Resus X Novels & Stories

He grabbed my shoulder, his grip rough as he shoved me aside. "Marcus, emergency kit! Under the passenger seat!" Killian commanded, his voice a low, hard snap. "Now!" "Behind the partition, sir!" Marcus yelled back over the roar of the engine. "In the red pouch!" Killian reached through the small sliding window, his long arm snagging a red canvas medical bag and ripping it into the back. He didn't waste a second. He unzipped the bag, pulling out a manual, self-inflating blue resuscitation bag—a standard manual resuscitator.

Ainsley rushes to my side and starts to apologize. I don’t even look at her. My muscle tense and rage is radiating from me. But I don’t let it distract me, Justin need me now. Everyone gasp as I start to give her mouth to mouth resuscitation. I don’t know what I’m doing but it all I can do. “Come on, come on, come on.” I tell Justin that’s still unconscious, the mouth to mouth thing is not working. Justin starts to cough, spitting out the water she had swallow from drowning. I stop the resuscitation, and help her sit upright to get comfortable.

He could no longer breathe and was supported by oxygen from a full-screen ventilator. “What?” the nurse asked in shock. “Let me do it.” I volunteered without meditation. I took a deep breath and quickly breathed into Evan’s lips to perform CPR on him. I had learned resuscitation techniques from a physical therapist some time ago. Now, the CPR skills come in handy. “Hurry up and restore the electricity supply,” I commanded. A faint call for help came from the corridor again, “Oh no, there is a fire. There is a fire. Extinguish the fire quickly!”

Chike said, and then he looked up and saw Selena already at the boy’s side. She was not thinking about being good or bad or weak. She was thinking about lungs. About ribs. About rhythm. She swept the boy’s mouth with two fingers. No food. No teeth. No blockage. She tilted his head. She sealed her hands. She inhaled and gave two slow breaths. The chest rose. Fell. “Two rescue breaths,” she said, steady and loud. “Check pulse.” “No pulse,” a nurse said, voice tight. “Start compressions,” Chike ordered.

Varys rushed in at this moment, he surveyed the room, his eyes meeting mine, I nodded, and then he rushed out. “Give us some space!” I ordered. Reid and one of the maids quickly ushered some of the men and staff out. I quickly began CPR, my hands moved in steady rhythms as I counted the compressions. I could detect the anxiety in the room, as I finished each compression. The maid who had spoken earlier kept on whimpering. Elder Aaron, as I detected from his aura, stood somewhere metres away, his eyes trained on me and his granddaughter. I continued with the compressions, I had resuscitated Lauren severally, this wasn't my first rodeo. After what felt like an eternity of compressions, Lauren

she asked with a scornful look. “I didn’t say that,” Adrian replied. “Regenys-X9 isn’t a cure. It’s a catalyst. It pushes healthy cells into overdrive—but it doesn’t discriminate. In a body that’s been weak for eight years, it doesn’t heal—it accelerates decay. The immune system that’s been barely keeping him alive? Regenys-X9 floods it with aggressive synthetic enzymes that cause cell exhaustion. It’s like pouring gasoline on a dying fire—dramatic, but it burns out faster,” Adrian said in a calm, confident tone.

I gave the drug names again. "Vitals?" an unknown male voice asked. I read them off again. "Same as two minutes ago. She's still unresponsive to stimuli." "Breathing? Assisted?" Jessa asked. "On her own. At least I don't see any cannulas or breathing tubes." "You're doing great, Willow," Jessa said. "Read off the other drugs on the sheet." I started reading them. Stumbled over most of the terms. Of all my familiarity with paralytics, that was about all I could comfortably pronounce.

My mind was spinning and replaying the sight of Nina’s face, pale and lifeless. Reese dabbed the cloth gently against Nina’s forehead, her movements careful but steady. “Come on, Doc,” she murmured. “Don’t do this to me.” For a long, horrible minute, nothing happened. Then, Nina’s fingers twitched slightly. Reese gasped. “She’s moving.” Jaxon knelt beside her. “Nina? Can you hear me?” The doc’s eyes fluttered open, unfocused and glassy. She tried to speak but only managed a weak whisper. Reese leaned closer, catching the faintest sound.

Her entire body lurched, springing up off the bed for a moment. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. This wasn’t happening. Belle couldn’t be dead. She just couldn’t be. The doctor tried again. Belle’s body sprang up, off the bed. “Damn it,” the doctor hollered, tossing the defribulator to the ground. “Give me black stordan root,” she snapped at the nurses. Black stordan root was a resuscitation measure. It was extremely potent and went right to the heart, shocking it. It was only used as a last resort though, since it rarely shocked the heart enough to start it again.

She remained unmoving and the horror of the fact that she could be dead dawned on me. My head wasn't even clear enough to consider that the bond that tethered us together was still there. She was still alive. I was near tears when Adam's voice came from behind me. “Perform a resustication!” Oh yes, ye…yes. I laid her flat on the floor and positioned myself above her. Pumping her chest with my hands and blowing air into her mouth. I kept on repeating the process, not caring for the approaching clamour and footsteps. Come on Scar. Come on! Open your eyes! Goddamnit.