Obito Hole In Chest Novels & Stories

"Twenty-six-year-old male, motorcycle versus barrier, estimated 80 kilometers per hour. GCS 12, hypotensive, systolic 78, chest decompression performed on scene." Not good. Not the worst. Cyrus stepped forward, and the patient came into view. Young. Filipino-Irish features, probably—pale under the blood, dark hair matted to his forehead. Racing leathers cut away with paramedic shears, chest rising in shallow, desperate sips. The left side moved wrong. Paradoxical motion. Flail chest, minimum. Possible aortic injury if the impact vector was right. "Name?" Cyrus asked, snapping on fresh gloves. His fingers found the patient's carotid—thready, rapid, retreating.

"And what does that make me? A convenient wife to fulfill family expectations while you play the noble protector?" Before he could respond, Vito suddenly clutched his chest. "Vito?" I was immediately on alert, my medical training kicking in despite our argument. "What's wrong?" He doubled over in the wheelchair, one hand pressed against his chest, his breathing becoming rapid and shallow. "Pain... in my chest," he gasped. "Can't... breathe properly." Every instinct I'd developed during my years at Columbia Medical kicked into overdrive. I dropped to my knees beside his wheelchair, my hands automatically moving to check his pulse.

BOOM. He hit the ground on his chest. This time, the damage was catastrophic. The structural integrity of his ribs gave way under the pressure, a wet, crunching sound indicating the collapse of his chest cavity. The sound alone made my stomach turn, made the part of me still capable of feeling want to vomit.

I'm too horrified to say anything at the massive hole in his chest where blood is oozing out like a river . I clasp one hand against my mouth to stop myself from throwing up . I can see his stomach below and his heart beating so rapidly . It seems as if it's threatning to pop out of his chest cavity . I need to apply pressure , stop the bleeding . But .. how do I apply pressure on this huge laceration. I don't wanna make things worse . " Get away from him " He says with such dominance and arrogance that it pisses me off . However , I can't afford to get angry because I don't have the strength to back me up . I'm weak .

SEBASTIAN approached his bed with a worried expression on his face. But his henchman hesitated to touch him and stood beside the bed, not knowing what to do. Because of the extreme pain in his chest, he was sweating again. He could no longer understand what was happening to him at that moment. Since he couldn’t do anything to stop the pain, he just lay down and breathed properly to calm his nerves. Fortunately, the chest pain had decreased and he could endure. His henchman also spoke when he was no longer struggling.

Two people vanishing at once—it had to be her doing. That wretched girl. Robin was so furious that his chest ached. His expression turned sour. He suddenly clutched his chest and collapsed into his chair in pain. The butler rushed forward to help him. "Master! Are you all right?" Robin glared at him in silence. Did he look all right to him? "The medicine. Bring me my medicine!" Robin had a heart condition and couldn't handle too much stress. The butler hurriedly brought him his medication and helped him take it.

"I'm just going to listen to your heart, okay? It won't hurt. I promise." He placed his stethoscope against Ollie's back, and I watched Ollie tense but not pull away this time. Rhodes listened, moved the stethoscope to different positions, his expression growing more concerned with each placement. "Heart rate's elevated," he murmured. "Breathing is rapid and shallow. Ollie, can you take a deep breath for me? Nice and slow?" Ollie tried, but the breath came out stuttered and broken. "I can't," he gasped. "Can't breathe right. Hurts to breathe. Why does it hurt?"

“Cant. Breathe.” “Put her down, Mia,” Loki says. “Flat on her back.” “What’s wrong with her?” Tank asks and Loki looks closer at her, looking at Kane with wide eyes. I don’t know what this is, but it’s bad… “Shelby!” Tank gasps, his voice breaking. “It’s her lung,” Loki says, his tone serious. “I think it may have been crushed.” “See if you can feel a bubble,” Veronica says, startling all of us. “Check under her ribs.”

“What do you think of (sniffed) his condition? Who or how?” “Hmm, perhaps his lumbar spines have been damaged by hitting against the wall or something and his neck may injure gaining a hard punch. We can’t treat him here. We need to run more tests. We need to shift him to the nearby hospital.” the doctor told her in an affirming tone. “How could this even be possible? The killer of Host Hook might cause such trouble to senior officer Gilbert. And, uh, about Mr Cherry?” Liroza asked again. “He is diagnosed with mild cardiac attack since he was already diagnosed with ASD simply to say, he has a hole in his heart.” When the doctor said, Liroza exhaled while supporting her back with her left han

I am with you. Sana: Did she call you or knock you? Ira: Hmm. Sana: I am coming. You just breathe properly. And chill you are not alone now. Okay? Aayana, keep massaging her back and chest. I am coming. Me: Okay. Then I take Iru to bed. I am massaging Iru's back and chest as Sana said to me. Suddenly Iru held her chest and said, "Why is my chest paining so much? I am unable to move my left hand."