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Sailor Moon Fanfiction: Storm’s End

The rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor filled the hospital room, a stark contrast to the battle-ravaged streets where Makoto Kino had collapsed just hours ago.

She lay in a stark white hospital bed, her green uniform replaced with a loose hospital gown, wires snaking across her chest, connected to machines monitoring every flicker of her heartbeat. She hated this. The stillness. The vulnerability. The helplessness.

A doctor stood beside her, flipping through her medical chart with a grim expression. Ami Mizuno—Sailor Mercury—stood at his side, arms crossed, concern deep in her blue eyes.

“I won’t sugarcoat it, Miss Kino,” the doctor finally said, looking at her over his glasses. “You suffered a significant cardiac event. The scans show signs of an underlying arrhythmia—one that may have gone undiagnosed due to your high physical endurance.”

Makoto frowned. “Arrhythmia?”

“A severe irregular heartbeat,” Ami explained, her voice quieter than usual. “It can cause sudden heart failure under extreme stress. Like battle.”

Makoto inhaled sharply. She already knew what they were going to say.

“You need to stay here,” the doctor continued. “We’ll monitor you, perform further tests, and determine the best treatment plan. But for now, no strenuous activity.”

Makoto forced a laugh. “No strenuous activity? Doc, I’m a Sailor Guardian.”

Ami’s expression darkened. “You almost died, Mako-chan.”

Silence settled over the room, heavy and suffocating. Makoto turned her head toward the window, watching the city skyline. Somewhere out there, evil still lurked. Her friends were out there, fighting.

And she was stuck here.

Meanwhile, in the abandoned industrial district, the air sizzled with energy as Sailor Moon and the others faced their latest enemy.

The creature—a monstrous figure cloaked in black armor, pulsating with dark energy—stood unshaken amid the battlefield. Every attack they launched barely scratched him.

“Moon Tiara—” Usagi hurled the golden disk—

A flick of the enemy’s hand sent it flying back, nearly striking her in the face.

“We’re getting nowhere!” Minako panted, her uniform tattered. “This thing’s too strong!”

“We just have to keep trying!” Rei shouted, her hands glowing with fire. “Burning Mandala!”

Flames spiraled toward the creature—only to be absorbed into its swirling darkness.

Rei’s eyes widened. “No way…”

Then, in an instant, it struck back.

A tendril of dark energy lashed out, slamming into Usagi and sending her crashing into a concrete pillar.

Sailor Moon groaned, struggling to sit up.

Ami gritted her teeth. “We can’t win like this…”

A bitter truth settled in. Without Jupiter, they were weaker. Unbalanced. Incomplete.

And they were losing.

Makoto’s grip on her hospital blanket tightened as she listened to the news broadcast flickering on the small television in her room. Reports of destruction. Chaos. And no sign of victory.

Her team was struggling.

A sharp beep from the monitor reminded her of her condition, but she ignored it.

She threw the blanket aside.

The IV in her arm ripped free, sending a drop of blood onto the pristine white sheets. Ignoring the sting, she forced herself up, wobbling slightly. Every movement sent dull pain through her chest, but she pushed forward.

The moment her feet touched the cold floor, a nursecaught her wrist.

“Don’t,” she told her. “You can’t, leave your bed”

Makoto gave her a small, knowing smile. “I have to.”

And before the nurse could stop her, she transformed.

Electricity crackled around her, hospital equipment shorting out as she became Sailor Jupiter once more.

And then she was gone.

Lightning split the night sky as Sailor Jupiter landed in the battlefield with a deafening crash.

“Mako-chan!” Usagi cried, relief flooding her voice.

Jupiter straightened, her emerald eyes burning with determination. “You guys looked like you could use some help.”

No one had time to argue. The enemy lunged—

Jupiter raised her hands. The storm answered her call.

“Jupiter Oak Evolution!”

Hurricane-force winds and raw electricity tore through the air, slamming into the creature with earth-shaking force.

For the first time, it recoiled.

Minako gasped. “It’s working!”

Jupiter gritted her teeth, pushing more power into the attack. Energy surged through her, white-hot and all-consuming. She felt it—her heartbeat stuttering, struggling to keep up.

But she didn’t stop.

Another blast. Another hit. The enemy staggered—

And then, with a final, piercing scream—shattered into nothingness.

The battle was over.

But the price had yet to be paid.

Jupiter swayed.

The world tilted.

A sharp, agonizing spasm seized her chest.

Not now…

She clutched her uniform, gasping. The pain spread like wildfire. Her vision blurred—her knees gave way—

Then, darkness.

She collapsed.

Rei was the first to reach her.

“Mako-chan?” she gasped, flipping Jupiter onto her back.

Her face was pale. Her chest still.

Rei pressed trembling fingers to her neck.

Nothing.

“No, no, no—”

Ami’s scanner beeped violently. “Her heart stopped!”

A horrifying silence swallowed the battlefield.

Usagi’s breath hitched. “W-we can fix this, right?”

Rei ignored her. Her hands flew to Jupiter’s chest.

She laced her fingers together and pressed.

“Come on, come on—”

Her arms pistoned, forcing Jupiter’s lifeless body to move with every compression.

One, two, three, four…

Usagi sobbed. “Please, Mako-chan…”

Minako held Jupiter’s limp wrist, praying for a pulse that wasn’t there.

Ami knelt beside them, voice shaking. “Rei, keep going—I’ll breathe for her.”

Rei nodded, sweat dripping down her brow. Faster. Harder.

Ami tilted Jupiter’s head back, sealing her lips over hers, forcing air into her lungs.

Rei kept counting. Thirty.

Another breath.

Rei resumed.

Her hands ached. Her arms burned. But she refused to stop.

“Come on, Jupiter! Breathe!”

Nothing.

Minako’s hands clenched into fists. “No, dammit, she’s not—she’s not—”

Siren wails split the night. The ambulance screeched onto the battlefield, paramedics flooding out.

A man shoved Rei aside, cutting Jupiter’s uniform open further.

A defibrillator was pressed to her chest.

“Clear!”

Electricity jolted through her still body.

No response.

Again.

No response.

Rei covered her mouth as the medics lifted Jupiter onto a stretcher, still working, still fighting for her.

Ami’s lips quivered. “She’s—she’s still pulseless.”

The doors slammed shut. The ambulance sped off, sirens wailing into the night...

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Goth Chick

Goth Chick didn’t wake up in the hospital, she came to. She remembered what it looked like from last time, it looked just like this time. Goth got her GHB dosage wrong again and was paying the price. 

Goth felt something in her windpipe; it felt slightly less worse than the time she took a shot of vodka down the wrong way. She knew it was that damned breathing tube again, and that damned ventilator was pumping her chest full of air against her will to do it herself. Goth reached up to yank it out, finding her black nailed hands bound to the bed she tried to shake the tube out of her black lipped mouth but the residual effects of the GHB make her too weak right now. The rustling of her attempts to free herself brought the attention of the ward nurse. Goth heard her coming, and with a few seconds to think she decided to play dead. The nurse tried to rouse her, that failing she did the usual assessments with her stethoscope, pulling the cover off Goth’s chest to expose her black bra and electrodes. The nurse then paused the ventilator for several seconds to see if Goth was breathing for herself yet. Goth laid there quietly as the air flowed out of her lungs, making no attempt to inhale. It was uncomfortable, but no worse than the time she let someone hold her underwater until she passed out. The nurse resumed the ventilator, and walked off. Goth was a great actress, especially when the role was playing dead. Goth was sure she was alone, then worked to free herself from the wrist binders holding her to the table. Her left hand came loose, quietly, she loosened her right. Goth reached up to rip out the tube in her throat, feeling her way around the tape when she had a second thought. “Hey, I’m already in the hospital, hooked up to all this stuff, like they really saved me from something.” Goth’s mind grew blacker: “What if I let them kill me? They can get me back, yeah. I could really be undead. I could talk to god, satan, that senior who killed himself my junior year.” Goth thought about it, remembering last time she was here. If she pulled out her tube or unhooked the ventilator, they’d just hook her back up. No good. Cutting a EKG lead would be too easy to see, but wait! She remembered an old speaker wire that looked normal but was broken inside. That’s it! “They’ll think my heart stopped, then shock me dead!” Goth Chick had recovered enough strength to set about her task. She slowly slid the sheet down, exposing her torso. The staff had cut away her t-shirt, and cut the seat of her panties to insert a foley catheter into her bladder. “Shit, another awful tube in me!”, she thought to herself. But they left her leather skirt and belt on her, the belt that hid a buckle knife. Made in Taiwan, the blade didn’t have a great edge, but a good tip that could plunge into the thin insulation of her EKG wire. Goth pulled the wire onto the handrail, then began stabbing. Several stabs and a slight tug, the steady blips on the monitor stopped, followed a few seconds later with the familiar whine of an arresting patient. Goth quickly resheathed her knife, and plunged her hands back into the cuffs. She didn’t want to give her sabotage away, and she didn’t want to do anything stupid like stop the doctors from killing her! The nice thing about a teaching hospital is you never know who you’re going to get. Fortunately for Goth’s intentions, her staff immediately began coding her without so much as a cursory carotid pulse check. Some nurse jumped on her bed and began crushing her chest! The nurse stopped while someone cut away her bra, then began pumping again. The ventilator was disconnected, and a bag was used to fill her aching chest, then the air was squashed out again “C'mon, kill me!!”, Goth thought as she tried to remain expressionless. Goth felt the effects of cardiac medications start their way through her body; cold, hot, fainting. She deliriously heard the magick words, “Clear!” Bam!! Goth felt the pain of the shock, like when she bit the electric fence at a field trip to a dairy farm. But she wasn’t dead yet. Goth was paralytic, the shocks and the drugs pinned her down, she couldn’t save herself if she even wanted to. “Kill me…” The interns never noticed the disturbed sinus rhythm when the paddles were applied, just the squalling of the flatlined monitor above Goth’s head. Bam! Another shock. Bam! This time Goth couldn’t feel the sting, for her heart had stopped and the pain eclipsed anything the interns could do to her. “Kil…” The resident ER doctor moved to Goth Chick’s bed. He checked her pulse: nothing. He then asked the interns the usual questions. Then he grabbed the paddles and placed them on Goth’s chest. He glanced over his shoulder to check the charge and noticed the defib’s monitor. Perplexed, he then looked at the bedside EKG, then the defib again. “Oh, SHIT!”

Perfect resus scenario questionnaire

This is a questionnaire to help find the perfect resus scenario, useful for RPs and such

1) how do you envision yourself in this scene as a patient/rescuer/bystander/omniscient observer?

2) what does the patient look like, what are they wearing if anything

3) cause of arrest

4) time called or survived

5) starting location on scene/ambulance/hospital/other

6) ending location on scene/ambulance/hospital/other

7) how many rescuers?

8) how much equipment?

9) MtM/Mask/Ambubag/multiple?

10) pads/paddles/both?

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Due to a congenital heart defect her aortic valve, the one which separates her left ventricle from the rest of her body, grew with only 2 of the 3 naturally intended leaflets. Beside a very visible neck pulse, low blood pressure and a low tolerance to phisical efforts this has never been a problem for her but to avoid possible future consequences like heart wall hypertrophy (that would make her heart extremely visible under her thin rib cage) and important arrhythmias she decided to undergo a new experimental slightly invasive surgical procedure. Very thin probes will be inserted through her left side chest, they will enter inside the heart from a safe point and after reaching her aortic valve the surgeon will have to reshape it while the heart is still normally beating. She will be awake during the whole procedure, with just a local pain killer administered to the point in which the probes will be inserted (that's the reason why she decided for this procedure: she's scared by general anesthesia). She passed all the important preliminary controls to verify she was suited for the procedure and the intervention began.

Was it the idea of having small blades inside the center of her life? Was the fact that an iportant group of people (gathered to watch the experimental procedure) was looking at her completely naked holding her bare breasts? Was it having her beating heart clearly visible on a see through screen or the fact it was being manipulated right under her hand while she was feeling each beat? The moment after the probes penetrated her flesh a load of adrenaline rushed through her bloodstream making her heart rate to skyrocket.

Looking concerned at the screen, where the image of her damaged slamming valve taken by one of the probes was represented, the surgeon said: "She's too scared! All these movements are making the procedure too dangerous, a single mistake and she's gone. We have to put her to sleep..." Her entire chest was literally bounching with each heartbeat.

A strong aerial anesthetic was administered through the tube attached to her nose and before she had an heart attack realizing she was about to receive general anesthesia she fell asleep.