Her thin young body came running up the flight of stairs, to me prepared with stethoscope and heart monitor. “My heart is beating so fast!” I put my stethoscope up to her chest while laying her down on the bed and hooking her up to the monitor. Her heart rate reads at 155 bpm but pumping with so much force it thuds in my ears with each beat, her little pump working with it’s might in a steady rhythm.
BOOM boom, BOOM boom, BOOM boom, BOOM boom
I look down at her and she smiles, taking deep breaths, filling her lungs with fresh air and giving her heart the oxygen it needs. “Your heart’s working so strong, just as it should!”, but that won’t be for long.
I grab the bag I’d made and held the mouthpiece down while pinching her nose. Her HR has dropped to 140 as she starts breathing into the bag, and then drawing the used air back into her lungs. “Let’s see how it takes a bit of torture… let’s give you a bit of a heart attack”, I say with a smirk. She continues to rebreathe into the bag, her heart hammering in her thin chest under my fingers.
Soon the deep steady breaths become quicker. Her start starts to pick up speed again, the monitor reading 160 bpm, but pumping with less force. Her body is beginning to suffer, the organs using up all the available oxygen there was, and now she’s just breathing in her exhaust.
Thump thump, thump thump, thump thump, thump thump
As time goes on her breathing becomes quicker yet and so does her heartbeat. Her heart struggling turns me on so much. 177 bpm. It’s racing so fast, trying to cope with the oxygen demands, confused as to why suddenly it’s being starved. She looks at me and lets out some moans with her exhales, but keeps going, rebreathing more of the air. “Stay with me Alex!”
Soon oxygen levels are next to none. The sensation of the sound of her heart in my ears and beating out of control under the stethoscope is so hot… She starts to hyperventilate. I look over at the monitor, her heart is pumping weakly but frantically at 200 beats per minute and still climbing, gasping for fresh air.
bumbumbumbumbumbumbumbumbumbumbumbumbum…
The hyperventilation is now quicker than ever, her lungs unable to gasp. She starts to panic which raises her HR even higher. 212 BPM on the monitor when suddenly it begins to drop sharply. Her face starts to get pale, I can tell vision is starting to get blurry and her body about to shut down. I quickly pull the bag off her mouth and she takes a huge gasp for life just in time to not pass out completely, and can finally go back to deep relieving breaths again.
Her heart pounds with such massive force to make up for the oxygen it’s been deprived of, it feels like it was going to burst. Whenever she breathes out her heart will pause followed by a massive thump followed by a run of skips. It’s struggling to keep a rhythm as it recovers alongside sinus arrhythmia.
BOOM boom, BOOM boom… BOOMboom… BOOMboomBOOMBOOMboom, BOOM boom, BOOM boom
Within a few minutes though, her heart starts to return to normal. Thumpy but less violent beats, and HR gradually lowers. I take off the stethoscope and monitor and lay down next to her, putting my head on her chest. I look up to her pretty face covered in sweat. “How did my heart do?”
“It took the torture and still lives on! It took it well, but I feel like it can do more than that. Your heart was panicked cause it was deprived, but we need to push it to it’s physical limits… see what it’s really capable of!”
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