Are you really a good cardio pet if you aren’t needing monitoring 24/7? Or if your heart isn’t stumbling all the time or passing out? Or if you’re having little whimpers of chest pain every so often? 🩷
Summary: my dr is really hot and I need a physical
I sucked in a deep breath as I pushed open the glass door to the clinic. I hated this place, but I had to be here. I’d recently gotten a new job and lucky me, they required that I get medical clearance from a doctor - so here I was. I stepped up to the desk at the front, where a very tired middle-aged woman sat, clicking away at her keyboard. “Hi, um.. I have an appointment with Dr. Iero at 3.” I glanced down at my watch. It was 2:45.
The woman took my information rather quickly, and sent me off to sit in the waiting area. I sat myself down, adjusting slightly in the uncomfortable plastic chair. My heart was thumping hard in my chest, so I took a few deep breaths to try to calm myself down, though nothing was working. I sat there for the next 15 minutes, regretting my decision to be so early. Next time, I thought to myself, I’m showing up exactly on time.
And as if on cue, when the clock said ‘3:00’ I heard my name being called from the door. My head shot up and I stumbled a little as I got up from the chair, heading inside with the nurse. She showed me to a room, that had ‘exam room 4’ written on it in small black lettering. Just the words ‘exam room’ made my mouth go dry. I knew what was coming.
I took a seat on the bed, the paper crinkling under me. The nurse let me know that my doctor would be in soon, and she shut the door as she left. I took a look around the room as I waited. Pretty typical - some posters on the wall with some kind of diagrams, blood pressure cuff, and some other miscellaneous medical items scattered along the table. I could feel my pulse rising, getting faster and faster with anticipation as I waited for the doctor to arrive.
Again, as if he could hear exactly what I was thinking, the door swung open. “I’m Dr. Iero. But you knew that.” He flashed me a smile, and my heart stuttered in my chest. I’d seen him more than once, but every single time, I was taken aback by how gorgeous he was. I watched him closely as he took a seat in the chair next to me, scribbling something down on a piece of paper. “Okay, just a physical?” I nodded, and he quickly got to work.
We got through the first half rather painlessly, as it was mainly just questions like ‘do you smoke?’ and ‘how much do you sleep?’ though I was still fighting with my own body to get my heart rate down before he started. It wasn’t working.
“Alright, everything sounds good there.” He folded up the file that was in his hands before standing up in front of me. “I’m just gonna check your temperature first.” He gave me a smile, and placed the thermometer under my tongue. He did the routine things: checked my eyes, ears, throat, etc. and those were okay. It’s when he took out the blood pressure cuff that I started feeling uneasy again.
“Let me know if it’s too uncomfortable, okay?” He said, wrapping the cuff around my arm. “Should only take a second.” I watched his face as I felt it tighten around my arm, and then slowly release. He seemed focused, he was good at his job. “Little high.. nothing to worry about.” He pulled the cuff off, hanging it back where it was originally. “Okay, I’m gonna take your pulse now.” And without much of a warning, he had two fingers pressed against my neck. I felt my stomach twist and my heart thump hard when he did this, and I was fairly certain my face was bright red by now.
“A little quick. Are you nervous?” He asked softly, moving to do the same thing with my wrist. I didn’t respond for a moment, too caught up in my own head to even comprehend what he’d said to me. “Hm?” He looked up at me, writing something down on his clipboard.
“Huh? Oh, yeah.” I laughed sheepishly. “Kinda nervous. Haven’t been to a doctor in a little while.”
“Nothing to be nervous about.” He reassured, but it only seemed to make things worse. I watched as he took his stethoscope from around his neck, plugging the earpieces into his ears. “Take a deep breath for me..” he placed the diaphragm on my back, listening in a few different places. “Lungs sound good.” He mumbled, almost to himself. He pulled back, taking the earpieces out for a moment. “Would you mind taking off your t-shirt for me?”
My heart was hammering against my ribs by now, but I nodded. I pulled my t-shirt off over my head and set it down on my lap. “Thank you.” He gave me a smile. “Just gonna feel your heart first..” he placed his hand flat against the centre my chest, and I could feel my heart pounding against it. I shut my eyes, trying to will my heart to slow as he moved his hand, pushing it under my left breast. Nothing was working. I could hear it clearly in my ears.
Th-thump. Th-thump. Th-thump.
“I’m gonna give it a listen, alright? Try to relax.” He placed his stethoscope on my chest, his other hand on my back to keep me steady. He moved his stethoscope around my chest, and I could’ve sworn I felt my heart skip each time he did. I could feel the warmth between my legs, but tried to ignore it as he listened closely to my heart. His eyebrows furrowed, and he took the stethoscope off of my chest. “It sounds.. mostly healthy. Does it always beat this fast?” He asked, looking a little concerned.
“No, just.. doctors.” I breathed, mentally cringing at the fact that I could hear my own voice trembling.
“Hm.” He didn’t seem satisfied with that answer. “Want to lie down on the bed for me?” He gently pushed my shoulder, and I did as I was told.
Once I was on my back, he started listening again. He had his eyes shut, the diaphragm of the stethoscope pressed firmly against my chest. I could feel my heart pushing against the stethoscope, and I was pretty sure I could see his hand moving along with it if I looked close enough. He opened his eyes and met my gaze, causing my heart to thrash and pound in my chest. Additionally, it made my face go bright red, because I knew he could hear it.
He leaned back and took his stethoscope off, humming softly. “Looks like I’m going to need to run a couple more tests..”
So desperate to have one hand between someone's shoulder blades and the other against their sternum, pinning their convulsing heart between my palms...
Bonus points if they're sitting in my lap or grinding on my thigh ♡
Last time we had a storm come through my area my neighborhood turned into Venice and my window leaked so bad I thought my room was gonna fall through the garage 😀 I’m in orlando so we’re not gonna get COMPLETELY fucked like tampa bay, but still
In other news!!! the reactions of Floridians to potential storm threats needs to be scientifically studied
New file recorded after running, this time my heart pumps a little slower (about 180 bpm at first).
There is also a PVC near 00:51, which can be found clearly on the visualized ECG.
Hope you enjoy it ~
Synopsis: Fantasy Hospital. Doctors and Nurses are in silk robes and examine your heart in unique ways. Speaker stethoscopes, big screen ultrasounds, and plenty of exercise. As requested by @aheartsbeat
wc: 1.2k
cw: none
The room is cold and bleak, typical for an examination room. However, this was far from your typical examination room. This one was special. Different.
Each doctor and nurse wore luxurious silk robes with nothing underneath -- hard nipples and obvious bulges were not so hidden under the thin fabric.
And you. You also wore one of these robes. It was your favorite color and much different from your average, cheap hospital gown.
The room while it lacked in color and decoration, made up for it with the most interesting instruments you've ever seen; a giant screen that took up nearly an entire wall and stethoscopes with unusual bells.
Bells that looked like mini speakers.
On the other side of the room was a single stationary bike and treadmill. Would you be using those too?
"Please, lay down." One of the doctors spoke up in a soft tone, gesturing at the bed behind you.
Even the bed was different. Instead of those horrendous, rock-solid "beds" in normal hospitals, this one looked much softer -- comfortable.
And you were correct.
This bed rivaled the one you had at home. Soft and comfortable. You could easily fall asleep on this.
But a sleep study was not on the agenda for today.
Today you were going to be put through several cardiology examinations.
This small reminder caused your heart to pick up speed.
Looking back at the screen and stethoscopes on the wall, you pondered what they could possibly do with those. Soon, your questions will be answered.
With you now lying on the bed, several doctors and nurses got to work.
Some grabbed stethoscopes from the wall, two others grabbed what you assumed were ultrasound wands, while one started to set up the screen on the wall.
You gulped nervously and tried to focus on your breathing but your chest moved with each pounding beat of your chest -- giving away your excitement to the room.
The nurses with the stethoscopes gathered around one side of your bed while the doctors with the wands gathered on the other side. The one by the screen stood over by it.
Without warning, one of the doctors untied the knot on your robe, opening it up and exposing your chest to the room.
A few beats after that, cold gel was applied to your skin right over your heart and the two doctors with the wands placed them down on your chest.
In an instant, you saw your heart pounding on the giant screen on the wall.
It showed two different views. You're unsure which ones you're seeing, but you can't deny it was mesmerizing.
Watching your valves snap open and closed. Pounding harder at the scene but still staying strong and steady.
"Look at your heart," The doctor by the screen said while lifting their arm as if presenting it. "It's working hard...it's truly something, isn't it?"
Before you could think of a response to the question you felt several cold objects against your body -- the nurses holding the stethoscopes -- and quickly the room filled with the sound of your heart beating in sync with the ultrasound on the screen.
Bu-dum Bu-dum Bu-dum Bu-dum Bu-dum
Loud and fast.
You wondered how fast it was going until you realized the numbers in the far corner of the screen.
"128 BPM".
And steadily climbing.
You notice it get to around the 140s before the doctor at the front of the room once again speaks up.
"Okay, now I'm going to ask you to work your pump out for a bit." They paused for a second, "10 minutes on both the treadmill and bike at the highest intensity setting should be good enough."
And with that, the nurses and other doctors removed themselves from you, allowing you to get off of the bed and onto the stationary bike to start.
Once you were settled there, two nurses and one doctor put their instruments back on your chest, your heart on display and beats filling the room once more.
You started to pedal and quickly your heart rate picked up.
"That's good, just like that." The doctor praised you while watching your valves snap violently.
140...145...149...153...
Your heart was now racing.
Bu-dum Bu-dum Bu-dum Bu-dum Bu-dum
Your breathing picked up, lungs trying to provide enough oxygen for your hard-working heart.
Finally, you reached mid 170s while on the bike and the doctor let you take a short break to catch your breath.
You felt your heart move the hands of the nurses and doctor up and down with each beat, hearing the chaos through the speaker stethoscopes. Watching the screen along with everyone else.
Your heart still beat strong and unwavering.
Only about 30 seconds passed before you were asked to move to the treadmill, wobbling your way over.
Two different nurses and the other ultrasound doctor now joined your side, waiting for you to adjust the intensity of the treadmill, then they placed their instruments on your chest just like the previous ones.
Just like the other times, your heart presented itself on the screen. Your heart rate lowered a bit, now at the low 130s.
But that would quickly change.
The belt started to move and you got to work, along with your heart.
As if it knew the deal already, your heart rate skyrocketed fast, reaching high 180s within 2 minutes.
BU-DUM BU-DUM BU-DUM BU-DUM BU-DUM
"You can do better than that." You swore you heard that one doctor say something again but you weren't sure. It could've been your own mind saying that this time.
No matter, you still pushed yourself.
You picked up your pace on the treadmill, breathing even heavier now, heart pounding and racing harder and faster as everyone in the room listened and watched intently.
Your valves were moving at such speeds that they seemed to not be moving at some points.
186...190...194...199...
BU-DUM BU-DUM BU-DUM BU-DUM BU-DUM
You felt as if your heart was going to pound out of your chest by now. Your pulse roaring and bouncing off the walls, throbbing against your neck -- you even felt it in the rest of your body.
200
You let out a sigh of relief as you were asked to stop the machine. Slowing down until it came to a complete stop.
Without removing the wand and stethoscopes from your chest, the nurses helped guide you back to the bed where you laid down again and tried to catch your breath.
Your heart still felt like it was going a mile a minute. Throbbing almost painfully against your chest. Now with this new angle, you were able to see it visibly shake your entire body, taking the hands of the nurses and doctor with it.
You turn your head to view the screen, watching as your heart slows but still continues to thump with purpose, now within the 150s range.
"Good job. We'll just keep you here, listening and watching your heart until it reaches approximately 60 to 70 beats per minute." The doctor that stood by the screen said with a smile.
At this rate, you'll be in this room with your heart on display all day.
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