Resus X の小説・ストーリー

Then she lays Kirana down on the pavement. And starts pressing her hands against Kirana's small chest. One compression. Two. Three. Stops. Bends down. Breathes air into our daughter's mouth. CPR. Reyna is performing resuscitation on Kirana in the middle of a dark road, alone, while I drove away toward Rio, who only had a fever. My hand trembles holding the phone. The footage continues. Reyna doesn't stop. She repeats the compressions, the breaths, over and over on Kirana's limp little body. She starts moving with desperation, like someone who has lost all hope.

The kids kept finding ways in. "Get me a portable chest X-ray. Type and cross for six units O-negative. And someone find out who this kid is before he codes." Cyrus's voice didn't rise. He'd trained it early—trauma surgery required the acoustics of calm. "Pressure bag the saline. I want that line wide open."

There were many ways to use acupuncture for emergency care, and Nexon was confident that his skills would be sufficient to at least make the patient wake up. Sebastian slowly walked off the stage. He looked as if he were taking slow, measured steps, but upon close observation, he was actually walking very swiftly. Within just a few steps, he had caught up to Avery and Nexon, who were in front. Enzo and the staff had rushed off the stage and were running backstage. When Sebastian and the others got backstage, they saw a young man in his 20s lying on the sofa in the lounge. He was as pale as a sheet, and several foreign doctors were trying to resuscitate him with CPR.

a paramedic yelled, pinning me back as two others dropped a trauma jump-kit beside Dani. They tore off the rest of his blood-soaked shirt. I watched, paralyzed by terror, as a female medic pressed a manual resuscitator bag over his mouth, while the other began heavy, rhythmic chest compressions. The sickening sound of his ribs flexing under the pressure made me vomit onto the gravel.

he counted under his breath, panic clawing at his throat. Water spilled from her lips. He tilted her head back and gave her two breaths. “Come on,” he whispered. “Don’t do this.” Footsteps thundered down the corridor. Greg burst into the room. “What happened?” “She jumped,” Xander said without looking up. “Call 911 if they haven’t already.” Greg’s face drained of color. “Wendy?” He knelt beside them helplessly as Xander continued compressions. “Breathe,” Xander demanded, voice breaking. “Wendy, breathe.”

she added and gave him mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. The ambulance’s siren could be heard in the distance. Finally, they were here! They had to save him... Isabelle kept pressing Andrew's chest and continue to count up till thirty... then she tried again to resuscitate him. When the paramedics pushed her away, Isabelle sat down on the edge of the couch looking at the entire scene as if she was sleeping and all this was a dream. She kept whispering one thing: ‘breathe, daddy, just breathe’.

"Reese, quick, call an ambulance, he's still alive!" "Fuck. Put his head back so he can breathe better. ”The cell phone was already on his ear. "And keep your hand on the wound, otherwise ... yes, Venator Tack here, Proles danger zone level red, we have a victim here," Reese said into his cell phone. "Open abdominal wound. The degree of injury ... "

Liv speaks through his tears. There were tears and cries which filled the entire room as the doctor and nurses barged inside bringing the defibrillator and asking everyone to step aside for resuscitation. They quickly attached the pads of electrodes onto Harry, who looked completely lifeless on his bed, as they were trying their best to revive him. Everyone in the room was nervous and helpless as they stared at Harry who is not responding to the shock and the chest compression being done on him. “Resume CPR, start chest compression.” The doctor calls out.

You better restore her,’ Trex growls as he strides around in my mind anxiously. Dad runs over, and all the pack members gather around to watch. “Shift and get the pack-doctor Xillon,” Dad commands, sits down, and embraces her head between his hands. After thirty pushes to her sternum, I blow into her airways and monitor her heartbeat, but still detect nothing. I compress her chest again until it’s time for another breath to her lungs and check for a more notable pulse. “She’s burning up suddenly. But she still has no pulse.”

Sarah left the medical bay with the terminal and the specific efficiency of someone who had identified that the room needed fewer people in it and had the grace to be one of the people who left. The medical bay had Xander, Elena, Maya sleeping on the third cot, and the particular silence of a conversation that hadn't happened yet but was taking up space the way unconversational things did. Xander got himself sitting upright against the wall. Not without effort — the resonance coma had left his body with the specific weakness of a system that had been on emergency power and was waiting for the main grid to come back online. He was functional. He was not yet himself.