FireMedic

Beth, 35 ans, est en urgence absolue après avoir été victime d’un arrêt cardiaque lors d’un match de football avec son club amateur. Il y a encore quelques minutes, elle débordait de vie et d’énergie. Les médecins se luttent sans relâche pour la ramener.

Les médecins donnent tout pour la sauver.

Featuring @firemedicuk

Elle couldn't shake the strange mix of emotions that lingered from her incident at Starbucks. She felt almost guilty for not witnessing the chaos firsthand. Part of her wished someone had filmed it and shared it online. She knew it was morally wrong to think that way, but there was a curious fascination she couldn't deny. Watching the scene unfold would have given her a sense of closure, a way to understand the surreal experience she had survived.

Saturday arrived with a clear sky and a cool breeze, perfect for a walk. Elle set out with her earbuds in, catching up on her favorite podcast series. The rhythmic sound of her steps on the pavement was soothing, a stark contrast to the noise in her mind.

As she wandered through town, she stumbled upon the local fire station's open day. Bright red fire engines gleamed under the sun, and a crowd had gathered to watch the demonstrations. Elle paused, drawn to the scene. She noticed Tom, a familiar face she often saw at parties through mutual friends. Tall with dark hair and a strong, commanding presence, he was demonstrating first aid techniques to an eager audience.

Elle watched intently, a pang of envy striking her as she saw someone else being used for the demonstration. Her mind drifted to the feeling of hands on her chest, the force of compressions bringing her back to life. She shook the thought away, focusing on Tom's confident movements and clear instructions.

When the demonstration ended, Tom's eyes met hers across the crowd. A smile spread across his face as he walked over to her.

"Elle, it's great to see you!" he said, his voice warm and welcoming.

"Hey, Tom! I didn't know you were part of the fire brigade," she replied, returning his smile.

"Yeah, it's something I really enjoy. Keeps me on my toes," he chuckled. "How have you been?"

They stood there catching up, the conversation flowing easily. As they talked, Elle couldn't resist mentioning her recent experience.

"I had a bit of a scare recently," she admitted, her voice softening. "Ended up needing CPR at Starbucks."

Tom's expression shifted to one of concern. "Are you okay now?"

"Yes, thankfully. But it got me thinking," she said, hesitating for a moment. "I've always been interested in first aid, and I think I could be useful for training purposes. You know, like a resus dummy."

She blushed at her own boldness, but to her disbelief, Tom's face lit up with enthusiasm.

"That would be fantastic, Elle! We could always use more volunteers for training. It's so important for people to get hands-on experience," he agreed. "How about we discuss it more in detail? Are you free this evening?"

Elle's heart skipped a beat. "I'd love to. Why don't you come over to mine once you're done here? We can figure out how I can help."

"Sounds perfect," Tom said, his smile broadening. "I'll see you later then."

As Elle walked away, her mind buzzed with excitement and anticipation. The thought of being part of first aid training was thrilling, and she couldn't wait to see where this unexpected opportunity would lead.

When Tom arrived at Elle's place later that evening, she realized she had lost track of time and was still wearing her activewear. She opened the door in tight teal leggings and a purple cropped yoga tank top, her face flushing slightly as she apologized. "Sorry, Tom. I didn't realize how late it was."

Tom smiled warmly. "No worries, Elle. You look great. Ready to talk about some first aid training?"

They moved to the sofa and chatted for a bit, catching up on the latest happenings in their lives. But Elle's anticipation was too strong to ignore for long.

"I thought maybe you could talk me through how I'd be the ideal casualty," she said, her eyes twinkling with excitement. With a dramatic flourish, she flopped to the floor in a heap, pretending to have chest pains. "Like this? Or should I just hold my breath?"

Tom laughed, a rich sound that filled the room. "Why don't we walk through it step by step? First, I'll check your airway and breathing."

He knelt beside her, tilting her head back gently. "No signs of breathing, so I'll start CPR." He positioned his hands above her chest, hovering slightly.

"Go ahead," Elle urged, "do it for real. It's a rare opportunity to practice on an actual person."

Tom hesitated for a moment but then nodded, placing his hands firmly on her chest and beginning compressions. As he pressed down, he could feel the resistance and the give of her ribcage, the physical reality of what he was doing. Elle's body moved with each compression, her chest rising and falling under his weight. The sensation was both professional and oddly intimate, the connection between life and his hands palpable.

Tom found himself drawn into the rhythm of the CPR, his focus narrowing to the task at hand. The feeling of Elle's chest beneath his palms, the way her body responded to each push, was strangely satisfying. He could feel his muscles working, the effort necessary to sustain the compressions.

Elle, meanwhile, felt a thrill at the reality of the situation. Each compression sent a wave through her body, a reminder of her vulnerability and the strength of the man helping her. When it came time to discuss the AED, Tom remembered he had brought the station's training one.

Her heart pounded with excitement at the sight of it. "Let's make this realistic too," she suggested, "I'll react as if an electric current has gone through me."

Tom positioned the pads and stepped back, allowing the AED to analyze. When the shock was delivered, Elle arched her back and convulsed slightly, mimicking the response she had felt during real resuscitations. They both found themselves caught up in the moment, enjoying the realism of the exercise.

They spent hours practicing different scenarios, Tom administering compressions and breaths, Elle reacting with varying degrees of realism. The physicality of it was exhausting but exhilarating, each session pushing them closer together.

As the night wore on, Tom decided to demonstrate mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. He retrieved a pocket mask from his bag, explaining its importance. "This ensures a safe and effective way to provide breaths without direct mouth contact," he said.

He positioned the mask over Elle's mouth and nose, tilting her head back once more to open her airway. "Ready?" he asked, his eyes searching hers for any sign of hesitation.

Elle nodded slightly, her pulse quickening with anticipation. As Tom sealed the mask around her face, he took a deep breath and delivered a breath into her lungs. Elle's chest rose visibly with the air, a tangible sign of life being forced back into her. Tom's eyes were fixated on her chest, watching the rise and fall with each breath he gave. He felt a surge of satisfaction, knowing his actions were making a difference, even in this controlled environment.

"One more," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. He delivered another breath, again watching her chest rise. The connection between them in that moment was electric, a shared experience that went beyond mere training.

Elle could feel the air filling her lungs, the sensation both comforting and thrilling. She felt a deeper connection to Tom, one that was grounded in trust and vulnerability. She could see the focus in his eyes, the determination in his actions.

After a few rounds, Tom removed the mask. "Let's try without it," he suggested. "It might give us a better sense of the real thing."

Elle nodded, her heart racing. Tom leaned down, his mouth forming a seal over hers. He breathed into her, watching her chest rise and fall, his focus intense. The warmth of his breath and the closeness of their faces added another layer of intimacy to the situation.

As Tom resumed compressions, Elle could sense his enjoyment, the satisfaction he derived from performing CPR. His hands pressed firmly and rhythmically against her chest, her body moving with each forceful push. The intimacy of the moment was undeniable, a mix of professional care and personal connection.

They continued their practice, the hours slipping away unnoticed. When Tom finally prepared to leave, a satisfied smile on his face, Elle felt a mix of exhaustion and exhilaration.

"You were fantastic, Elle. We should definitely show off our resuscitation demonstration to an audience sometime."

Elle's heart swelled with a mix of pride and excitement. "I'd love that. Let's make it happen."