began.

"Asystole." Trish muttered with a saddened moan.

Carl slammed the paddles roughly on top of the defib. "Sarah, take over compressions. I need to get her intubated."

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Carl pulled open the airway drawer of the crash cart, grabbing the laryngoscope and a blade, clicking them together. He selected a 6.5 ET tube ripping the packing half open, then took a dark blue Thomas tube holder as well. He stepped around the bed, laying the tube and holder next to Anna's head. Trish had taken over compressions from Jessica, leaving Sarah still working the ambu bag. Carl opened the scope and flicked on its light, then tapped Sarah with his elbow. She gave one last hit of air then stepped to the side, dropping the bag on to the bed.

Carl slid into position, using one hand to tilt Anna head back and open her airway. He slid the blade between her gleaming teeth, mentally fighting to ignore her pale blue-grey lips. He advanced the blade, cranking back on the handle to open Anna's airway even further. Just like he had the previous weekend during their play. Again, he could see the vocal cords clearly, this time they were slack and lifeless.

"Cricoid on." He said, Sarah reaching over to press on the ring of cartilage around Anna's trachea, occluding the oesophagus behind. The last thing Anna needed right now was to aspirate. Sarah's other fingers helped to steady Anna's head as the compressions continued unabated.

Carl held the scope steady as he pulled the tube out of its packaging, shifting it in his fingers to line it up properly. He took a deep steadying breath, then plunged the tube into Anna's mouth, sliding it along the blade and pushing the tip between her vocal cords and into her trachea. She made no reaction. He eased it further into her airway, until the line marking 20cm was level with her teeth.

"I'm in, get that bag on!" He pulled the scope out, casting it to the side as he grabbed his stethoscope. Sarah removed the mask, connecting the bag to the tube and pumping it smoothly. Carl pressed his steth to Anna pale flesh, avoiding the electrodes, gel pads, and Trish's interlaced fingers as he moved the bell around after each breath. He clearly heard the steady whoosh of each breath entering and inflating Anna's lungs. It was the only sound he heard. Her heart lay silent and unmoving within her chest. "Good position."

He hung the stethoscope around his neck then picked up the tube holder, unravelling the strap and unwinding the plastic screw. He slipped it over tube, easing the integrated bite block between Anna's teeth and settling the foam rim over her mouth. "Where's that surgeon!" He shouted over his shoulder as he fed the plastic guide on the strap underneath Anna's neck, pulling it through and poking it through the clip. He secured the strap, then started to spin the screw to fully secure the breathing tube. "Well?" He finally looked over at Mark.

"They're saying she's already down here." The nurse said, looking fearful.

Carl shook his head, biting his lip. It wasn't Mark's fault. He had to remember that. He looked towards the trauma room doors. He knew where the surgeon would be. He felt his anger rising as he thought about who the surgeon would be looking at. "Trish." He said, his voice going cold, hard as steel. "I'll take over. Go to trauma 2. Bring that surgeon. Drag her here if you have to. On my authority." Other than the asystolic nurse on the table, Trish had the highest seniority. With his orders it would hopefully be enough. He straightened up, bringing his hands together. Trish waited for him to nod and pulled away.

Carl's hands landed on Anna's sternum. So cold. He drove the thought away, along with his fear, pushing them both into his hands, using them, to cave her chest inwards and squeeze her heart.

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Trish was barely hanging on. She'd just given the most intense compressions she ever had. Her best friend’s life literally in her hands. And now she had to go and potentially argue with the clinical lead of the emergency department. She staggered back from the trauma bed, watching Anna's body shudder under Carl's, under her boyfriend’s, brutal chest compressions. She couldn't give anything less. A steel she never realised she possessed ran through her veins. Her trembling hands stilled. The tears prickling her eyes cut off as if a tap had been closed. She spun on her heels, storming through the doors of the trauma 3, and God himself help whoever got in her way.

She crossed the corridor in three strides, channelling an action hero as she kicked open one half of the paired doors. Her eyes took in the entire room in a quick scan, locking on the lone green scrubbed individual. The others were busy, but not "our patient is actively dying" busy. The green scrubbed doctor was talking with Dr Stelling, standing by the lightboxes where a series of x-rays were displayed. Stelling could be fearsome. Yet right now, something far worse was happening a dozen paces directly behind Trish. Stelling could rage and rant, and Trish knew she would stand fast. It would have been intoxicating, if it wasn't so necessary.

Trish walked over, dodging around Kristie, who only just caught the look on her face and pulled up short, but too late to intercept the determined nurse. Trish drew level with the pair of doctors and didn't wait on propriety. She sidestepped in front of Stelling, facing the surgeon with a quick glance down at the name tag.

"Dr Edwards. You are needed in Trauma 3. Now." Trish said in a clear voice.

The nurse knew it was coming. "Excuse me Nurse Fielding!" Dr stelling exclaimed. "Dr Edwards is presently occup..."

Trish spun blazing with justified insubordination. "Your patient is stable. Yes?" She said, her voice low, yet also carrying right the way across the trauma room. "Dr Teague's patient is not." She turned her back on Stelling once more. "You are needed Doctor." Each word was stressed and sent a shiver down the spine of every medical professional present. It wasn't something anyone could specifically identify. But it was clear all the same. Something terrible was happening.

The surgeon stared at her for just a moment, then nodded. They both moved, Trish and Dr Edwards, at the same time, leaving Stelling behind.

"What patient?!" Stelling shouted after them.

Trish didn't answer. There was nothing she could say that wouldn't cause the entire team to rush to Trauma 3. She wouldn't blame them. The hate she felt for the barely conscious figure on the bed of trauma 2 was new to her. But it was still a barely unsurmountable obstacle. Technically nurses didn't take an oath to do no harm. But it was implied, and there were certain codes of conduct. Right that moment, Trish would have happily walked over and personally throttled the scum who had attempted to murder her friend. He may yet have succeeded.

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Carl couldn't look down. If he looked down he would see her. Anna. Lifeless, intubated, her heart forced to beat by his own hands. They'd both wanted this, Anna especially. But not like this. They'd wanted a clean fantasy. No danger. No risk. This was nothing like that.

This was real.

Her heart had come to a complete standstill.

If he failed to keep forcing her sternum down, squashing her heart against her spine, sending blood through her body, she would die.

His eyes looked around the trauma room, trying to find anything else to focus on. The big screen of the monitor showed a flatline above the slight pulses his compressions caused. The clock showed him that she had been without a pulse for 7 minutes already.

His gaze locked on the doors. He needed a surgeon. Without someone to stem the bleeding, he couldn't save her. He knew some procedures. He was already tempted to use them. But they wouldn't make any difference if she was still haemorrhaging from her abdomen. He knew the theory, where everything should be. But he didn't have the practice, and there were definitely blood vessels spilling out where they shouldn't. Maybe he'd seal the right vessel, eventually, after wading through the freely flowing blood. But by then though, Anna would be ... gone.

He concentrated on giving her the best compressions he could. Deep. Fast. Steady. His stethoscope flicked and bounced as it hung around his neck, distracting and irritating. He transitioned to one handed compressions for just long enough to pull away the steth and cast it onto the bed beside Anna’s gently rocking head.

Finally, he saw a flicker of movement in the corridor. Trish's blue scrubs, closely followed by surgical green. The surgeon came through the doors backwards, peeling off her gloves as she did, heading for the bin without even looking over.

"This had better be good Carl. Pissing off Stelling rarely ends well." Edwards commented as she dumped her gloves and took a new pair from the box on the wall. She turned to look at the bed and stopped, eyes widening as she saw the sky blue of the cut scrubs beneath the naked body on the bed.

"It's Anna." Carl told her, almost choking on the words.

Edwards looked at him, and the nurses, seeing their expressions. She advanced on the bed, shaking off the shock and becoming clinical. "What happened?"

"Two stab wounds to the lower right abdomen. She lost at least 2 litres of blood. Hypovolemic shock leading to cardiac arrest. She's been down for 8 minutes." Carl managed to say as he kept thrusting his hands down between Anna's breasts. "You need to stop the bleeding so we can restore her volume."

Put like that, it sounded simple. Except none of them had any idea of precisely what the damage was. If it could even be fixed, let alone if it could be fixed in time to save her.

Edwards didn't say anything, she skirted around the bed, waving Lucy out of the way. The large gauze pad had soaked through with Anna's blood, overwhelmed to the point that it had run down her side, forming a crimson circle on the white sheet beside her. Edwards peeled away the gauze, letting out a grimacing moan.

"Cross match on the way?" She asked, probing the wounds.

"Yes, FFP and TXA too." Carl told her. Edwards nodded.

"Good. There's at least one arterial bleed. I'll need to open it up wider to see just how bad it is."

"Do it."

#Medical Drama #CPR #Defib #Intubation #Anna Swift #Resus Writing #Dark Cardiophilia

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cprdefiblover · 2 years

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My Favorite Dummy

My first ever short story on here hope you enjoy! All characters portrayed did consent and are 18+.

I had a super long day at work. While walking back to my apartment all I could think of was spending some quality time with my girlfriend.

"Baby I'm home!" I said loudly.

"Come in the bedroom" she said faintly.

I walked in the bedroom and I felt all wet. She was on the floor exposing her C cups to the air and got the defib and EKG all laid out next to her ready for me to play our little game.

"You wanna play my little dummy?" I moaned.

She moaned in agreement. I placed my two fingers on her neck and watched the EKG's beeps match with her pulsating neck. I put my hand around her neck and squeezed it.

"Good little dummies are quiet" I moaned. I felt her pulse decrease into nothing and the EKG told me she was flatlining. "Good girl".

I interlocked my hands together and put them between her brests. I pushed down and watched as her boobs and stomach moved with every compression I gave on her lifeless body.

After 30 deep compressions, I looked at her face. Her eyes were staring at the ceiling and her pale blue lips ready for me. I tilted her head back, opened her mouth, and pinched her nose. I put my warm lips on her cold lips and blew my air into her lungs. Her lungs expanded with my air and moved the chest with it. I blew into her lungs again while looking at the EKG monitor. The heart was in v fib and ready for a powerful shock.

I charged the defib to 360 Jules and rubbed the gel on the pads. I placed one paddle on her not working heart and the other one on her side.

"Baby are you ready to come back?" I said out of breath while pushing the paddles deeper in her chest. "Let's get that heartbeat back".

"Clear!"

I pressed the buttons and watched as her chest flew off the floor and then came crashing down with a thump.

Her eyes started to blink and her hand was coming towards my hand.

"Was I a good dummy?" She moaned.

"The best one ever" I replied.

I turned the EKG off and placed my hand on her beating heart. The beats of her heart were calming to my tired hands.

I fell asleep on her working heart waiting for the next resus on my favorite little dummy.

#cpr #resus community #chest compressions #mouth to mouth #defib #resus #resusfetish #cardiophile

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that-anonymous-heart-guy · 1 year

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Turn-Ons & Turn-Offs: Cardiophile Edition🫀

I’m not really one to post on here, usually just a lot of re-blogging other people’s content but I saw this post from @torture-steth-repeat and have seen a few other accounts jump on the trend so I thought what the hell.

All of the scenarios listed below are things that I’m only interested in doing/role-playing with women (I have no interest in role-playing any of these scenarios with other men).

All that said, hope you all enjoy getting to know my kinks a little more (and ladies, shoot me a DM if you’re down to RP)!

Section 1: Cardiophilia Basics

1. My heart being listened to: meh (with occasional exceptions)

2. Listening to others’ hearts: major turn-on

3. Fast heartbeats: major turn-on

4. Slow heartbeats: mild turn-on

5. Naturally irregular heartbeats: turn-on

6. Deliberately irregular heartbeats: major turn-on

7. Heart via stethoscope: turn-on

8. Heart via EKG: turn-on

9. Heart via Doppler: turn-on

10. Heart via ultrasound: turn-on

11. Carotid (throat) pulse: turn-on

12. Femoral (groin) pulse: major turn-on (who knows what else my fingers might get up to down there to get that heart racing)

13. Radial (wrist) pulse: meh

Section 2: Dark Cardiophilia

1. Shocking a healthy heart*: major turn-on

2. Pressure/crushing a healthy heart*: major turn-on

3. Drowning + heart monitoring*: major turn-on

4. Suffocation + heart monitoring*: mild turn-on

5. Choking + heart monitoring: major turn-on

6. Drugs used to affect the heart*: major turn-on

7. Knifeplay + heart monitoring*: turn-on

8. Needle or injection into the heart*: turn-on

9. Gunplay (shooting the heart)*: meh

10. Being dominated (in a cardiophilia way)*: turn off

11. Dominating someone else (in a cardiophilia way)*: major turn-on

12. Consensual non-consent (CNC) play*: major turn-on (this goes hand-in-hand with dominating someone else)

13. Heart rips*: mild turn-on

14. Fucked into cardiac arrest*: meh

15. Fucking someone else into cardiac arrest*: major turn-on

16. Heart being fucked*: meh

17. Heart being licked or bitten*: meh (licking is okay but biting the heart doesn’t really do it for me)

18. Heart being eaten*: major turn-off

19. Hands squeezing the heart directly*: major turn-on

20. ‘Unhappy endings’ (RIP) for dark cardiophilia*: turn-on (only really for dark cardiophilia/resus videos though, not irl)

Section 3: Medfet/Resus

1. Blood pressure readings: meh

2. Medical equipment: major turn-on (love seeing a woman’s chest covered in EKG wires/electrodes)

3. Medical exam roleplay: turn-on

4. Resuscitation via CPR*: major turn-on

5. Resuscitation via defibrillator*: major turn-on (a woman’s chest covered in defib gel really does it for me)

6. Resuscitation via AED*: turn-on

7. Cardiac arrest*: major turn-on

8. Respiratory arrest*: turn-on

9. Sex and resus combined*: major turn-on (who doesn’t wanna have a little fun while trying to get a stubborn little heart beating again)

10. 'Unhappy endings’ (RIP) for resus*: turn-on (again, only in dark cardiohilia/resus videos, not irl)

11. Anesthesia*: meh

12. Breathing masks: meh

Section 4: Graphic

1. Open heart surgery footage: meh

2. Real animal hearts: major turn-off

3. Real human hearts outside the body*: meh

4. Real human hearts in autopsies: major turn-off

Section 5: Adjacent Kinks

1. Gyno medical exams: turn-on

2. Pregnancy/breeding: turn-off

3. Belly sounds: turn-off

4. Cardiophilia + furry: major turn-off

5. Vampires*: turn-off

6. Necrophilia*: turn-off

Section 6: 😏

1. Reading someone’s bio before engaging with them: turn-on

2. Asking about boundaries: turn-on

3. Respecting those boundaries: turn-on

4. Good spelling: turn-on

*Fantasy/RP only

#cardiophile #cpr #dark cardiophilia #female heart #heartbeat #heartbeat kink #resus #fast heartbeat #cpr resus #female heartbeat

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medfetabdl · 1 year

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Concerns about real defib

I’ve been seeing a lot of people on here and on Instagram that keep saying they want be defibrillated which in terms of role play is fine, but if you actually want to defibrillate yourself you need some help. I know that most people have never felt an electric shock so they think “how painful can it be?” The answer is extremely painful, normal electric shocks are already extremely painful, but dumping 300 Jules of energy through your chest is guaranteed to not only be the most painful thing you’ve ever experienced but also stop your heart or at least put it into fibrillation. A defibrillator puts out about 3000 volts at a considerable amount of current. The next thing I wanted to mention about this is you CAN’T use a defibrillator on someone who is in asystole because the defibrillator is literally meant to stop someone’s heart, you can’t stop someone’s heart if it’s already stopped. You CAN use a defibrillator on someone who is in atrial fibrillation or ventricular fibrillation. The defibrillator releases its charge from its capacitor in less than 0.001 of a second which stops the heart for a very short amount of time which might put it back into a sinus rhythm. Why is gel used? The gel prevents burns from the shock any electric shock especially one of that magnitude can burn your skin very easily. The gel also wets the skin a bit decreasing the skin’s resistance allowing more current to flow and giving a higher chance of the shock being successful. The bottom line here do not defib yourself or have someone defib you.

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time4resus-blog · 2 years

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Dollhouse 3.5

I took a moment to drink in the sight of her. Seeing her unmoving body, knowing that her life functions were halted by me, drove me mad with lust and want. She was completely helpless and needed me to do even the most basic things for her; to breathe and pump her blood.

As the monitor’s shrill cry continued to sound I used my fingers to draw circles around her nipples, watching as her areolas contracted at Ku touch. I cupped each breast and rubbed the nipples with my thumb, squeezing them in my hands. Slowly I mounted the table and straddled her naked form, kneeling over her. Her mouth hung half open and her head tilted to the side, exposing her neck. I bent over and put my lips on her carotid and began to suck. As I pulled away I left a mark, a token of my affection upon her neck.

Kneeling upright again I firmly planted my interlocked hands between her breasts, feeling the cooling skin beneath my palm. I began deep and slow compressions, allowing my pleasure to build with each thrust. I counted thirty compressions and then bent over her as I pinched her nose and blew into her lungs. Her breasts rose as her chest filled with the air from my lungs. Twice I forced my air into her body, filling her lungs.

I planted my hands again and began to pump with more urgency. Keeping time I counted another thirty compressions and repeated our kiss of life. The monitor showed was showing coarse V-Fib and I imagined her little pump stuttering in her chest, wanting to beat for me but needing my permission. I grabbed the paddles and applied gel from a tube. I smeared the cold gel by rubbing the paddles and then I placed them on her chest. Once more I looked upon her still form and imagined the pleasure she must be feeling inside.

The paddles discharged their energy through her chest causing the muscles to spasm. Her breasts jiggled and her body twitched on the table. The monitor went from V-Fib to a flatline, not exactly as I’d hoped. I straddled her again and began to vigorously compress her chest, pushing with all of my might. Sweat was beading on my forehead as I exerted myself, transferring my own energy into her body. “Come on sweetheart, come back now.” I cooed into her ear. “Come back and be mine.”

The monitor was still completely flat so a defib would be useless. I opened the drawer and grabbed a syringe with a long needle. I removed the cap and drove it into her chest. Once more I straddled her, furiously pumping as I watched her head loll and her breasts bounce. “Lila come on! You don’t have permission to die damnit!”

I grabbed the intubation kit and tilted her head back. The scope slipped into her mouth and I saw her vocal cords. The tube slid down her throat and I taped it up so that it wouldn’t get jarred loose. I connected the tube to a ventilator and switched the machine on, watching her chest rise rhythmically. I hated to relinquish control of her breath to a machine but now I could focus purely on her heart.

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myresusfantasy · 3 months

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(1989) Bride Of Re-Animator- Movie (Kathleen Kinmont) - Defibs.

#defibrillation #defib #resus #resuscitation #defib gel #defibrillator #cpr resus #cpr

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resus-icu · 11 months

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Bergdoktor s14 ep 5 - resus

#resus #cpr #female heartbeat #dark cardiophilia #female patient #ambubag #defib paddles #defib gel #electrodes #vfib #kammerflimmern #der bergdoktor #defib #whump #rescue breathing

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kk095 · 3 years

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Terry’s Cardiac Emergency

*hey everyone, sorry I haven't posted a story in awhile! None of my more recent ideas materialized. This story may need some additional editing and whatnot, but I hope you enjoy!*

Terry was a 53 year old woman with wavy, shoulder-length brown hair, beautiful blue eyes that never changed with age, and was of average height and build. Terry worked as an office manager for a hotel, but she always felt her most important job was being a mom, having 2 sons: aged 21 and 18. Terry didn’t have an extensive history of health issues throughout her life, but that all changed 6 months ago when she had her first health scare. One evening after work, Terry experienced chest pain and shortness of breath. Instead of driving herself home, she went straight to the ER, knowing something wasn’t quite right. At the ER, it was discovered that Terry was having a heart attack, so she was taken up to the cardiac catheterization lab and had 2 endovascular stents placed. The procedure went according to plan, and Terry was released from the hospital 2 days later, making a full recovery. Terry and her family had quite a scare and were glad to put that incident behind them- or so they thought!

Last night around 10pm, Terry was at work. She began experiencing a sharp pain in her chest that came seemingly out of nowhere. To make things worse, she began experiencing shortness of breath along with dizziness and light headedness. Around 10:30pm, one of Terry’s coworkers found her unconscious and slumped over at her desk. Terry was breathing and had a pulse, and she had a pale complexion with bulging veins in her neck. Terry’s coworker immediately realized something was wrong and called 911.

After emergency services were notified, they were on scene about 7 minutes later. On scene, EMS set up 2 large bore IVs and set Terry up on a portable heart monitor. Her vital signs weren’t the greatest: her blood pressure was 80/41, her heart rate was 142, her o2 saturation was normal, but the EKG was abnormal, showing an alternating QRS complex. The paramedics hung a bag of normal saline to begin fluid resuscitation and gave Terry some nitrates for chest pain. Since Terry wasn’t fully conscious and had unstable vital signs, the medics felt the next step was intubation for the sake of airway management. A 7.0 ET tube was then placed into the 53 year old mom’s airway, and then held in place with a blue tube holder after proper placement was confirmed. After intubation, Terry was placed on a stretcher and taken into an ambulance which waited nearby.

Terry’s vital signs failed to improve during transport. Her blood pressure continued to drop at an alarming rate. The medics pushed a 250cc bolus of .9 NS to try and buy Terry some time, but it failed to ameliorate the situation. A few minutes into transport, Terry’s condition worsened and went into cardiac arrest. The medics promptly began ACLS protocol. Terry received deep, violent chest compressions. Her D cup breasts bounced around in sync with each individual compression while her belly rippled outwards. Epinephrine and atropine were pushed into the IV line while the defib paddles were being charged. The paddles were charged, gelled, and pressed up against the patient’s bare chest before the shock was delivered.

A quick jolt of electricity was sent into Terry’s lifeless body, causing her chest to flop quickly and her breasts to jiggle. With no change present on the monitors, the medics decided to shock Terry a 2nd time. Shock #2 caused Terry’s feet to flex back and then forward, showing off the thick, silky wrinkles throughout the soles of her size 7 feet. But the 2nd shock failed to produce ROSC, so a 3rd shock was delivered shortly after. Terry’s body twitched violently on the stretcher, reacting more intensely to the stronger defib shock. But it was no use- she went into PEA after the 3rd shock. The medics immediately resumed chest compressions and ambu bagging and pushed the 2nd round of medications.

The EMS team was unable to restart Terry’s heart, so she arrived at the hospital with CPR in progress. By time Terry got to the hospital, she had a down time of 6 minutes, was shocked 3 times, and received 2 doses of medications. After EMS updated the ER team on Terry’s situation, she was moved onto the ER table under a large overhead light. PEA was present on the monitors, so an ER nurse began pumping away at the 53 year old’s chest. The ER attending began barking orders, ordering various blood tests and called for an echocardiogram. With CPR ongoing, ultrasound gel was squirted onto the patient’s chest and an echo was then performed. “jeez, massive tamponade. Get me a thoracotomy tray.” The ER attending called out decisively.

Terry’s chest was splashed with betadine while one of the nurses began setting up the proper equipment for an emergency thoracotomy. Once the tray was set up, the ER attending picked up the scalpel and made a quick, crude cut in the patient’s chest. The incision started in the 5th intercostal space just to the left of her sternum, extended laterally, around her large left breast, and ended just shy of her left armpit. The underlying tissue and fat had to be incised further in order to gain access to the thorax. The following step was to place a finochietto rib spreader into the newly created opening in Terry’s chest. Once the spreader was placed, the knobs were turned and Terry’s ribs were pried apart. A loud popping and cracking sound was heard in the room as the 53 year old mom’s ribs were forced apart during the invasive procedure.

After gaining access to the inside of their patient’s chest, the ER team performed a pericardiotomy in order to relieve the large accumulation of blood trapped around the lining of Terry’s heart. A scalpel was used to make a delicate incision laterally across the exterior portion of the heart. The fibrous lining of the heart was then separated, releasing the blood that was trapped. Thick, gooey coagulated blood oozed from the pericardial incision. The coagulated blood was suctioned out, only to be replaced by fresh, bright red material blood. The area had to be suctioned out once more in order to create a line of sight for the ER team. After visualization of the thoracic cavity was obtained, internal massage began. One of the ER doctors wrapped their hands around Terry’s heart and began manually pumping it. With internal massage ongoing, a cross clamp was placed on the descending aorta near the diaphragm in order to redirect bloodflow to Terry’s heart and brain.

It took several minutes worth of meds and internal compressions until Terry converted back to v-fib. At that point, the internal paddles were charged to 10 joules. The large, spoon shaped paddles were lowered into the woman’s chest, and a shock was delivered. Terry’s chest jolted slightly in response to the shock, but she remained in v-fib. The internal paddles were recharged to 20 joules and placed around her twitching heart. A dull, wet thunk was heard, but v-fib still persisted. A cycle of internal massage and ambu bagging was performed while the large, spoon shaped paddles were recharged to 30. After the paddles were ready, the team delivered the next shock to Terry’s heart. Her toes curled, showing off her cute, wrinkly soles, but she was still in v-fib after this 3rd shock.

Terry was shocked 4 more times with the internal paddles, received several cycles of internal massage, and received the maximum dose of meds. At the 22 minute mark of the code, one of the nurses noted fixed and dilated pupils. Despite the team’s best efforts, time of death was called on Terry while she was still in v-fib. The ambu bag was detached and the heart monitors were switched off. The EKG electrodes were disconnected from Terry’s chest and the rib spreader+clamp were removed. A toe tag was placed on the big toe of Terry’s left foot as a sheet was placed over her lifeless body before being sent off to the morgue.

Since the circumstances of Terry’s death weren’t immediately clear, an autopsy was performed. The autopsy revealed that one of the coronary artery stents Terry had placed 6 months earlier ended up breaking. One of the broken pieces sliced open one of the coronary arteries, causing a major hemorrhage. The blood from said hemorrhage became trapped within the lining of the heart, essentially crushing Terry’s heart from the inside.

With that information in mind, Terry’s family was able to successfully sue the medical device manufacturer of the broken stent, and settled for an undisclosed amount. Even though this couldn’t bring Terry back, it gave her family peace of mind given the tragic circumstances.

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becky-resus · 7 months

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Do you like the idea io defib pads being rubbed over you tits prior to being shocked

Yer I do especially if there are lots of defib gel to slide around

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intubatedangel · 2 years

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Intermission 4 - A Day Together : Chapter 3 + Epilogue

The last part of this story, I enjoyed writing this one, and I hope you enjoy reading it. I also hope the ending gets you excited, maybe even nervous for what’s coming up. Feel free to let me know in the comments.

Story Index

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

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Carl jumped up again, leaving Anna to lie there once more. As Carl walked away and pushed open the bedroom door, a draft of cool air passed over her chest, tingling her bared skin. There was a deeper tingle too. This one borne of anticipation.

In the bedroom Carl gathered the monitor, cramming the IV tubing under the handle before arranging his fingers to scoop up the ambu bag, airway kit and spray bottle in his other hand. He hurried back into the living room, speaking to no-one.

"She choked on a piece of steak. Dislodged it eventually, but she'd already fallen into full respiratory and cardiac arrest. She's been down for 5 minutes, two AED shocks given, but she deteriorated into asystole just before you arrived." Carl reported as he returned to Anna's side. "Someone continue compressions, get her on the monitor..." He began to order, as if he'd taken charge over the imaginary paramedic team. "...I'll get ready to intubate."

It was what Anna had been waiting for. Not just tonight, but for years. Since she'd first realised her interest. Maybe even before.

Even as a child, deep inside she'd felt a desperate need to be cared for. As she grew, so did the hidden need. Seeing medical shows on TV elevated it to a whole other level. Even as she tried to push it out of her mind, she began to yearn for the scenes she had seen. To be cared for, by a whole crowd of people, to the point where even her most basic bodily functions were being supported. Her closely monitored heart being pumped by someone else’s hands. Her lungs being filled by a ventilator or a bag.

After finally allowing herself to open up to the fantasies deep inside she had experienced almost everything she imagined. Her heart had been displayed on a screen. She'd had Carl's hands between her breasts, pressing her chest. Defib pads firmly secured to her chest, sticky with conductive gel, a pulse of pleasure replacing a true shock. She had air forced into her, directly from Carl's mouth and from a rubbery bag. Yet on that count she wanted more. To be given air through a tube that parted her lips, which disappeared between her teeth. Down her throat towards her lungs. To be genuinely intubated. The thought threatened to make her burst.

She got lost in those thoughts, only barely sensing the cool touch of the small electrodes dotting her chest. The soft whine that spilled from the monitor was a mere background note. Her reverie was only broken when Carl's fingers grasped her jaw gently, tilting her head and pushing her chin forward. She cracked her eyes open just enough to see the mask attached to the blue ambu bag descend towards her face. She quickly emptied her lungs, a moment later accepting the breath in a manner that was becoming natural. She watched as Carl gave her a series of steady breaths, then set the ambu bag aside, picking up something else.

"Ok, hold compressions." He said aloud, snapping open the laryngoscope with a flick of his wrist.

* * *

Carl could see the anticipation written throughout Anna's entire body, as limp as she attempted to play. He slid the laryngoscope into her mouth, advancing it just enough to press her tongue and keep her mouth open. With his other hand he grabbed the bottle of lidocaine. Similar to the products you could buy from a pharmacy for a sore throat, or a decidedly 18+ store for certain activities, this bottle contained a higher concentration of the numbing drug. He lined it up and pressed the plunger, sending a jet of the spray to the back of Anna's throat.

For just a moment she felt the urge to gag and fought against it. Then as soon as it had appeared, the lidocaine took hold. All sensation vanished in an instant. Carl slid the laryngoscope further into Anna's mouth, touching the tip of the blade to the back of her throat. She could feel something. A pressure in the tissue beyond. But her throat itself was numb.

Carl manipulated the scope, cranking back on the handle, prising Anna's mouth open further, until he could actually see her vocal cords. He gave another quick spray, the numb sensation spreading deeper.

"Tube." Carl said, a warning that sent a thrill down Anna's spine. She opened her eyes wider. She wanted to see it. The cuffed end of the tube moved into view, lining up with the laryngoscope, then it vanished between her lips. She watched the markings on the tube as it slid along the scope. "Here we go." Carl whispered.

Anna tingled with the thrill, seeing the tip of the tube come closer and closer. She desperately wanted that tube to be the only way of giving her breath. It was not to be.

Carl could see her vocal cords clearly, pushing the end of the tube closer, closer. Just a little bit further and the tube was through, into her trachea. For a few moments. As much as her mind, her soul, cried out to accept the tube, her body was unwilling.

She bucked, gagging despite her numbed throat. Carl pulled the tube back, drawing it and the laryngoscope from her mouth. She lurched up, coughing and gasping, Carl gathering her into his arms.

It took a long few seconds for her to catch her breath properly. Carl's hand stroked her bare back, soothing her.

"I'm sorry. I knew it might not work." He told her.

"I wanted it." She whispered, her voice a little hoarse. "Needed it."

"I don't think we should try again." Carl told her, concern in his voice.

"I... I know." She sagged, consumed with disappointment and embarrassment.

Carl held for a while, stroking her hair. He didn't want this to ruin her night. "If you want to continue," He said tentatively, "I might be able to give you something close."

She looked up at him, composed herself, then nodded. He gave her a kiss on her brow, then lowered her gently to the floor. As he did so, she let her body fall totally limp once more. Carl used the scissors from the AED to cut the ET tube down, then inserted the laryngoscope once more. He gave her another spray of lidocaine, to ease the lingering discomfort of the failed attempt. He slid the half-tube along the blade again, until just a few inches stuck out of her mouth. He held it there with one hand, the other taking the roll of inch wide tape. With help from his teeth, he tore off a strip and wrapped it around the tube, smoothing it down to her cheeks.

Then he tore of another strip, placing it more diagonally over her mouth and the tube. A third strip in the opposite direction. Then a fourth and a fifth, covering every little gap between her lips. He took the IV tubing resting the tip inside the corner of her nose, simulating a naso-gastric tube. Not quite realistic for the scenario, but a perfect excuse to have more tape securing it. And blocking her nostrils.

The ET tube was now the only way to give her breath.

* * *

With Anna 'intubated' Carl slipped smoothly back into the roleplay. He connected the bag, giving a gentle squeeze, pushing air through the tube into Anna's mouth, which she accepted into her lungs. "Right, I'm in, let's do a pulse check." She felt his fingers press into her neck, but she didn't change to simulated output of the monitor. "Still nothing. Dammit Anna." He sighed. "Right, push a round of epi and let’s continue compressions."

He gave her another breath, popping off the bag before her shuffled around to her side. Anna was glad for that. It kept the bag from pulling her head to the side, allowing her to watch as Carl raised himself up on his knees. She felt his hands settle once more upon the block over her sternum, and the steady half compressions resumed. They made her body flex and tremor, forcing her head to rock gently each time her shoulders popped. Yet her gaze was fixed on the tip of the tube, waving with her head. It was the exact fantasy she desired, and she lost herself in it completely.

Carl noticed that Anna's eyes had glazed over, giving her another pulse check when he finished a round of compressions, just to ensure that she wasn't in any trouble. He smiled, knowing that she was totally enthralled, and that he had been the bringer of all of her dreams.

Anna still had presence enough to keep up with the play. After another round of compressions, while Carl gave her air with the bag, she twitched her fingers enough to change the monitor. "V-fib. We've got V-fib! That's it Anna. Charge it up, 200 joules!" He ordered, unhooking the bag before grabbing the Z-pad and peeling it away from her chest. Anna couldn't see what he was doing, but heard the tearing of a packet, then felt the cool stickiness as a gel pad landed on her flesh.

Carl placed the second pad in position, pausing for just a moment to admire the body before him, the orange gel pads glistening. Then he grabbed the paddles, giving in to artistic license and rubbing them together over Anna's chest, before bringing them down onto the pads.

"Clear!"

Anna was ready, pushing her pleasure through her back, jerking her chest in a sharp spasm. She didn't change the monitor.

"No response. Charge again!" Carl demanded, planting one hand on Anna's chest, giving her compressions with the paddles in his other hand. For ten seconds he pressed down with a single straight arm, before shouting out. "Charged, everybody clear! Shocking!"

He slammed the paddles onto the pads. Anna twitched her body again. The monitor began to scream once more.

"Don't do this Anna. Come on!" Carl dropped the paddles beside her, then looped his leg over her waist, straddling her. "1...2...3...4...5...6...7..." He counted out as his hands, fingers weaved together, pumped on her chest. He could feel the slight movements of her body against his knees. Watched her head bobble from side to side.

Anna stared up at him with half open eyes, the end of the tube waving too and fro as she let her head shake gently. He counted out to thirty then leaned down along her body, the cloth of his T-shirt caressing her bare chest. He ignored the ambu bag, planting one hand above her shoulder as the other cradled her head, lifting it enough for him to wrap his mouth over the open tube. He exhaled directly into the tube. Anna pulled the air into her lungs, her chest rising to touch his. After another breath Carl lay her head down, using his thumb to push her eye open. "She's still in there. Come back to me Anna. I need you." He whispered with a husky inflection.

Anna was feeling the same. Her whole body was alive with tingles, and she'd had to fight down a moan with that last breath he'd given her. She moved her fingers, the monitor changing from the piercing whine to the two tone again.

"Charge it up, straight to 360!" He called as he gave a quick series of compressions. "Here we go Anna." He grabbed the paddles and, still straddling her, planted them on the shiny orange gels. "Clear!" She gave in to the same artistic license that Carl had, arching her back and pressing her waist up against his in an extreme Hollywood defib. Her hips thumped hard against the floor. "Again!" Carl shouted, dropping the paddles on her belly to give her more compressions. With the slight bumps of her belly as the compressions forced it to distend, one of the paddles slid to the floor with a rattle. "Charged again. This time Anna, beat that heart for me! Clear!"

Anna arched again, her whole body tense with pleasure. She couldn't help herself this time, moaning as she hung in air, tremoring with pleasure. She forgot to press the button to signal a restarted heart. Carl was already giving her compressions again.

Every feeling became amplified. His hands on her chest. The tube between her teeth. The tape all over her face. The slight movement of air across her flesh. Two hard spots on her chest as Carl placed the paddles once again. He gave them a little extra push against her, and she pressed up against him. She was vaguely aware, as her hips ground against him, that he was just as excited. She let out another moan that was cut off as Carl force his breath into the tube again. Anna's breath came harder and faster, the tube whistling.

Neither would be able to pinpoint the exact time the roleplay disintegrated, overcame by intense pleasure. The clatter of Carl's belt, the tearing of the rest of the dress, swept away as they both gave into their desires. The remote was forgotten, the monitor continuing its two tone alarm, providing a rhythm for the next activity.

* * *

They lay next to each other, Anna's head nestled on his shoulder, still on the floor with a blanket from the sofa over them both and a few cushions behind their heads. They were both breathing deeply, Carl silently, Anna with a slight whistle, the tube still held in her mouth by the mound of tape. She lifted her head and poked Carl's chin with the tip.

He looked at her, his eyes still dreamy, his mouth in a contented smile. "Hmm?" He asked, not bothering with words. Anna's eyes tracked from his, to the tube, and back a couple of times, until he finally got the message. "Ah." He held her head as he shifted, angling the tube to give her one last breath through it. He grinned at her, then started stripping off the tape. It took a minute, there was that much of it. He slid the tube out and cast it aside, leaning over to give her a proper kiss on the lips. Anna melted into it.

"Did the procedure work?" Carl asked her, nodding at the monitor. It still hadn't been changed from the simulated v-fib.

Anna didn't say anything, but her hand scrabbled around the floor until it found the remote. Steady bleeps began to sound out. Carl smiled, then his eyes widened as he remembered something.

"You are a very distracting woman Anna Swift." He said, giving her another kiss before wriggling out of the blanket. and walking towards the bedroom.

Anna admired the view before she pulled herself up, wrapping the blanket around her naked body and leaning against the sofa as she watched him go, her head tilted to one side in curiosity. He came back a few moments later, wrapped in one of the luxurious bath robes, another over his arm. He stopped by the counter, grabbing the glasses and bottle of wine. He placed them on the table, handing the robe to Anna, then headed towards the door.

Anna moved the monitor to the coffee table then put on the robe and poured the wine as Carl dug through the pockets of his jacket. She was settled comfortably when he returned to her side, holding one hand behind his back.

"I might have lied a bit, earlier today. I wasn't just getting a new watch battery. I may have also been picking up an order I sent in." He said as he brought his arm around. For a brief moment Anna thought it might be an engagement ring, but the box was much too big. Besides, they'd literally spent the whole day together since he caught her looking at those rings, it was physically impossible. Which raised the question of what was in the box.

Carl held the box out her and slipped the lid off. Inside was a silver chain necklace, with a large heart shaped pendant.

"Oh...wow..." Anna breathed, tentatively lifting it out.

Carl grinned at her as she admired it, then her reached for the heart pendant. Anna realised it was actually a locket when he popped it open, showing the insides to her.

"Yours and mine. Together." Was all he whispered.

On each side of the locket was a pair of ecg waveforms. They differed slightly from each other. Anna glanced to the monitor, seeing one half of the locket perfectly reflected. Not just any old heartbeats. Her heartbeats. Right next to his.

* * *

7 Days Later

Carl woke slowly. He'd been dreaming of that night. He smiled to himself, enjoying the memory. He rolled over to look at Anna.

Reality struck him like a hammer.

The other half of the bed was cold and empty.

Other memories slammed into him.

Anna, her face pale and eyes wide with panic.

Desperate shouting.

The screaming of a monitor.

He lurched upright. The earlier dream completely faded away, leaving him with nothing but the nightmare of the real world. He panted, reaching for the nightstand and the glass of water upon it. The back of his hand brushed against cold metal.

The locket. It glinted slightly in the light reflected from the digital clock. 4:21AM, it said. But Carl was looking at the locket. It looked normal in silhouette, but he knew what he'd see when he turned on the light. Silver, tarnished with the copper colour of dried blood.

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