#time called

The sirens of an ambulance filled the night air, drawing emergency room doctor Jason's attention to the back doors where a team rushed in with 25-year old Angela. His eyes instantly locked onto her form as they rolled her in on the gurney. Her pale skin shimmered with a thin layer of sweat under the harsh hospital lights, her large breasts and small cute feet swaying slightly with the jostling of the gurney. The floral tattoos on her thighs were a striking contrast to her milky white complexion, drawing his gaze up their colorful length to her neatly trimmed mound. Jason's cock twitched within his scrubs at the sight.

As he donned gloves and examined Angela's naked body, he couldn't help but drink in her striking physical attributes. Her 5'7" frame was a perfect combination of medium build and curvaceousness, which was further accentuated by her pale, soft skin. Her chest was currently adorned with with 10 large white electrodes, half of them clustered around her left breast, as if framing it for presentation. He could make out two small pools of residue where an AED had been attached.

He addressed the lead paramedic, a red-headed woman by the name of Doreen with whom he was intimately familiar, "What do we have Doreen?". "25-year old female, called 911 from home after experiencing syncope and weakness. Was already unconscious when we arrived. Pulse was weak, rapid, and thready, given initial complaint we opted to get a 12-lead in the field. Initial rhythm was an irregular Junctional Tachycardia, no ST elevations. As we got her ready for transport she converted to V-fib. She's had two shocks and one of Epi en route, no change." He started to go over the treatable causes of what he heard and began formulating his code plan.

After ordering rapid labs to rule out treatable causes of unstable junctional rhythm like drug interactions and electrolyte imbalance, he focused on the more immediate issue and started performing CPR, thrusting his hands into the center of her chest with a rapid rhythm as his team prepared the defibrillator. With each downward push, Angela's chest caved inward, her large breasts flowing down the new incline towards his hands, her small bright pink nipples following suit and pointing inward towards Jason's hands, almost as if to beckon him to touch them, before then fleeing back out when he released the pressure. It would seem almost a playful, flirtatious taunt were it not for the gravity of the situation surrounding it.

After a thirty count, one of the nurses handed him the defibrillator paddles. He pressed the paddles, laden thickly with conductive gel, onto her chest and pushed the button. The machine made that satisfying "Ka-Thunk" sound he always found oddly arousing. He watched intently as Angela arched her back in response to the defibrillation, the motion further highlighting the supple swell of her breasts as they were pushed forward before falling gently back into place, the ripple through the flesh of her breasts and belly like a small wave crashing against the shore. The defibrillator left two large pools of glistening gel on her chest, one high center mass and the other on her ribs beside her heart. Though they were there to help conduct electricity across her skin and into her heart, he couldn't help but think of their lubricant properties as he stared at the glistening pools.

His musings were interrupted by he sound of the EKG alarming frantically as it re-registered her rhythm following the shock, Angela was still in V-fib. "Alright, that's three, she's officially in refractory V-fib" Jason thought to himself. He never liked to think about the odds in a code, as they were never good, but he knew that after 3 shocks, the odds of resolving this code positively just went down tremendously. He called for a round of Epi and compressions before he grabbed the paddles once more and delivered another shock. The room grew silent as Angela's body jolted in response, causing her to convulse slightly, the soles of her small feet scrunching and then relaxing before her body falling limp once again. V-fib still....

As he continued his attempts at resuscitation for what seemed like forever, Jason found himself becoming discouraged and sought refuge in imagination. The repeated shocks and long compressions causing Angela's beautiful body to ripple, sway, and thrust had turned a slight tinge of attraction into heat that had his cock starting to push against the inside of his underwear. A fantasy began to form in Jason's mind. He did this sometimes, though no one knew. This job was hard, you saw too much you shouldn't have to and too often you worked way too hard only to be reminded that you failed more often than succeeded. The statistics on successful resuscitations reminded you that you were fighting an uphill battle that a staunch majority of times you lost. The fantasies were inappropriate, he knew, but they kept him from downing a bottle of pills with a bottle of Jack and being the next one on the table in front of him, so he allowed himself the vice.

In his mind, he saw himself standing before her in the ER, the sound of the EKG filling the room beeping merrily to the rhythm of her now beating heart, as he traced a finger down her chest, past her defibrillator gel covered tits, along her soft supple belly, past her belly button and further still until he reached the floral tattoo on her thigh. The tip of his finger teased the edge of the vibrant petals, then traveled over to her moist cunt. He could feel the heat radiating from her pussy as he slid a finger inside, feeling her clench around him, her legs trembling and her breath catching as he entered her. He started to thrust with his middle finger while his thumb rubbed up and down her clit, at first slow but then faster and faster, increasing his speed as her heart increased it's own rate. Her heart rate continued to climb on the monitor in sync with her arousal until at last she shuddered, curled her toes, and let out a soft gasp, followed by a not so soft moan. Angela's orgasm erupted, sending waves of pleasure through her quivering frame. Her heart raced even faster, its frenzied beats echoing the intensity of her ecstasy. In response, Jason's own arousal reached its full potential.

In reality though, Angela's life still dangled precariously over the cliff of death while Jason delivered another shot of epinephrine into her intravenous line. Jason snapped out of his escapism long enough to note the time on the code clock (31:18) and the rhythm on the monitor (still fucking V-fib). As he finished the count of his compressions, he called out for the defibrillator to be charged, it was time for another shock. This would be her sixth. He placed the paddles firmly against her chest and pressed the button. Once more, her chest rose off the table and came crashing back down. This time her legs kicked just a bit too much and her left leg fell from the table, splaying open her legs in an almost spread eagle fashion, and opening her as if presenting herself to him, inviting him. He bent down to grab her leg and put it back on the table, noted the rhythm on the monitor post-shock, and went back to CPR and his fantasy to escape the feeling of dread that was continuing to grow in him.

The fantasy progressed. Angela was still recovering her breath from her first orgasm when Jason spread her legs wide, her left falling off the table, revealing her moist pussy, slick from arousal. He lowered his head into that warm place, flicking his tongue against her clit in teasing circles as she moaned with delight. The EKG began to emit a series of rapid tones, mirroring the frenzied beat of Angela's heart. Her breathing grew yet heavier with each lick, and Jason could almost feel her pussy contracting around his tongue as another orgasm soon washed over her. This one was stronger than the first, so good it made her kick her leg and jerk her torso gently a few times as it rolled over her in waves. The sight of Angela's body writhing in pleasure was a heady mix for Jason. The EKG monitor screamed out a frenzied rhythm in response to the orgasmic surge, and he couldn't help but turned on by this primal display of ecstasy. He imagined how her heart would race in rhythm with his when he finally stopped teasing her—a living, pulsing testament to their passion. His erection pushed so hard against his pants he worried it would break free in reality. It throbbed with a yearning, not only for this woman's flesh but to save her life.

Yet in reality, her heart was not racing, it was flailing uselessly. Jason placed the paddles on her chest for the tenth time, preparing to deliver another shock. He briefly considered if he should even bother at this point or if he should call it... but god damn it, he'd lost his last three patients and needed a win desperately, he wasn't willing to give up on this young, healthy, beautiful woman one second before he was forced to. He wanted to save this woman so much, it created a pent up pressure in him that demanded to be let out in the same way the throbbing in his pants did and he wouldn't be denied his release if he could help it.. .

"Ka-Thunk". Once more Angela leaped form the table. As she came to rest, Jason looked away from her supine form and glanced at the monitor. He could see the wavy line of V-fib give way to a sharp spike that went up off the screen, fell back below it, and now as it rose back up he looked eagerly for it to show him something other than that wavy line. What he saw next made him reconsider that wish. The monitor line traced out a sinus like rhythm, though this one was too long and too slow, like someone had put it on putty and then pulled from both ends. You could almost feel the air leave the room collectively as Jason announced "She's converted into Agonal Rhythm, resume CPR and push another Epi".

Three cycles of CPR and cardiac drugs later (maxing her out on basically everything) and Jason glanced at the code clock, which now read "58:21". Angela was still in an Agonal rhythm with a rate of about 16bpm. He went over the code in his head, looking for something, anything he had missed that he might be able to correct to change the outcome. Ultimately, he could not and was forced to say aloud "Anyone have any other ideas? Anyone opposed to ending the code here?" As he waited for objections he knew would not come, his compressions began to slow and soften, until he stopped altogether. As he removed his hands from Angela's chest, he heard one of his colleages yell "Code Blue" from another bay and his team looked at him. "You all go help, I need a breather, I'll stay here and wait for asystole to get ToD". They all left and he stood next to Angela, her damaged heart refusing to give up, still desperately trying to beat even as Jason sat in silent defeat next to her. As Jason stood there waiting, he realized that something else had not given up either.. the throbbing in his trousers was somehow more pronounced now, as his mind no longer had anything else to focus on.

Rather than stand here and watch the grim scene unfolding before him, he allowed himself his escape and closed his eyes. As he floated back into fantasy, he once more heard the beep of sinus rhythm on the ECG and opened his eyes to see Angela in front of him, bent over the gurney as he entered her from behind. The smooth curve of her ass was as gorgeous as the rest of her and those fantastic breasts hung before him, swaying in rhythm to his thrusts, which he in turn gave in rhythm to her heartbeat. He reached forward and grabbed her breasts, using his fore fingers to draw circles around her areolas and flick her nipples as they fucked. Her heart rate climbed steadily as they moved together, building towards another climax.

But Jason wasn't ready for this to end, as if keeping this fantasy from ending would somehow keep her end from coming. He knew that was foolish, a fact that the slowing agonal rhythm on the monitor in reality reminded him all too directly but he decided he wasn't ready to give up here in the fantasy yet. He gripped Angela by the waist, pulled out and flipped her over onto her back in the bed. She let out a little gasp of pleased surprise and smiled up at him as he climbed on top of her. He lifted Angela's legs high, placing them near his head as he moved to enter her once more. Angela braced one foot against his cheek to stabilize herself as he slid inside her and they began rocking once more, harder and faster than any other time. Her other foot hovered in front of him. Her soft soles just another beautiful aspect of her perfect body. He gently kissed the sole of her foot, glancing down at her to see how she was doing...

This fantasy Jason had created became a poignant mirror world image of the reality he faced. In one, two people embraced in the ultimate celebration of life, even as in the other he sat vigil while a life was ending. As their passions grew, as their motions picked up and the beat of Angela's heart raced in the fantasy, in reality Jason sat sadly by the side of a motionless Angela, the slow Agonal rhythm now a crawl, down to a mere 8bpm. The faster things moved in the fantasy, the slower her rhythm got in reality. 7bpm.... 5bpm... 3bpm...

As their encounter in the fantasy reached its climax, Angela's fantasy heart raced, she gasped and she let out a loud cry of ecstasy as her whole body convulsed in pleasure. In reality though, Angela's body was still, her heart now letting out it's final attempts to beat, having not successfully done so in over an hour. But in the fantasy, Jason need not face his sadness and anger at that. He bent down to suck ferociously on one of her pert nipples. As he rolled her nipple around with his tongue, Jason felt an intense wave hit him, a sudden release as he came in the fantasy, an eruptive and voluminous ejaculation like he hadn't felt in a long time. He filled her with his hot seed and she moaned in appreciation as the feeling of his warm cum splashing inside her pushed her over the edge of this final orgasm herself. Her back arched high, a perfect snapshot of a defib, only this time he was inside her and every muscle in her body was clamped down on his manhood in sheer, unbridled ecstacy.