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These asks are just getting wilder and wilder. 😅

I sadly will have to pass on your offer, although resus does sound good, feet aren't really my thing, sorry.

Eh, no thank you. I'll leave that stuff to the people who are actually good at it!

I'm actually a 350 year old dragon that burns down cities for fun.

Most, if not everyone would agree that a warm summer day should be spent at a beach, or near a lake, however, Elle sadly had to work in a store. The day appeared to be going by slowly as minutes ticked away on the clock. The store was fairly busy as most people came in to get their last minute holiday items before leaving on a holiday. With the store being understaffed this specific day, it put a lot of pressure on the three employees present, trying to satisfy every customer. Ian, behind the cash register commandeered the whole store as Elle and Andy frantically ran around, trying to keep the shelves stocked up while the flood of customers seemed endless. More time passes as the clock finally hits noon. “You two can go get lunch if you want, I’ll lock up the store for the moment.”, Ian said as he finally emerged from behind the cash register.

Elle and Andy looked at each other before nodding in agreement and walking to the back area, where a table and some chairs were present. Elle lazily went to sit down at one of the empty chairs as Andy started to walk out of the room again. “Forgot my lunch in my car, I’ll be back in a minute.”, Andy said as he disappeared around the corner. The heavy workforce had taken a toll on Elle’s heart as it suddenly started to hurt like crazy. She gripped her chest with her left hand through her work uniform as her breathing started to become heavier and heavier. Elle desperately tried to call for help, but only managed to forcefully huff some oxygen as the pain in her chest grew louder and louder.

“Ian, wait, I forgot my lunch in my car!”, Andy shouted from the back of the store as he came running to the front. Ian just stood still, holding the keys in his hand as Andy approached him. “Be quick, lunchtime is ticking down.”, Ian jokingly said as he patted Andy on the back, unknowing Elle was starting to lose consciousness in the breakroom. Ian watched as Andy ran over to his car before retrieving a backpack out of the passenger seat and running back to the door of the store. “What a shame we have to work today, it’s lovely outside.”, Andy said as he entered the store, looking how Ian finally locked the door behind him. They started to lazily walk to the breakroom as a loud thud was heard.

“Elle, Elle?!”, Andy shouted as the pair entered the hallway to the breakroom. They looked at each other panicked as there came no response from the breakroom. The two started to pick up the pace before finally coming around the corner, laying their eyes on Elle’s unconscious, limp body. Andy immediately dropped his backpack before kneeling down next to Elle’s body. “Dude, she’s not breathing, can you check for a pulse?”, Ian said as he realised Elle’s chest wasn’t rising at all. Andy planted his fingers into Elle’s neck before letting out a sigh and shaking his head. “W-what do we do?”, Ian said as he attempted to grab his phone, nearly dropping it in the process. “Eh, eh, call the emergency services.”, Andy replied as he started to pinch Elle’s nose. “Do you know what you’re doing?”, Ian asked as he finally unlocked his phone. “No, but something is better than nothing isn’t it?”, Andy replied scared before sealing his mouth over Elle’s.

A hot surge of oxygen entered Elle’s lungs as Andy emptied his lungs into hers. He took his mouth off hers for a split second before repeating the same process. The two man momentarily froze for a second before looking at them. “A-are you sure she wouldn’t mind, I mean, it’s quite the private area you know.”, Andy tried to say as he sat upright again. “Well, if we don’t do anything, she’s fucking dead, so get on with it.”, Ian replied bluntly as he walked out of the room to call the emergency services. Andy calmly interlocked his two hands before firmly placing them onto Elle’s left breast before gently pressing down onto them. He found a rhythm that he could sustain for a bit as Ian finished making his phone call. “I-is this the right position?”, Andy asked as he finished his set of compressions before signalling to Ian to get on his knees next to Elle’s head. “Probably, maybe a bit more to the centre, I’m not sure though.”, Ian replied as he kneeled down next to Elle’s head, ready to supply her lungs with oxygen.

Another warm breath was forced into Elle’s, otherwise still lungs, before Andy positioned his hands somewhat more centralised than before, but still covering most of Elle’s left breast. Elle’s stomach was forced outwards as her chest was forced to cave inwards while Andy counted his compressions out loud. The warmth inside the breakroom managed to make sweat form on top of Andy’s forehead as he finished another set of compressions before looking over at Ian. Ian looked down at Elle’s lips, noticing how her bright red lipstick started to get smeared off from the contact with the two men. “Hey man, if you’re starting to feel tired, we can switch positions.”, Ian said before sealing his lips over Elle’s. Her chest rose with ease as more oxygen was forced into her lungs before falling flat once more.

Andy looked over at Ian as he delivered his second wave of breaths before giving him a nod. The two quickly changed positions before Ian lowered his hands onto Elle’s sternum. Elle’s chest rattled from side to side as Ian used his entire weight to crush down on Elle’s sternum, making her breast jiggle slightly through her work uniform. “Don’t we have those emergency defibrillators here?”, Ian asked as he continued to pummel away on Elle’s chest. Andy nodded before getting up and sprinting towards to hallway, grabbing the AED present and coming back to Ian. “W-we need to take her top off.”, Andy stated as he grabbed the bottom of Elle’s uniform.

Ian momentarily halted compressions as Andy pulled the shirt over her head, exposing her white bra. Two more breaths got forced into Elle’s lungs before Ian started to read the instructions on the AED. He halted for a second before rolling Elle onto her side and undoing the straps of her bra. Ian looked on shocked as Elle was rolled back onto her back before Ian threw her bra aside. “I’m just following instructions.”, Ian said as he unpacked the two sticky pads from the AED. He placed the pads as they were shown on the packaging before turning on the machine. “Analysing rhythm… Don’t touch the patient… Shock advised.”, the machine stated as it ran through it’s procedure. Ian looked at Andy as his finger hovered over the orange button. A wet thud echoed through the breakroom as the AED discharged it’s charge straight onto Elle’s chest. Her body flopped on the cold floor, rattling her breasts as she landed back onto the floor. A few seconds passed before Ian placed his bare hands back onto, now Elle’s naked chest. He ignored the movements coming from breasts as he just wanted to bring his co-worker back. Andy ran his hands through his hair, noticing how pale the woman in front of him had gotten before it was his turn to provide oxygen once more. He took a big breath before sealing his lips over Elle’s once more, emptying his lungs into her. He quickly removed his lips from hers before going through the same process once more. “Let’s shock her again.”, Ian stated as he looked over at Andy. Andy nodded before turning on the AED once more. The same process happened, the AED searching for a rhythm, before wining up the charge. Elle’s body once again flopped on the floor, her head falling limply to the side before she let’s out a huge gasp. “Elle, calm, please stay calm.”, Ian reassured her as he quickly grabbed her work uniform to cover her chest. “Your heart stopped beating, but we got it going again.”, Andy stated as he let out a big sigh. Elle’s eyes looked around the room scared, and confused as sirens could be heard in the background.

Your body lays eerily still on the trauma room table as an ET tube gently pulls open your lips while a nurse gently wipes away some of the blood left over on your face. A portable CT scan quickly gets rolled closer to the table Andrew puts some cold lubricant on the probe. He gently places it onto your abdomen, carefully moving it around as the gel makes your bruising glitter from the light above you. “Both her liver and left kidney are ruptured, we need to get her to an OR as soon as possible.”, he sighs out as the image appears on the screen next to him. “Tell them we’re coming with a critical patient, have them bring in units of blood right away.”, Andrew commands as a nurse quickly picks up the phone. A nurse swiftly hides your body loosely underneath a gown while another one disconnects the ambubag before connecting an elbow joint with a softer, rubber balloon. The team undoes the brakes to the table before gently rolling it out of the trauma room towards the elevator right next to it. Your heartrate, promptly displayed on the screen continues to stay elevated as your heart struggles to beat around the small amount of blood still in your body while the team waits for the elevator to arrive. Finally, a ding echoes through the hallway as the metal cage slowly slides open. The team carefully pushes your bed inside it, before the doctor presses the button to go to the upper floor. “Hang in there girl, we’ll fix you up.”, he sighs out as he looks at the monitor, seeing your irregular vitals.

The elevator arrives at the designated floor, slowly opening it’s doors before the team pushes your bed outside of it, towards the big double doors at the end of the hallway. Your lungs expand smoothly each time the nurse compresses the soft ambubag as the team transports you body onto the sterile table in the middle of the room. “Connect her to the automatic ventilator, I’m gonna scrub in.”, Andrew commands as he exists through a small door to the side. The nurse quickly disconnects the elbow joint before connecting a bigger hose to the open end of your tube. She hides your hair in a light blue bouffant cap before placing some white tape across your eyes while another nurse hides your lips behind a blue tube holder. They carefully remove your gown, making sure to not peel off any of the electrodes before covering your nude chest, and legs with green, sterile surgical sheets, leaving just an opening for your abdomen as the rest of the team starts to prep themselves as well. Andrew finishes scrubbing his hands clean, before quickly putting on the gown which is being held out in front of him by a nurse. A crackling sound is heard through the prepping area as a nurse tears open a package of sterile gloves, gently gliding them over Andrew’s hands as he ties his surgical gown shut against his body. He finishes prepping himself as he tightly wraps a mask around his face, before hiding his hair underneath a cap while he makes his way back towards the surgical suite.

“Everybody ready?”, Andrew asks softly as the team starts to gather around your body. The monitor next to the table continues to display your irregular vitals as Andrew reaches for the scalpel from the metal tray. He lowers the knife towards you abdomen, carefully making an incision as a nurse assists him in spreading the cut open before letting out a small sigh. “Get the suction in here, there’s so much blood.”, he says as he starts to dig around your abdomen, soaking his gloves with your blood. The nurse quickly guides the suction tube along the cut, trying to give Andrew a better view as the monitor continues to beat at an elevated rate.

“Vitals are relatively stable sir.”, a nurse next to the monitor says as Andrew continues to look around your abdomen, desperately trying to find the rupture in your liver. A sudden burst of blood covers a bit of his gown as the nurses next to your IV’s desperately try to keep enough blood flowing in you as the monitor once again starts to go haywire. “BP is crashing, we can’t keep her stable for much longer sir.”, a nurse sighs out as a faint alarm gets displayed on the screen of the monitor. “I just need a bit more time, damn it.”, Andrew sighs out as he starts to pick up the pace, while more units of blood get forced into your body. “Keep the suction, I nearly have it.”, he commands as the alarm from the monitor only grows louder. “Found it, hand me the staplers.”, he says as he holds out his hand while your heartrate is climbing to dangerous levels. “She’s going into V-Fib sir.”, a nurse sighs out as the line on the monitor starts to display a frantic pattern. Andrew quickly staples the rupture of your liver shut before removing his gloved hands from the cut made in your abdomen.

“Charge the paddles at 200.”, he commands as he pauses for a moment, looking at the monitor. Andrew quickly pulls back the sheets covering your breasts before interlocking his hands, lowering them to your sternum as a nurse swiftly tears open a package of orange gel pads. A nurse turns the knob to the defibrillator, making it spurt to life as he starts to rhythmically compress your chest. The whine coming from the defibrillator grows louder, until a double bleep interrupts Andrew’s aloud counting. “We’re charged sir.”, a nurse exclaims as she hands Andrew the paddles. “Clear!”, he commands as he firmly places the paddles onto the pads on your chest. The shock violently rips through your body, making your chest arch, before slamming hard down again on the table below you. “Damn it, charge again!”, he shouts as the frantic line on the monitor doesn’t seem to disappear. He once again interlocks his hands, lowering them on the spot covered in blood between your breasts before violently pressing down. The monitor continues to blare an alarm as Andrew puts his entire weight into crushing your heart, making your breasts bounce each time he forces your sternum to bend inwards. A nurse finally disconnects your tube from the automatic ventilator, instead replacing it with a green ambubag as she waits for Andrew to finish his set of compressions. “We’re charged.”, a nurse says as she takes the defibrillator paddles out of their docking stations, handing them to Andrew. Two big puffs of air get forced into your lungs, making your chest rise smoothly each time as Andrew firmly presses the paddles on the orange pads on your chest once again. “Clear!”, he shouts, releasing the built up charge straight through your heart. Your chest once again arches, slightly lifting your head as well as it slams hard down on the table, pulling your bouffant cap off a bit as your heart completely stops inside your chest.

“Damn it girl, don’t you die on me.”, he sighs out as he balms his fist, before slamming it hard down onto your sternum. Your breasts once again shake violently with the force of the thump, making a small spike appear on the screen before Andrew interlocks his hands once again. He counts his compressions aloud, ignoring his own breathing getting heavier and heavier as he continues to compress your still heart. “Push epi, give us something, damn it.”, he commands as he once again nears the end of his set of compressions.

It was a bright, warm summer day as you were on your way to get some last minute shopping done. The sun, reflecting and radiating off your skin as you walked ever so close to the store. You pulled out your phone, desperately trying to kill time as you failed to notice the car driving at a dangerously fast speed, speeding towards you. The driver, not paying attention in the slightest continued to speed down the narrow road, missing the fact you’re about to cross the road. You desperately tried to jump back, but to no avail, the car hit you, flipping your body over the front, then the roof before it came to a complete stop against a pole. A sharp pain engulfed your abdomen, all the way to your toes as you started to heave on the warm pavement. A group of bystanders tried to stop the car, but it left the scene faster than it even arrived.

“Hello, Miss, can you hear me?”, a soft voice asks as she reaches for her phone in her pocket. “P-P-Pai..”, you try to blurt out as a small trickle of blood starts to run down your cheek. “Try not to move, help is on the way.”, the old lady softly says as she dials the emergency number. “Emergency services? Yes, hello, I need help, some lady got hit by a car and there’s blood coming out of her mouth.”, the lady says, the panic audible in her voice as her eyes are locked onto your broken body. “I-I think she is breathing, her chest is barely moving though, please, help her.”, she says as she tries to fight back a tear. “Please hurry. Did you hear that, help is on the way!”, the lady says as she kneels down next to you.

A fear engulfs her as her shaky hands gently touch your neck, trying to find for a pulse. The panic in your eyes is overshadowed by the thousand yard stare as your eyes desperately try to keep focus. Your weak attempts at breathing barely manage to get enough oxygen into your lungs as a set of sirens can be heard from a far distance. The old lady gently picks up your hand, tightly gripping it in yours as your body starts to lose the battle against itself. Your eyes, ever so glazed start to fall shut, then bolt open again, only for the cycle to repeat itself. “Hey, stay with me, hello.”, the lady says as she notices your struggle. She gently taps your cheek, desperately trying to keep you conscious as the ambulance finally arrives.

“She just lost consciousness.”, the old lady cries out as the door to the ambulance swings open. A team of paramedics exit the ambulance, led by a male doctor as they finally reach your body. The driver places the stretcher, with a monitor on it, right next to your broken body before the nurse starts to rumble through the bag on her back. “Get her shirt off, we need to get her on the monitor as soon as possible, try to get her BP and prepare the oxygen kit.”, the doctor commands as he gently creeps open your eyes before shining his penlight across them. “Pupils are reactive, get me the neck collar.”, he commands as the nurse starts to run the shears along your shirt. She quickly pulls aside the fabric, revealing your heavily bruised stomach before the doctor tightly secures the neck collar along your neck. As he slides the BP cuff along your arm, the nurse quickly dots electrodes along your chest before connecting them to the monitor. “BP is 85/40, heart rate is 101, we need to get her to the hospital quickly, I’m suspecting a major internal bleeding.”, the doctor sighs out as he hangs a plastic oxygen mask around your face, securing it tightly with the straps.

“Is she stable enough?”, the nurse asks concerned as she started inserting the needle for an IV into your arm. “She won’t be for much longer if we don’t get her out of here.”, the doctor sighs out as he moves towards your shoulders. “We’ll roll her onto the plank, then tightly secure her to the stretcher, there might be some damage to her neck or spine, but we won’t know for certain until she’s had an x-ray.”, the doctor says as the nurse pulls the plank closer to your body. “On my count, one, two, three.”, he orders as they gently pull your body to one side, allowing the plastic plank to be slid underneath you. They carefully lift up the plank, placing it onto the stretcher right next to you before tightly securing the straps, making sure your body can’t move at all as they start to make their way towards the back of the ambulance. They gently slide the stretcher into the ambulance as the monitor continues to display your elevated heart rate. The entire car shakes slightly as the doors get slammed shut before the ambulance takes off with it’s sirens blaring. The doctor’s eyes are glued onto the monitor as the sirens from the ambulance mask the erratic beeping coming from the machine between your legs. “I want an x-ray, CT scan and OR to be ready on arrival.”, the man shouts towards the driver as the nurse connects an oxygen meter to your finger, then the monitor. “Her O2 sats are far too low.”, the nurse sighs out as she sees the look on the doctor’s face. “A-Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”, she asks concerned as the doctor grabs his stethoscope. “Punctured lung, damn it.”, he curses out as a sudden wave of blood spurts out of your mouth, covering the oxygen mask providing your lungs with oxygen. “She’s haemorrhaging, get the suction.”, the doctor commands as he pulls away the mask from your mouth. The nurse quickly slides the tube into your mouth, then your throat as she attempts to remove the sudden increase of blood in your lungs. “BP and O2 are crashing doctor, we can’t keep her stable for much longer.”, the nurse sighs out as she desperately tries to clear your lungs. The monitor between your legs starts to go haywire as multiple alarms begin to go off. Your heart desperately tries to pump enough blood around, trying to make up for the amount you’ve lost as the doctor tightly secures an ambubag over your mouth. “We’re nearly there, hang in there.”, the doctor sighs out as the ambulance takes a sudden turn before coming to a harsh stop.

The doors to the ambulance slide open, revealing a team of gowned nurses and a doctor as they pull the stretcher out of the ambulance. “Female, early 20’s, victim of a hit and run, suspected massive internal bleeding, started haemorrhaging 2 minutes ago, vitals are all over the place as we couldn’t keep her stable.”, the doctor informs the team as they rush you towards the trauma room. They quickly transport you from the stretcher onto the table already present before removing the monitor from between your legs. “Prepare her for a chest tube, we need to get her lungs cleared.”, the doctor commands as your O2 sat continues to be dangerously low. A nurse quickly snips your bra, before coating the side of your chest in iodine as the doctor quickly puts on a yellow gown, followed by a pair of gloves. He grabs the scalpel, lowering it to your skin before making a crude incision between your ribs. A nurse swiftly follows, guiding a tube down the hole. That’s when it happened, a sudden rush of blood squirts out of the tube, covering the doctors gown in blood as the monitor starts to fire off a new alarm.

“She’s in V-Fib, charge the paddles!”, the doctor commands as he quickly interlocks his gloved hands before lowering them between your breasts. He violently starts to crush your sternum as the defibrillator whines to life. The man forces your chest to cave inwards, in turn making your stomach bulge outwards as the defibrillator finishes charging. A nurse quickly places a pair of orange gel pads onto your chest, while another one undoes the button to your pants. “Charged at 200 doctor.”, a nurse says as she firmly places the paddles onto your chest. “Clear!”, she shouts before pressing both buttons to the paddles simultaneously, releasing the shock onto your body. Your chest arches as the electricity runs through your body, before falling completely flat. The doctor let’s out a sigh before interlocking his hands once again, lowering them into your sternum. He counts out loud as he rhythmically presses down on your sternum while the team waits for the defibrillator to finish charging. “Charged doctor.”, the nurse says as she once again guides the paddles down onto their spots. “Clear!”, she waits a moment for everyone to clear your body before sending the shock through your quivering heart once again, making it stop completely inside your chest. “Asystole, resume compressions, get ready to intubate her!”, the doctor commands as a nurse steps up to deliver textbook compressions. A second IV is set up, blood being pumped into your body in an attempt to recover what you lost while the nurse continues to crush your heart between your sternum and spine. She nears the end of her set, pausing momentarily to let the doctor slide a tube down your throat. “Tubes in, continue compressions.”, he says as he grabs a roll of white tape, tightly securing the tube. The nurse resumes compressions, putting her entire weight into compressing your still heart as her ponytail bops up and down in rhythm of her compressions. Despite her best attempts, the line on the monitor continues to run completely flat as your body shakes violently from side to side. The nurse once again pauses for a moment, letting much needed oxygen flow into your lungs before she resumes her brutal attempts at making your heart beat again. “After this round, push epi.”, the doctor commands as his eyes are glued onto the monitor. The nurse’s breathing starts to become heavier and heavier each compressions as she nears the end of her set of compressions once again. “Switch.”, she says out of breath as she watches a nurse plunge epi into your IV. “She’s been down for 5 minutes doctor.”, the recorder in the corner of the room says as she looks at her stopwatch. A new nurse steps up before delivering textbook compressions onto your chest once again, shaking your breasts gently as your sternum becomes more and more bruised. “She’s fibrillating again.”, the doctor sighs out as the flatline on the monitor gets replaced by a squiggly line. A nurse next to the defibrillator quickly turns the nob to the machine as your chest continues to be bombarded by rough compressions. “Charged at 300.”, the nurse says as she quickly places the paddles onto the orange gel pads. “Clear!”, she shouts, waiting for the nurse to drop the ambubag next to your head. The shock once again violently rips through your body, making your back arche as the shock appears on the monitor. “Nothing, go again!”, the doctor shouts furiously, starting to lose hope. The same cycle proceeds, a nurse violently compressing your chest as the team waits for the defibrillator to finish charging. “Clear!”, the nurse simply shouts as she forces the shock through your heart.

I don't see how that has any relevance to my stories, but yes.