Resus X Novels & Stories

Protective. Doc looked at me with a measured expression. "We’ll do another trial, just like yesterday." I nodded. Amy moved to silence the monitors, and Dr. Carrington adjusted the tubing. Pullox’s ventilator settings were gradually reduced, the tubing disconnected as they moved to a manual resuscitator in case he couldn’t compensate. For several breathless seconds, we waited. The rise and fall of his tiny chest was there, but it was shallow. Doc watched closely, then finally gave a soft sigh. "He’s strong, but not strong enough yet."

The doctor opened his medical kit and took out a syringe, then gave Xanthus an injection. "What did you give him?" Raeleigh asked nervously. The doctor said, "It's not an antidote; I'm only giving him epinephrine to reduce his blood pressure and treat his arrhythmia." "But it won't help much. Fortunately, he has already gone through most of it; he'll be fine as long as he can hold on for the rest of the night." Raeleigh let out a sigh of relief but still dared not let her guard down, holding Xanthus's hand tightly.

The heart monitor started beeping loudly. Xavia woke up with a jolt and saw her grandmother gasping for air. Her face was pale and the heart monitor results were fluctuating. Xavia panicked. “Grandma! Doctor! Doctor!” A doctor rushed into the room. “What’s wrong?” “I don’t know. Grandma suddenly started gasping for air and her heart is beating very quickly. Please check on her!” “Okay.” The doctor had already walked over to the bed and was examining the old lady. “Get me the defibrillator now and prepare for resuscitation!”

Under everyone's pained gaze, Athena knelt on the ground. With her hands overlapping one another and her left palm facing downward, she began pumping Alexa's chest. Alexa's breathing and heartbeat had already stopped, but Athena refused to give up. The golden four-minute rescue time was critical in recovering a patient's breathing and heartbeat. After these four minutes, the longer it was prolonged, the smaller the chance of resuscitating the patient. Therefore, Athena didn't waste a single second and continuously pumped Alexa's chest.

Jamil's brow furrowed as he pulled a small penlight from his pocket and checked August's unresponsive pupils. "But his heart is strong. It’s a stubborn heart, fighting hard. He must have had a very effective resuscitation on the shore." ​The doctor turned his sharp eyes toward me. "Did you pump his chest, girl?" ​"Yes," I nodded, "I gave him mouth-to-mouth." ​"You saved his life," Dr. Jamil said simply, turning back to his bag and pulling out a long syringe and a small glass vial.

The heavy compressed-air doors of the executive medical wing were propped open, the hallway filled with the frantic hum of portable defibrillator units and the sharp, overlapping commands of the emergency resuscitation team. Vivian broke through the threshold of Room 702, her breath hitching in her throat as the scene hit her like a physical blow. Alexander was thrashing against the leather restraint straps on the narrow table. His white shirt had been torn open down the center, exposing his broad chest, which was glistening with sweat and dotted with silver telemetry nodes. The clear plastic tubing connected to his right forearm was a dark, turbulent crimson, the filtering matrix machine ro