I鈥檓 seizing in a hospital bed in the ER, nurses and doctors running from all over as an emergency alarm goes off. My small body is ridged, muscles locked in twisted positions, my wrists curled inwards and hands in claws pushed out above where I lay. My head is twisted to the side, back arches and toes pointed. I start convulsing sharply, drool running out the corner of my mouth and down my cheek, my lips begin to tint blue. All anyone can hear is the squeak of the bed springs and a groaning gurgling sound I鈥檓 making that鈥檚 being forced out of my body with every violent convulsion.
A doctor begins ordering people around, a nurse leans over and places an oxygen mask on my twitching face. My eyes are rolled up and to the side, blank and staring in shock. Someone mentions that I could be aspirating and the doctor has a clear tube in my mouth in seconds, there鈥檚 a loud sucking sound as he suctions saliva out of my airways even as my lips take on a worrying blue tone.
He stands close to the side of the bed to hide the erection in his scrub pants
hands that easily cover my chest compressing me over and over, strong enough to lift and move my petite limp body with ease. Tipping back my head and pulling my blue lips open, pressing your mouth to mine and blowing oxygen into my lungs, my cheeks bulging with air. Holding my eyelids open wide to check how sluggish my pupils have become in the time I鈥檝e been down. Excited to use me for it all over again.