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Alice is brought back

“Start compressions”

“Ok she’s in v-fib!”

“Charge the defibrillator at 200”

“CLEAR!”

“No blood pressure, no pulse”

Grabbing my chin, you move my head side to side begging me to wake up.

“No, no, no, baby wake up!”

With shaky fingers, you check my pulse…

But you feel nothing.

“Fuck!”

You hastily open my shirt to expose my chest, my nipples hard.

“Come on sweetheart, don’t do this to me.”

My breasts jiggle as you shake my chest and prepare for compressions.

My head bobs slightly and my stomach inflates as my chest caves under the pressure of your hands.

“1…2…3…4… come on!”

After multiple rounds of compressions, I’m still unresponsive.

Whispering an apology under your breath, you raise a fist and hit my chest as hard as you can.

Get on her chest and start compressions

CLEAR!

Damn it, she’s flatlining!

Still nothing…