No. There’s only a small list of conditions where a defibrillator might be any use in saving a life at all, basically when a heart is out of rhythm.

The small but respected leader fluttered in front of her followers, the number of which had steadily grown since she and her mate threw the clan together.  

“Today is a great day!” she declared in her high-otiched voice.  

The dragons murmured among themselves for a moment, discussing what they already knew and mumbling about what perhaps they did not.

Mintflower continued on, “Today We have four new clanmates, two breeding pairs.  They will help us acquire treasure by reproducing beautiful little babies for us.  Of course, we will keep one of their first litter as is protocol for all of us.”

THe dragons nodded, looking to the newest dragons, who stood at the back of the group.  They all had already met, but now the parents were remaining close to their incubating clutches instead of socializing very much.  

Brackenrose looked troubled and finally spoke up, “Is that really right?”

“What is wrong with it?” Mintflower challenged.

Brackenrose said nothing, but Mintflower noticed her daughter, Frogclaw whisper something to the dragoness she knew her to prefer.  She’d have to speak with her daughter later, privately.  

“In other news,” Mintflower went on, “Swiftfang and Fernfrost have agreed to betrothal.  As their markings correspond, it has been decided that they too shall be one of our high breeding pairs.”

The dragons happily congratulated the two little dragons, still hatchlings, and they noticed they sat together, unsure of what was happening, but feeling a sense of excitement as the clan urged them onward in this path.

Duskfall nodded, happy about the news of his daughter, though it could be seen that Brackenrose was not nearly as thrilled.  Still, he gave a few words, “I look forward to my kin to come!”

Darkpool, added, “As do we all!”

“What will you do once they hatch?” to the large, bright colored dragon.

Brackenrose blinked her relatively small eyes at the little dragon, the one who looked more like her than her own mother, and replied, “I do not know.”

The three eggs were nestled in the rocks, cool water flowing around them.  

“Will you join Papa and go fight?” Frogclaw asked with much anticipation.

“I doubt it,” came the deep, but feminine voice.  

“Why?” the childish response came.

“Well, we need someone to defend those of us who hang back, do we not?”

Frogclaw was silent a moment as she considered this and then answered, “I guess you’re right, but-,” but she was cut off.

“What’re you doing here?” Duskfall asked.  He was small and fae like her mother, but he was the father of Brackenrose’s clutch.  

“I’m talking to Brackenrose,” Frogclaw responded.  

“Why?” he asked, “Shouldn’t your mother be training you to take on her duties when you’re grown?”

“I don’t like that,” Frogclaw told him, “I want to be like Blueleaf!”

He snorted in disgust, “Insubordinate hatchling, you need to listen to your leader and mother!”