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Please someone put their head on my bare chest and listen my heart directly...Or steth every inch of my chest 🩺🫀

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Fast Lub Dub with skips

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Come back to life!!

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Pounding hard

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In an emergency there is no time to undress the patient normally, the clothes must be cut!

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“Patient now in VFib. Prepare paddles. Charging to 200, everybody clear!” Her body lurches with the charge, belly and breasts bouncing. Nothing. Another shock and she returns to arrest, the piercing sound of the flatline echoing in the OR. The doctor places her hands between her bare tits and begins to pound at her still heart. “One! Two! Three! Four! Breathe! C'mon, BREATHE!” The patient’s chest, slick with defibrillator gel, bends with the compressions. The doctor keeps pounding, desperate, as the paddles charge. She can’t loose her now!

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Visible Pounding

intense heartbeat pounding

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As Elle made her way back from the beach, the warmth of the sun still lingering on her skin, she felt a sudden wave of dizziness. The world around her began to blur and spin, her legs growing heavy with each step. She tried to steady herself, to push through the haze that was quickly overwhelming her, but it was no use. The last thing she saw before everything went dark was the shimmering ocean in the distance.

Elle crumpled to the ground, her body lying motionless on the sunlit path. It wasn't long before two male medics arrived at the scene. Their movements were swift and efficient, a practiced choreography of urgency and precision.

"Let's get her stabilized," one of them said, his voice calm but filled with the gravity of the situation. Both medics were clad in dark uniforms, their blue gloves standing out against the fabric as they quickly assessed her condition.

Without hesitation, one of them pulled out trauma shears and began to cut through Elle's pink vest, the fabric giving way easily as they worked to expose her chest. The bright color of the vest contrasted sharply with the pale skin beneath, now visible in the warm afternoon light.

"Pads ready," the second medic said, pulling out the AED. They applied the adhesive pads to her bare chest, one just below her collarbone and the other on her side, near her ribcage. The machine began its analysis, its robotic voice filling the air with instructions.

As the AED worked, the first medic wrapped a blood pressure cuff around Elle’s arm, inflating it to get a reading while his partner inserted an airway into her mouth to keep her airway open. He gently positioned it, careful not to cause any discomfort, while his colleague prepared the stethoscope.

The black stethoscope was placed against Elle’s chest, its cold diaphragm contrasting with the warmth of her skin. The medic listened intently, his brow furrowing in concentration as he tried to pick up any signs of life from her heart. There was a moment of stillness, the world around them fading into the background as they focused solely on Elle’s fragile heartbeat.

"She’s in V-fib," the medic with the stethoscope confirmed, his voice low but steady.

"Charging," the other medic responded, the AED beeping as it prepared to deliver a shock. The tension was palpable, every second stretching out as they waited for the machine to signal.

"Clear!" The command was sharp, both medics pulling back their hands as the AED delivered its jolt. Elle's body jerked violently, her chest arching off the ground for a brief moment before collapsing back down, still lifeless.

They paused, holding their breath as they waited to see if her heart would respond, if the shock would be enough to bring her back. The silence was heavy, the only sound being the rhythmic beep of the AED as it resumed its analysis.

What happens next?

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For @echoesofelle 🫀🫀💗💗

(Part 2/2)

*Will delete if asked to*

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Elle has a need for chest compressions again...

It was a crisp October afternoon when Elle wandered into the local Halloween shop, its shelves filled with ghoulish decorations and eerie props. She moved through the aisles, admiring the ghostly figures and plastic tombstones, when something caught her eye. Nestled among the fake blood and rubber bats was a display of anatomical heart stress-balls. They were surprisingly detailed, with veins and arteries painted, the texture soft and slightly squishy to the touch.

Elle's heart skipped a beat. She picked one up, turning it over in her hands, feeling the simulated contours of a human heart. It was almost too perfect. With her new-found fascination, she couldn’t resist buying it. She carried it to the register, her excitement barely contained.

Once home, Elle went straight to her room, eager to experiment with her latest find. She lay on her bed, the anatomical heart stress-ball clutched in her hand. Closing her eyes, she placed it over her chest, just above her own heart. She imagined it beating in sync with her own, visualizing each pump, each rhythmic contraction.

Her mind wandered to more vivid, intense scenarios. She thought about the hands that had compressed her chest, the lifeguards at the pool, the paramedics, and the mysterious stranger she had met in London. A shiver ran down her spine as she envisioned those same hands pressing down on the heart stress-ball, feeling it compress beneath their fingers.

The thought of CPR had become more than just a medical procedure for her. It was an intimate dance between life and death, a connection forged in the most primal of circumstances. She squeezed the stress-ball, imagining the force needed to compress her actual heart, the precision, and the care.

She knew it was time for more CPR. There was something about the act, the closeness, and the control, that had become a fixation for her. She wanted to experience it again, to feel the hands on her chest, the breath filling her lungs.

Elle picked up her phone and scrolled through her contacts, searching for someone she trusted, someone who understood. She hesitated for a moment before dialing a number.

"Hey, it's Elle," she said when the call connected. "Are you free tonight? I have something I want to try..."

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Echoes of Elle: Chapter Thirteen

Elle walked into the cardiology clinic, the air conditioning a welcome relief from the blistering heat outside. It was the start of a heatwave, and she had dressed accordingly in a black strappy vest and her favorite jeans. Her skin glistened slightly, the humidity clinging to her despite the cool interior of the clinic. She skipped the bra, opting for comfort over convention, and now she felt the faintest breeze against her bare skin.

Doctor Patel greeted her with a warm smile as she entered his office. "Elle, good to see you," he said, motioning for her to sit down. "How have you been feeling?"

Elle settled into the chair, crossing her legs. "I've been alright, but I'm still worried. The palpitations come and go, and sometimes I feel like I might pass out."

Doctor Patel nodded, flipping through her chart. "Your previous continuous heart monitor didn't give us much to work with. It's baffling, really. You have an arrhythmia that can stop your heart, yet you seem to bounce back without any lasting damage. It's quite rare."

Elle chuckled. "I guess I have a unique heart."

Doctor Patel smiled at her joke. "You certainly do. Maybe we should use you for a research study. It's not often we see something like this."

Elle's eyes lit up at the thought. "I'd love that. Being part of a study sounds fascinating."

Doctor Patel took her blood pressure, carefully wrapping the cuff around her upper arm. The cuff squeezed tightly, a firm but familiar pressure. Elle watched the monitor as it beeped softly, displaying the numbers that seemed to dictate her health. She held her breath slightly, waiting for the reading. The cuff released with a gentle hiss, and Doctor Patel noted the numbers.

"120 over 80," he said, a reassuring smile on his face. "Perfectly normal."

Elle let out a sigh of relief. "That's good to hear."

Doctor Patel then picked up his black stethoscope and placed the cold diaphragm against her chest. Elle shivered slightly at the touch, but the sensation was oddly comforting.

"Take a deep breath," he instructed, moving the stethoscope to different points on her chest. He listened intently, his brow furrowed in concentration.

After a moment, he looked up. "Would you like to hear it?"

Elle's eyes widened. "Can I?"

Doctor Patel handed her the stethoscope, guiding her to place the earpieces in her ears. She pressed the diaphragm against her chest, right over her heart. The sound was mesmerizing—each beat strong and rhythmic, a constant reminder of her resilience.

"Wow," she whispered. "That's... incredible."

Doctor Patel smiled. "It's a powerful thing, your heart. Now, we're going to attach a new ECG monitor for you to wear for the week. Hopefully, this one will give us more information."

He carefully attached the electrodes to her chest, the cool gel making her skin tingle. With her vest, the electrodes were fully visible, tiny patches of technology against her tanned skin. Elle looked down at them, feeling a mix of comfort and excitement. Being monitored again made her feel special, like her heart was important enough to be watched over.

Before she left, she paused at the door. "Doctor Patel," she began, turning to face him. "I'd be happy to be used for medical students if it would be helpful. They’re very welcome to examine my heart and do any sort of experiments."

Doctor Patel looked thoughtful. "That's very generous of you, Elle. I'll keep that in mind. Thank you."

As Elle walked out of the clinic, she couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation. Her heart, with all its mysteries and quirks, was once again under scrutiny. The idea of being part of something bigger, of contributing to medical knowledge, filled her with a sense of purpose. She looked forward to the week ahead, electrodes on full display, ready to embrace whatever came next.

After her appointment, Elle decided to treat herself to a coffee at the hospital café. It was a bustling spot frequented by both staff and visitors, providing her the perfect opportunity to people-watch. The café was bright and airy, with large windows offering views of the hospital grounds. Elle ordered her usual—a caramel latte—and found a seat near the window.

As she sipped her drink, she let her gaze wander. She loved observing the snippets of life happening around her, the stories unfolding in every corner of the room. To her left, a doctor in scrubs was having a quick meal, his pager placed beside his sandwich. At another table, a nurse was chatting with a colleague, their laughter punctuating the steady hum of conversation. Near the counter, a family anxiously waited for news about a loved one, their expressions a mix of hope and worry.

But what captivated Elle the most were the glances she received from the people around her. The electrodes peeking out from under her vest drew curious looks, and she found herself enjoying the attention. The idea that people were intrigued by her condition, that they might be wondering about the story behind the medical equipment, excited her. She shifted slightly in her seat, her pulse quickening at the thought.

She couldn't help but let her mind wander to the stethoscopes she had seen during her appointment. The sound of her own heartbeat still echoed in her ears, a rhythmic reminder of her unique heart. She wondered if any of the doctors or nurses at the hospital were part of the Tumblr community she had discovered. Were there people around her who shared her fascination with hearts and resuscitation?

Elle's eyes drifted to a man at a nearby table. He was in his early thirties, dressed in casual clothes but with an air of professionalism. He glanced at her briefly, his gaze lingering on the electrodes before quickly looking away. Was he just curious, or was there something more behind that look? The thought sent a shiver down her spine.

She started to fantasize about the possibility. What if there were people in the hospital who would be aroused by the opportunity to listen to her heart, to feel the rhythm of her pulse under their fingers? The idea thrilled her, the notion that her heart, with all its quirks and mysteries, could be a source of fascination and desire for someone else.

Her mind drifted back to Doctor Patel's office. She imagined one of the medical students, intrigued by her rare condition, asking to listen to her heart. She pictured the student's eyes lighting up with excitement as they placed the stethoscope against her chest, their breath hitching as they heard the steady beat. The thought made her pulse race, her heart pounding in her chest.

Elle took a deep breath, trying to calm the fluttering in her chest. She knew she was letting her imagination run wild, but the idea was too enticing to resist. She took another sip of her latte, savoring the sweet, creamy taste. She glanced around the café, wondering if anyone else shared her secret fantasies.

As she finished her coffee, she felt a sense of anticipation for what the week might bring. With her heart under constant monitoring, she knew that every beat was being recorded, every rhythm analyzed. It made her feel special, like her heart was the center of attention. And maybe, just maybe, there were others out there who felt the same way.

Elle stood up, gathering her things. She left the café with a smile on her face, her heart beating steadily in her chest. The week ahead was full of possibilities, and she was ready to embrace whatever came her way.

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How would Elles gym session go today? A PT takes care of her while she’s on the brink of passing out? Full blown cardiac arrest?

She’s on the treadmill…

She’s unresponsive… but is she breathing??