Resus X Novels & Stories

As soon as she hit the ground, Xander sprang into action to assist her. The Alpha himself laid Jasmine down on the grass as he kneeled next to her and checked her airway. He placed the heel of his hand on her chest and then placed his other hand on top of it, interlocking his fingers. As I beheld my youngest daughter, who appeared as pale as a sheet of paper, a sweltering heat pounded behind my eyes. As I crouched by her, witnessing Xander consistently perform chest compressions and rescue breaths, my heart was pounded with intense anguish.

Xena is stuck in a resuscitation at the hospital when Ronald and Luna Amber, Ryan and R-pack entourage arrive. Clint stirs inside when the idiot bows his head to greet…

[Amelia] My helicopter just landed in the room of our agency. My men escorted the mf out of the helicopter, the MT is already waiting for us... If it's not protocol, I would just let this mf bleed to death. He is still unconscious, my men put him on the stretcher, Then they started treating him. They wheeled him inside, down to our medical facility. Our agency has its hospital that's why we don't need him to rush to the hospital because we already have our own.

The machine had reached its definitive termination state. "Miller," Jeremy barked into his shoulder mic, his hand remaining pressed against my right side to stabilize the fractured ribs. "The target is secured by local field assets. We need an advanced life support unit at Pier 42 immediately. Ambrose is showing signs of acute respiratory distress and potential internal hemorrhaging."

The veins on his temples bulged against his pale face as he continued to scream, “She’s not dead! Do you hear me? I’m a doctor. I can save her! She wouldn’t just die like this!” Hudson’s voice carried a note of stubbornness, as if he refused to accept reality. With a jerk of his arm, he shoved Dr. Brown’s hand away and barked at the other medical staff standing behind him. “She’s not dead because I say she’s not dead! Continue resuscitation! Get the epinephrine and the defibrillator ready! Move! What are you all just standing there for?” After that, he ignored everyone else. He lowered his head again and began pumping my chest with even greater force.

His unconscious pale body was tilted sideways as I adjusted the end of the stethoscope and just then did I, find out what to do. My fact lit up immediately as I sniffed through the tears. “Come over Xavier, we both have to press harder together to cause his heart to start pumping blood again.” Just as I said those words, Xavier walked over to my side. I helped him position his hands correctly as we both stayed in position. “One, two three, push!” I ordered, my voice still hoarse as w both pressed.

she offered. Lainey nodded and made space for Millie. Her efforts were relentless. Five or six minutes ticked by, and the tension in the room was palpable. Yet, Millie refused to let go of the defibrillator. At that moment, her forehead was glistening with sweat. Just as the monitor flatlined and Lainey was about to give up, the machine suddenly started beeping. Everyone turned to look as Sonny's heartbeat began to return. In the next second, Millie continued with chest compressions. As the readings began to improve, a thought crossed her mind, and she suddenly called out, "Dr. Xander, I'm exhausted. Can you take over?"

Frank and Shadow watched the flurry of actions from the sidelines without understanding what’s happening. “What are we doing?” “I am not sure.” Ben shrugged “I just organized for a mobile sterile setting.” Dana informed Ian that the mobile sterile setting was ready when they hit another dilemma. "How to transfer Ed from here to there?" They couldn’t stop the process. “Can we try Emergency Preservation and Resuscitation?” Steve asked after thinking for a minute before adding “I have only done it twice in my entire career.” “That’s 2 more than me.” Ian shrugged “What was the outcome?”

I watched as his limp body was lowered into the VTOL, his chest barely moving. We scrambled aboard. The interior was a high-tech medical bay, far superior to anything the Sinclairs owned. They laid Xander on the table, and a doctor immediately injected a deep blue fluid into his central line. Xander’s eyes snapped open. He gasped, his body jolting as the serum fought back the rejection. He looked at me, then at the woman standing at the head of the bed. "Eleanor," he rasped. "You... you're late."

“It means he’s about to die, but we won’t let him, okay? His condition is lethal, but we know Tyga’s survived worse. So breathe, and have faith.” She shuffled into the chaos, exchanging medical terms. Light shoves shifted me continuously, as nurses buzzed in and out like worker bees. “No pulse. He’s gone into cardiac arrest. Start compressions— one, two, three… come on,” the doctor’s voice boomed. “Bag him, let’s secure the airway. Where’s the crash cart?” Lucian kept a hand on Kai’s wound, taking the syringe from Aria, and seeping the contents into Kai’s veins. “He’s asthmatic, lungs are tightening. Get the nebulizer with albuterol, now!”