Resus X Novels & Stories

Everything inside me goes cold. “We can try resuscitating,” Philip confirms. “We’re in an open abdomen. We can’t do external compressions effectively,” I tell him. “Internal cardiac massage?” he suggests. “Yes, please.” Philip moves immediately, reaching into the chest through the diaphragm incision extension. The anaesthetist begins his own battle. “Adrenaline. One milligram IV… in!” “Prepare for another dose!” I yell as we rally together to resuscitate our patient.

'Please, save me! She ran out of her house and alerted her neighbours. Luckily, she found her immediate neighbours, a couple. They came immediately to assist. Together they fought to resuscitate Nneoma. At last, their efforts were rewarded. 'Oh…oh…' Nneoma moaned as she returned to consciousness. 'See o…' Ogechi cried, overwhelmed by the experience. 'Do you want to kill me, Nneoma? Do you want to kill me?' 'Take it easy. She's still weak,' advised Mrs. Ogu gazing at Nneoma. 'Ah, ah, what kind of problem is this? These patches appeared this morning?'

She fell asleep to the beats of his heart and the sounds of his breaths. *** The next morning, Stanley was no longer in bed when Xyla awoke. The thick curtains kept the room dark, so she couldn’t tell if it was dawn or dusk. Reaching for her phone, she checked the time and saw a news article popping up on her screen. “Quest Group, X Entertainment, and Dragon Group’s stock prices are still soaring after the launch of the Resurrection Pill.” She was pleased to see such wonderful news in the morning, beaming as she read.

She pressed the heel of her hands on the center of her chest and using her upper body weight, she pushed straight down, performing thirty quick and hard chest compressions in a row. She gently tilted Cassandra’s head back, used her fingers to part her mouth and she leaned down. She pinched her nose, took a breath and covered her mouth with hers, pushing oxygen in her. She did a second rescue breath, performed another thirty chest compressions, angry tears forming in her eyes. She did another two rescue breaths and hastily checked for her pulse, praying that she hasn’t been too late. She heard it faintly, saw her chest rising and falling.

Dr Pitts rushed to the ICU with the nurse trailing behind him. When Dr Pitts saw Mr Pearson’s condition, he immediately called the resuscitation team. Despite the medical team's resuscitation attempts, Mr Pearson’s heart refused to respond.

R. We looked through the window and Xander was hyperventilating, the doctor were trying to revive him. He kept shaking vigorously, the doctors were trying to stablize him. “Oh my goodness” My mom said. Suddenly,he calmed down but the monitor behind him kept making a loud beep. The doctor tried to use a shock method on him but it wasn’t working. They finally gave up and started using a cloth to cover his face. “Mom, what’s going on?” I asked but my mom was already crying.

Pete glared at me and began to walk towards her "Let's go," I tore my eyes from them, ordering Killan to follow me. We rounded off the last corner that led to Vera's ward and one of the guards opened the door to her room. I watched Fred and other doctors trying all they could to save Vera. She had stopped breathing and they were trying so hard, so hard to bring her back. Fred began a mouth to mouth resuscitation, blowing air into her lungs. He also gave her chest compressions pushing her chest in and out. After each round, he proceeded to check if she had resumed breathing.

XANDER who was at the balcony, stepped in preparing to go to bed after making a phone call when suddenly, Gerald stepped in staring at him. The fast pace he came in with made him furrow his brows. "There's a problem" "What is it?" "She tried commiting su!cide" informed Gerald for Xander's gaze to darken, his hands curling into fist and quickly, his feet left there heading where Gerald led him. There he found men pulling her out of the poll trying to resucitate her, angrily he pulled them away yelling. "Get out" he yelled kneeling down down giving her CPR. Placing his hand on her chest, he pressed down on her repeating the process over and over until she gasped spilling out water and taking i

She was lying unconscious on the floor. I lifted her back to the bed. “Goodness!” Sya exclaimed. “Please call Eriez’s obstetrics team for me,” I asked her. My heart was racing fast as I held her limp hands. The doors opened ungently and the doctors I asked for rushed in towards Jasmin. The resident obstetrician called for a stand-by resuscitation team that immediately arrived upon request. They tilted her position and a paramedic did an immediate CPR. They examined her heartbeat, blood pressure, and some more tests needed to be undergone. They injected some medication on her and waited for her to wake up with provided ventilation device.

I snapped my head toward him, my hands still pressing against Xander’s chest. “He’s not responding to the oxygen anymore,” he said, his face pale. My stomach twisted. “What?” He lifted the oxygen bag, turning it to show me—there was a cut in the tubing. I groaned in frustration. They really weren’t making this easy for me. "Get a new oxygen mask and the defibrillator—now!" I barked. A nurse nodded and bolted out the door. But I wasn’t going to wait. I tilted Xander’s head back, pinched his nose, and pressed my mouth over his.