Dean

A sudden pain in his chest, he can't breathe. His heart is racing and out of sync, suddenly it stops.

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I'm sorry but there won't be any content from me for the foreseeable future. My interest is just not there and I don't know if it's coming back. Please respect that.

I'm keeping my account active, but won't be interacting with the community while I figure things in my head.

I haven't written a story for some time, here's a 'partial' to try and get back into it. I hope you enjoy! -- It had now been nearly five minutes since the last breath had passed through her now blueish lips. Her face was drained of colour.

Her eyes seemed to gaze through him, half open and vacant. With each forceful compression of her trembling heart, they remain fixed and staring, while her head shudders and moves freely. 

In a story, I do like a start that's kind of a panic. Where the person starts CPR with less regard for accuracy without thinking much. Just the raw emotion and adrenaline involved. Then after a short time, they compose themselves and there's a lift/carry moment to the floor from a bed or sofa and the resus efforts intensify. From here, the efforts would continue for as long as necessary, beyond where it would be reasonable to stop because the rescuer refuses to give up.

As a side note, I've always liked the idea of someone slumped, half sat up on a sofa, straddled and being pushed into the back of the sofa with compressions. Totally unrealistic and not medially accurate, but I like the idea!

Just a little scene.

Over the past few minutes, she'd started to become aware of her heart. The pounding in her chest steadily intensified. Harder and faster her fragile little pump was beating, almost punching into her ribs. Her skin was slightly clammy, her lips discoloured, with less oxygen successfully being passed through her weakening body.

Each breath became an effort, as it felt more and more like someone was standing on her chest. The pressure, the aching, it was unbearable. Her tortured breathing slowly turned to gasps, with her heart starting to jump and stutter more with each passing second.

The fringes of her vision became blurred and darkened, her eyes beginning to roll at times. Consciousness was beginning to fade, as she pulled a lightly clenched fist between her breasts, rubbing her sternum with what little strength remained.

Her eyes drifted sideways to the cabinet on which her phone sat. Knowing her trembling legs would be unable to support her, she lunged towards it. Falling short, her body slid forward from the bed she had been sitting on, slumping to the soft, carpeted floor. Her head protected by the leading arm, which hit first. Stranded on her side, she managed to roll onto her back, stretching her neck to aid her futile efforts to breathe.

Moments later, with her body crumpled and twisted upon the bedroom floor, the last air escaped her blueish lips. Her heart was reduced to a mere quiver, unable to beat by itself. Her skin had started to turn a deathly grey.