#cpr whump

[whiteboywhump]

🎥 Transplant S1 E3

[foundfamilywhump]

dare i say CPR is underultilized in whump…the desperation of it, the physical effort to try and bring another person back or keep them with you…the fact that when you do CPR correctly, with the right amount of force, it’s common to accidentally break the other person’s ribs or damage them further, all the cost of saving them. just something i think about..

no you're so right about that. you're so so right.

how disturbing and traumatizing it is for the person who has to do it. the terror at the sound and feeling of cracking ribs. how EXHAUSTING. it is especially if it has to go on for longer than a few moments. yeah that hits really good. any time someone has to get really physically involved with saving or caring for someone else it really hits good for me.

and then the lingering awareness afterwards of like... looking at this person. watching their chest move. seeing the bruises. the nightmares after about what if it hadn't work. the inability to handle seeing that person like, laying flat after that.

[whumppromptoftheday]

caretaker goes home after sending whumpee to the hospital. their heart pounds, arms sore after performing CPR until the ambulance arrived. they try to sleep, they need to sleep, but even with their eyes heavy, sleep won't come.

all they can do is relive the scene, seeing the blood on the ground around whumpee and the feeling of the gravel digging into their knees with every compression.

[whumpetywhumpwhump]

@silvercap this is your sign to watch ER the whole way through because even in the VERY LAST SEASON this poor boy is SUFFERING.

[wol-vee]

This is one of those art pieces where you don't entirely like it but it was anatomy practice so you can't expect it to be perfect

I don't do a lot of straight up romance stuff so it was kind of difficult to imagine what to draw, but I think I got it good enough

[mikhaelwrites]

Don't imagine Barry fighting a bad guy and something going wrong. Their heart stops. Be it from Barry's powers, something the guy fell into, etc. One second, Barry is running around and bantering, the next, he's on his knees counting compressions under his breath. No one can do anything, just listen to panicked breaths.

Bonus points if (parallel to evil speedsters like Reverse Flash and Zoom) Barry has to reach into the bad guy's chest to manually squeeze his heart to get it to beat again.

[its-my-whump]

Scissors 13

I'm sorry for taking so long and actually only delivering unsatisfying snippets. I feel bad and want this story to continue, as much, as you do, but my head is too fucked up at the moment.

Scissors 13

A battalion of medics were on their way, a stretcher being pushed forward, between them.

A small nurse sitting on the dead patient, performing CPR.

Voices, beepings, that just sounded wrong, orders barked and feet, rushing through the almost empty hallway, aiming for bay 6. The sounds mixing into a cacophony of death being challenged by the professionals.

The stretcher was stopped harshly. Many hands pulling at the sheet. The patient was lifted, his extremities still kinda dangling in the sheets.

The stretcher from the ambulance was gone a moment later. Nurses already cutting down the rest of his few clothes.

A pale lifeless body covered in cold sweat. Electrodes, tubes, needles sticking in and out of his body.

"Male, mid 30s, sepsis confirmed. No pulse. His heart stopped 12 minutes ago, ongoing cpr."

Someone shouted through the bay, overturing all the sounds of equipment, that were saying the same.

The attenting was listing through his stethoscope, while a short male nurse had his hands still on the patients purple sternum, waiting to start counting again.

"Fuck." The Doc cursed.

"Continue!"

...

Tbc

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[angelic-writer]

Buckshot Roulette oneshot - The Night is Young

So guess who has another growing hyperfixation instead of focusing on the things she was supposed to write? That's right. Me. I got this idea for a oneshot based off one of the endings in Buckshot Roulette. Just to give you guys something before I head to work tomorrow.

So here ya go.

CW: Gunshots, blood, CPR, defibrillation, medical inaccuracies (written to be a little less inaccurate)

Night club music was nothing new for the young man. Having just gotten off of a particularly long shift at the local hospital, he decided to go to the town's most popular nightclubs. He was never the type to party. He seldom went to bars and only went to office parties because his coworkers asked him to.

Taking out his usual pack of cigarettes, he lit one up and inhaled, blowing out the smoke with a contented exhale.

"These new cigs are the healthiest ones on the market." One of the nurses said. "I heard that with these, lung cancer would be nonexistent in five years."

He scoffed. They were being ridiculous. You get lung cancer whether you were a heavy smoker or not. No amount of chemotherapy could get rid of it. It destroys your body from the inside out and a "healthy" alternative won't fix that. But there is one positive he could say about this new brand. It took a great amount of stress off of him. Well, the same could be said for any cigarette, but whatever works for him.

Hearing the door being kicked open, he turned his head to look at you. Unlike the rest of the club patrons, you were dressed in a shabby hoodie and your hair was messy, looking like you just came out of a massive bender, though looking at your eyes through the pulsing lights, you didn't look doped up. In fact, you looked like you were eager to win something. He sighed. He knew what you were up to.

He had heard rumors about the Dealer being in the room above the nightclub, playing a game of Buckshot Roulette with patrons who were foolish enough to sign the waiver, releasing them of any liability in case their families tried to sue them. He had tried to warn them before, but they had brushed him off, saying that they can win this.

None of them came out alive.

He knew you were walking into a death trap. He knew you were risking your life just to win an impossible game. Closing his eyes, he knew there was nothing he could do to stop you.

You walked past him and went into the room next to him. And so, the game began.

For the next few minutes, the young man looked down at the party below. He wondered what his co-workers were doing right now. Are they down there with the rest of the crowd, partying like it's the end of the world? He considered leaving his spot and going downstairs, but he didn't see any point. He didn't know anybody there so what would be the point of going? Besides, he liked his spot up there. It allowed him to clear his mind of the day's events.

He didn't pay any attention to the shotgun blasts from within the room. It was normal. It was part of the Dealer's game.

He thought it would go on a bit longer, but when he didn't hear anymore gunshots, he was starting to get a little concerned. Feeling a knot form in his stomach, he extinguished his cigarette and went towards the room. Opening the door, the sight nearly made him want to vomit.

You were sprawled out on the floor with a gaping hole in your torso. A concerning amount of blood was pouring out of you at an alarming rate. He knew your luck was bad, but he didn't know it was this bad. Looking around, he could see that the makeshift defibrillator had a single charge left as well as a few blood bags. He scrambled to get the supplies, unhooking the defib unit and stuffing it into a bag. He grabbed the blood bags and stuffed them in too, making sure not to poke any holes in them. Looking around, he noticed that the Dealer wasn't there. Did they leave after they won the game?

Hooking his hands under your armpits, he dragged you out of the room and down the catwalk, leaving a trail of blood behind. The music had changed to a more tense and upbeat tune as the patrons continued their carefree dancing, unaware of the teetering of life and death you were currently in.

Once he dragged you back to the bathroom and laid you down, the doctor began to rummage through the bag of supplies. He hooked up the blood bag to an IV and inserted it into your arm. Once he did that, he reached into his own bag and grabbed some sutures and bandages. He wasted no time cutting off your hoodie and stitching you up though he wondered how long you were out for. Your empty eyes staring back at him never failed to make him shudder. It reminded him too much of the patients he lost.

He can't lose this one.

He interlocked his hands onto your chest and started chest compressions. He knew in a regular setting, a wound like this would be considered hopeless, but the new technology raised the patient's chances of survival. The doctor didn't fully believe it, but he had to give it a shot.

One charge left. He had to make it count.

He pressed the paddles to your chest and pressed the buttons. Your body jumped, but you didn't respond. He didn't understand. It was supposed to work. Of course. It's not that simple. It wouldn't be this simple.

He threw the paddles to the ground and started compressions again. "C'mon... You're not dying on me. Not when you've got your whole life ahead of you."

Your body shook as he pressed down, his hands slipping a few times from the blood seeping through the bandages. "Fuck!" This is bad. This is really bad. If this one doesn't come back soon...

He didn't want to clean up after the Dealer again.

He looked into your eyes again and he could see someone who was lost, who had gone through so much hardship in life. He saw someone who had lost everything and was trying so hard to get it all back. Why else would you end up here? Why else would you have signed a literal deal with the devil?

His hands sunk deeper into your chest, hearing something crack beneath him. This is nothing. He will get you back. He has to.

A few minutes of him aggressively trying to resuscitate you pass without any results. Dammit... Isn't there anything else he could do? Isn't there anything else that he could use?

Looking around to see if there was a phone he could use to call someone, he spotted something. In the dark corner, next to one of the bathroom stalls was a wall socket. Wait, that could be it. If he could just plug the defib unit in...

"Sorry kid. I'll be right back." He whispered before he ran to the wall. It was only for a few seconds, but every second counts in a life or death situation. He plugged the defib unit to the wall and it came to life, giving him unlimited charge.

He had to hold back a smile as he ran back to you. Pressing the paddles to your chest, he shocked you once more. Once again, you didn't respond. Damn, this one doesn't want to come back.

Dealer really did a number on you, huh?

A few more minutes of compressions and then, another shock.

"Shit. Come on, you're not dying on me that easily."

Even when the blood was transfused into your body, even though the defibrillator was fully charged again, you still didn't respond. Were you already gone? Were you already a lost cause before he got there?

"C'mon, kid! C'mon!" The doctor shouted as he continued to pump your chest. You had to come back. You had to.

After what felt like an eternity of him feverishly trying to revive you, he was awarded with a light gasp, then a cough. The doctor's heart leapt with excitement and he let out a sigh of relief.

As you blinked your eyes open, the music seemingly loud in your ears for a brief moment, you saw the man from the catwalk looming over you. He was giving you a look of both relief and disappointment.

"You're lucky it left you with a charge!" He said, exasperated from his attempts at reviving you. He shakily got up and extended his hand to you. "Get up. The night is young."