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Slime Attack

Little resus story set in Stardew Valley.

Harvey sipped his third cup of coffee for the day and then continued fiddling with his pen. The clinic was slow again. Nothing exciting happened in the valley, which was good most of the time. He had decided long ago that a life of excitement and stress wasn’t for him. He was cut of a different cloth, one perfect for 10am appointments with crotchety old men and yearly checkups on the same twenty villagers.

(Though, on some warm, summer days when Harvey would look to the sky and see planes dipping in and out of the clouds he couldn’t help but wish that that life was for him. How different, how strange, how exciting would it be to be like them. So much more than just a simple, boring small-town doctor.)

Harvey finished his third cup of coffee. He looked up from the front desk and stared at the empty waiting room. He sighed and turned towards the coffee maker for the fourth time today.

The door slammed open. “Harvey! Harvey!” Harvey jumped and dropped his mug. He turned and saw Maru stumbling through the door, a body hanging limply off her shoulder. The Farmer?!

Maru and the Farmer crashed to the ground, Maru on her hands and knees. The Farmer flopped to the tile limp as a bag of grain. Harvey rushed over and rolled her over. Her head was coated in a thick, slightly opaque green liquid. He ran a thumb across her freckled cheek then pinched the substance between his fingers. Slime.

“The mine’s elevator! She was semi-conscious when I found her. On the way here she passed out!” Maru crawled to the girl’s side and brushed slime coated hair from her forehead.

Harvey felt dread sink into the pit of his stomach. He pressed one hand to the farmer’s chest and hovered his cheek over her lips, waiting to feel the rise of her chest, a puff of breath against his cheek. Seconds ticked by. The Farmer was deadly still. Harvey placed two fingers against her neck, then breathed a sigh of relief. “She’s in complete respiratory arrest, but she still has a pulse.” Harvey hauled the girl into his arms, stumbling slightly under her deadweight. “Get the defibrillator and meet me in the exam room!”

Harvey backed into the swinging doors of the exam room and laid the Farmer down onto the table. He opened her mouth and saw that it was completely full of slime. He swiped her mouth with two fingers and flicked globs of the fluid onto the floor. Once her mouth was for the most part cleared, he took a deep breath, pinched her nose, and sealed his lips over hers, not expecting her to get a full breath but testing to see if her airway was clear. He watched her chest from the corner of his eyes as he expelled the breath into her mouth, cheeks puffing out uselessly. Her chest was still.

Harvey straightened back up, spitting traces of slime from his mouth and cringing at the earthy, algae taste. He wiped slime from his mustache and shivered. Her airway was still completely blocked. How much slime did she swallow?

Harvey straddled the Farmer’s thighs and thrust his hands in the middle of her stomach. It felt slightly bloated, firm under his hands. He pressed in and up, watching as her head rolled to the side. A small amount of slime trickled out of her nose. Harvey pressed harder. Her body rocked. More slime fell from her mouth and nose, leaving a small puddle of it on the table. Again, then again, until Harvey was panting from exertion. He swiped her mouth then tried for another rescue breath. Still, her chest refused to rise.

Maru ran into the room, wheeling the defibrillator behind her. She looked at the Farmer, then Harvey, concerned. Harvey shook his head and spoke between abdominal thrusts. “She must have drowned. In one of them. Her lungs are completely. Full of it!” More slime slowly splatted to the table. Harvey tried to force a breath into her throat again. He cursed as he met resistance. “It’s viscous. Hard to force out. Come on girl!”

Time ticked by. Harvey checked the clock. The Farmer was in respiratory arrest for at least three minutes now. The slime dripped from her mouth at a snail's pace. Her tanned skin was taking on an ashy parlor. Maru watched, clearly nervous, but keeping her cool far better than Harvey expected. At the four minute mark, a gurgle, almost coughing sound forced itself out of the Farmer's lips. Harvey quickly cleared her mouth again then attempted another rescue breath. This time, with only slight resistance, the Farmer's chest rose. Harvey smiled, then breathed for the Farmer again. He pulled back, half expecting to see her spring up and start coughing. But she didn't.

Harvey's blood chilled. He pressed two shaking fingers into the pulse point at her neck. At first he thought there was nothing, that she was gone. He laid his head to her chest and held his breath. Silence, then a stumble. A skip. A beat. Her heart was fumbling arrhythmicly, barely clinging on. “She’s arrhythmic!”

Instantly, shears were in his hand. He nodded his thanks to Maru before snipping the straps of the Farmer's overalls and rolling them down to her knees. He cut through her light linen shirt, then the middle of her simple black bra, exposing her chest to the cold air of the clinic. Her chest and stomach were several shades paler than the rest of her body, and freckled. Harvey forced himself to avert his gaze, focus on placing the electrodes on her chest. Adrenaline coursed through his body, reminding him that she was no more than his patient. His dying patient.

Maru pushed the defibrillator paddles into his hand, snapping Harvey back to reality. “Gelled and charged to 200!”

Harvey nodded and pressed them roughly against the Farmer’s bare chest. “Clear!” He pressed the buttons on the paddles, releasing an arc of electricity through the Farmer’s chest. Her body reacted like it was kicked, jumping, recoiling, then crashing to the table. Her breasts rocked with the momentum. Harvey glanced at the screen on the monitor. Her heart pumped normally for five beats before falling back into arrhythmia. “Charge to 250!”

As Maru charged the paddles, Harvey leaned over the Farmer and fed her another rescue breath, forcing it deep down her throat. He placed one hand on the Farmer’s naked ribcage, ensuring that he felt the flex as it filled with his air. He gave her a second, then a third, before the paddles finished charging.

This time Maru pressed the paddles against her ribs, wriggling them slightly to ensure proper placement. Her brow was furrowed, but instead of fear her eyes shone with determination. Harvey couldn’t help but feel proud of his nurse. He forced his shaking hands to still. She had stronger nerves than he did.

“Clear!”

The Farmer lurched in the air, breasts jiggling from the sudden force of the shock. She flopped back to the table, eyes half lidded and unseeing. Harvey checked the monitor. One stumbling beat. Then nothing. Flatline.

Harvey lunged to her body, centering his hand on her sternum between her small, round breasts. Harvey started compressions, shallow at first, then settling into a depth of two inches. “One and two and three and four…” The Farmer’s chest caved beneath his hands, sending ripples down her stomach. Maru moved to the Farmer’s head and tipped it back, placing a laryngoscope between her gaping lips and sliding a tube down her throat. At the count of thirty, Maru clipped an ambu bag to the end of the tube and tested her placement by forcing two breaths down the Farmer’s throat. Harvey watched her chest rise, then nodded. “Good placement. Two breaths every thirty compressions. One, two, three…” He resumed compressions, pistoning the girl’s chest almost robotically. Each pump registered on the monitor, a small green blip that signaled the Farmer’s complete reliance on Harvey.

Harvey felt numb and panicked all at once. He hadn’t performed CPR since medical school. Accidents like this don’t happen in the valley. Nothing exciting ever happens in the valley. Harvey watched the way the Farmer’s body reacted to his compressions. He looked at her messy hair, her half lidded eyes. Nothing exciting happened in the valley until she showed up.

Her smile, her gifts, her bag stuffed full of foraged berries and crystals and fish.

Harvey hit thirty then checked her pulse, this time through her femoral artery on her surprisingly soft thigh. As he did, and as Maru administered two more breaths, Harvey remembered the last time he took the Farmer’s pulse at her first annual checkup in Stardew Valley. How quick it was, her flushed cheeks. He never imagined they would end up like this, him feeling for her pulse only to be met with clammy stillness. Harvey cursed and dove onto her chest with renewed vigor, pounding even deeper than he had prior. Her body swayed to the rhythm of it, feet rocking, head swaying. “Come on! Come back to us!”

“Harvey!”

Harvey stopped and checked the monitor. It wasn’t a full, sinus rhythm like he was hoping for, but the monitor registered a skipping arrhythmia as her heart trembled and struggled in her chest. Harvey breathily laughed, despite himself. “Yes! Charging the paddles for 300!”

Maru flooded the Farmer’s bruised and beaten chest with oxygen, keeping a consistent, fast rhythm as she pumped the ambu bag. Harvey picked up the paddles and pressed them into the Farmer’s chest. “Clear!”

Her chest lurched into the air, breasts twitching. She crashed back onto the table, her whole body rolled from the force. Her head swayed, but Maru held it still and flooded her lungs again. Harvey rubbed the Farmer’s chest with one hand and checked the monitor.

Her heart held a sinus rhythm for seven seconds before falling back into irregular, inefficient beats. Harvey took a deep breath and checked the clock. At least 11 minutes since the Farmer’s heart held a regular rhythm, and she was in complete respiratory arrest for at least 14. Harvey turned the dial on the defibrillator as far to the right as it could go. “360! Charging!”

As the defibrillator charged, Harvey squeezed the Farmer’s hand then stroked her slick cheek. “Come on, girl! I need you to come back to me!”

The paddles beeped, indicating they were charged. Harvey pressed them firm against the Farmer’s chest, using the excess of gel to slide them into place. He glanced at the Farmer’s face, her pale cheeks, her blue lips. He prayed to Yoba, to anything that would listen that this would work. “Clear!”

The Farmer jerked up, back arching, and fell heavy back to the bed. The monitor showed a regular rhythm, but Harvey still held his breath and Maru continued to breathe for the Farmer. The room was tense, both waiting for the Farmer to fall back into fibrillation.

She groaned, then her eyes fluttered open. Maru laughed, shoulders finally untensing. Harvey placed his hand to the Farmer’s cheek. “You’re ok! You’re ok…”

The Farmer reached for the tube in her mouth, but Harvey caught her hand. “Not yet! Not yet. Just relax, when you’re more stable we can consider it.” He wanted to cheer. He wanted to cry. He wanted to sleep for a week, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to. Not after today.

When he looked down, he saw the Farmer studying his face. She moved her hand to her waist, then her hip. Patting her body down until she found her pocket. The Farmer grabbed something, a small bottle, and placed it in Harvey’s hand. Harvey grabbed it, then held it up to his face. “Truffle Oil?” He stared, first at the bottle, then the Farmer. He laughed, unable to contain it. “Thanks! This will be fantastic drizzled on pasta.”

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Liric and Quinn - Fairy Resus

Inspired by some wonderful art from my new friend @saphicresus, my first story. I may come back to this some day and re-write it to be a bit better, but I wanted to go ahead and get something published. I hope you like it!

Liric’s tail flicked in frustration as she paused- focusing her breath as she tried to stay quiet. To stay hidden. Her wings pulled in closer to her tiny frame, pointed ears able to pick up even the slightest of sounds but yet she didn’t hear a thing. She could feel her tiny heart racing in her chest, adrenaline rushing through, making every movement shaky and uncoordinated.

Quinn was after her. An enemy she had became under circumstances that weren't her own. She’d ventured into her families territory whenever her familiar, a large cane toad named Hieff, had went missing late in the night. The Brabblefern family was known to be skilled hunters, and vicious to their enemies. Where as Liric, the only daughter to the head of the Lotusfeet family, had a lot more peace and understanding to anybody who accidentally came around.

And now, she was in a situation she’d never been in. She was trapped in a Twoleg’s house. She hadn’t realized when she was flying- but had flown straight through an open window. They had both scrambled to hide whenever they heard the Twoleg enter, but now- she didn’t know where Quinn was, or the Twoleg that she couldn’t hear anymore. The tiny fairy moved some of her blonde strands from in front of her face before she heard shuffling- and her wings expanded, taking off quickly and darting out from the cupboard she was in.

“Get back here, you coward!” Quinn screamed angrily. Her features were much different then Lirics. She had the same body type, but her bare body was adorned with swirls of pigment that almost appeared as tattoos. It provided essential camouflage to her enemies. Her skin was much darker, and hair more coarse, currently in tight, firm dreads that had adorations of beads and small animal bones. They were successful, brutal, ruthless hunters. Deep scars showed just how brave she was- and she was quickly catching up to Liric.

“Please- just- leave me alone! Please!” Liric cried out, darting around a corner and ducking under a cabinet. Her eyes quickly scanned in any place that she could hide, she could see freshly cut vegetables on the counter, jars prepared with their lids off setting on the table. She was familiar with this kind of food preservation from her studies, but she didn’t know yet what to do- until she heard the sound of Quinn screaming in pain as she flew over a boiling pot of hot water, the steam having made her dip down into the floor. Liric looked behind her, her wings flapping quickly, still racing to find another open window- deep down, she was afraid that Quinn was hurt. ⁃ THUD! Liric slammed roughly into the wall, not having been watching where she was going. The small fairly fell down, falling into one of the open jars with a hazy thud, stars in her vision as she tried to regain her composure. She didn’t even realize she’d blacked out until she heard something rustling just above the jar, the sound of metal on glass.

Her dark eyes opend in time to see that Quinn had managed to pick up the lightweight lid to the old jar and began to screw it on the top. Liric flew up quickly, shoving her hands against the top- but she was no match. The lid was already screwed, she was just tightening it. She began to beat against the lid. “Quinn! Please- please! Let me out! Let me out!” She screamed frantically, trying to fly against the side of the jar to knock it over. But Quinn flew down, looking at the struggle as Liric began to tire out.

But Liric couldn’t understand why she was getting tired until it dawned on her… she was running out of oxygen, and fast. She slowed down even more, her body feeling heavier then it ever had as she crumbled down to the bottom of the jar, her tail swishing slowly as she looked at the way Quinn smirked at her. The fairy’s long nails slowly tapped against the jar teasingly, her own tail swishing with something that resembled delight as she watched Liric try to gasp. But every breath she took seemed to starve her body further of the oxygen it needed, her heart beating wildly in her ears as if it would jump out of her chest all together. Liric’s hands clawed against the glass, trying to find anything to hold onto- anything to try and convince Quinn that she’d stay away from her territory. She understood why the other fairy was so violent, with how scarse food was, with some other fairies stealing and killing- she wasn’t mad at her… but she knew she didn’t deserve to be killed for her simple mistake. Quinn was several moons older then she was, she had more expirence, more skill, a bigger clan.

Her head began to pound, a headache like she’d never felt before aching through her body. Her vision was blurring even more, and she was getting disoriented, unable to speak. She was suffocating, and her body was starting to go through cyanosis. Her pale skin was turning blue around her lips and her face, the red that had washed over her was fading as her heart stopped trying to uselessly pump blood. Her tiny frame jerked invoulntarily as she slid further, her back hitting the back of the glass as she began to feel more tired.

She couldn’t explain the sense of.. calmness that she felt. Her tired, tiny heart was slowing it’s beats down. The tips of her fingers, and her toes were slowly turning blue, a paleness that was racing to her limbs. Quinn laid her hands on her hips in a satisfied huff. “You’ll never steal from us again, will you Lotusfeet?” She cackled, before jumping up- her wings splaying out and starting to flutter as she took flight again. Liric’s hand reached weakly out twoards the figure as one last plea before everything darkend within her vision, and Quinn flew out the still-open window, just narrowly avoiding the Twoleg as she walked back inside. Liric’s body had gone limp at the bottom of the jar.

Briela looked curiously out her window, her long brown hair dusting over her shoulders, the smell of fresh dirt on her knees as she took off her gardening gloves, setting the basket of herbs down on the small table that she’d collected. “Oh, butterflies this time of year already? I really need to plant those flowers..” She murmured to herself as she looked for the ‘butterfly’ she’d seen fly out her window. She shrugged it off, and moved to kick off her dirty shoes before going over to the sink to start washing her hands. She did so, patting her hands dry on the small towel as blue eyes glanced over to the pot of boiling water.

“Oh! I forgot about canning!” She cried out in surprise at the boiling water, moving to turn down the water a bit before looking at her jars, noticing the metal lid on one. Her head tilted in surprise before she saw it- the tiny, blue fairy within the jar. “O-Oh my! Oh my! Shit, shit shit shit!” She yelped as she quickly lifted up the jar, unscrewing it with ease as she looked into it. “Oh! Hey, hey- holy shit! Are you okay!?” She cried out as she dumped the fairy hap-hazardly onto the tea towel she’d just used to dry her hands, setting the jar back down quickly as she hovered over the tiny frame. Then it dawned on her- this wasn’t her skin color.. whatever this little, magical being was- this was the appearance of suffocating.

“Oh SHIT!” She yelled once she realized, lifting the tiny frame into her palms carefully. Liric’s body shifted coldly in her palm, her wings limp and splayed out, her tail draping past her palm, arms outstretched and hair messily covering her face from being dropped onto the tea towel. Briela quickly moved to turn off the stove with her free hand before running to her kitchen table, taking a quick seat as her thumb rubbed over the tiny fairy’s chest. “Oh come on, breathe! Breathe! You’re out of the jar now you’re okay! You’re okay!” She pleaded quickly, her own hands starting to shake before she rested her thumb over the tiny fairy’s bare chest, inbetween her breasts. She paused, trying to feel for anything. She moved to lay the fairy’s back flat against her palm, moving her fingers against her chest- trying to feel again.

Nothing… Liric’s body had given up it’s fight. It had been too long, her heart had beat so fast and she’d panicked so badly she had only sped up her demise. But Briela wasn’t a stranger to an emergency… but on something this small? She had to think fast, or else the fairy wouldn’t have a chance at all.

Briela quickly brought the small frame up to her mouth, sealing her warm pink lips against the tiny fairy’s face, trying to puff a breath of air into her useless lungs. She pulled back, and didn’t see a downfall, or hear one. “Okay- just hold on honey- just hold on.” She begged, trying again as she repositioned the tiny frame, letting her head tilt back in-between her thumb and index finger, right in the soft crook, and sealed her lips again, giving a bit fuller of a breath- this time she kept her other hand on the tiny fairy’s chest.

A slow rise. Air was going in now. She pulled back, letting the fairy’s chest fall- before lowering again, delivering another breath. Rise… fall.

“Come on..” She whined, pulling back and moving her thumb into the center of the tiny fairy’s chest, pushing down awkwardly. The angle didn’t do her much of a favor, but she gained a small ‘huff’ from the fairy’s agape mouth. Briela moved to set her against the cold wooden kitchen table, her head lolling to the side, wings splayed under her and her tail in-between her legs as Briela tried another angle with her thumb- another useless huff. She was growing frustrated, but tried again. This time, she used two fingers, both on her sternum, before she pressed down.

Now that felt like a compression. Her body responded just as a human’s would, and she set her pace. “One… two… three… four!” She counted, Liric’s body shifting under each thrust into her still heart. Briela had calmed down- and now she had deep focus, her other hand carefully ready to scoop the tiny fairy up when she needed to give breaths again, resting against the kitchen table. Each thrust made her feel that more scared that maybe she was too late.

“hu-huh-huh-huh-huh” Liric’s body responded in small, quiet huffs with each compression, limbs failing slightly as she was picked back up off the table, Briela sealing her mouth against the fairies once more. She puffed out a small breath of air, causing Liric’s cheeks to expand fully, her lungs expanding quickly, huffing out air as the Twoleg pulled away. Another breath, rise, and fall- and then another.. just for good measure. She didn’t hesitate, carefully lowering Liric back down, her fingers finding their place again as she began to compress.

“huh! huh! huh!” her body responded more defiantly, as Briela didn’t worry as much about the depth- she worried that if she went too soft she wouldn’t be able to save the fairy. She counted softly under her breath, legs shaking with each thrust as her ribs flared out with each deep, methodical compression that was slammed into her unmoving muscle. Another round, and another set of breaths. She could see that some of the blueness had faded from the fairy’s body but she wasn’t yet responding to her- a quick feel against her chest gave her nothing in return, but Briela took the small frame from her table and back into her palm, her fingers moving to rub her sternum desperately.

“Come on, little one- please take in a breath!” She quietly whispered, deeply rubbing her sternum- trying to get any response, before using her thumb, cupping the tiny fairy in her hands as she began to deliver compressions again. These were harder, deeper into her chest- crushing her heart with each beat as she squeezed the tiny form. Her breasts jiggled with the movement, ribs flaring out- open mouth huffing out the air that kept seeping into her lungs. Her legs and arms shook with each beat, the warmness from Briela’s palms starting to take away the coldness that the kitchen table had only caused to get worse. She was desperate, her mouth sealing again over the tiny fairy’s face, forcing in air even as her thumb continued to press, feeling the way her chest rose up and huffed out quickly with the next beat. Her belly jiggled with each compression, expanding and shifting under the weight until- a tiny gasp echoed.

Briela paused for a moment, her thumb resting over Liric’s sternum. The marbling of bruises and redness made her feel horrible, but Liric tried to gasp again, but her eyes weren't opening. Each gasp was deep, struggled. Agonal. “Come on honey…” Briela pleaded as she rubbed against her sternum firmly, not getting any kind of a reaction before she began to compress again. She knew that this breathing wasn’t a real sign of life- and even though she wished she had a AED , she knew there was no such thing for something so small.

Each thump against the sloshing muscle further pushed blood throughout her system that was trying so hard to fight. Briela’s careful grip, and thumb centered square in her sternum- didn’t give her heart any choice. It would beat, and it would beat to the rhythm that it was set to. Briela moved back down after only fifteen, bringing the tiny fairy up to her mouth once more, sealing over her face and blowing quick breaths of air- over and over again, her tiny chest expanding quickly as her thumb rubbed against Liric’s chest, making her chest shift and bounce before her limbs came up suddenly, starting to move and gasp.

“Oh! Oh my goodness, you’re alive! Okay, it’s okay little one- breathe for me, just breathe!” She guided softly as she pulled back, feeling the quick thudding of Liric’s heart as she regained consciousness, the tiny fairy looking terrified as she realized what was going on. “I-It’s okay, it’s okay, I saw you got trapped in a jar- I saved you, you’re okay.” She pleaded, hoping that the fairy understood what she was saying. Liric didn’t have the energy to move, yet, but Briela was already standing, looking through a pile of sewing supplies on her kitchen table until she found a small square of soft fabric, wrapping the tiny frame in it, and laying her down carefully on a old plushie. The tiny fairy’s body rested against the softness and warmth, and Briela didn’t take her eyes off of her.

She’d done it. She’d saved the fairy!

⚡️shock my pump until it beats again⚡️

Presentation anxiety visualized by the brilliant Tael Arte It is such a turn on for me to think about how so many people around us have overcaffeinated hearts secretly pounding

“Come on Emily, you can’t die on me today…” the doctor says under her breath, but loudly enough for the nursing staff to hear it, as she pounds into my chest with her forceful compressions. Going as deep into my chest as she can with her soft hands, she pushes the blood around my already expired body. “Damnit, Emily! Breathe already!” She stops and forcefully slams her fist into my sternum with no results before going back to manic compressions. The nurse has already dropped the bag used to ventilate my lungs for the better part of an hour so my head just lays on my cheek, my half open eyes gazing to the left. I am not going to breathe no matter how much she begs me to. But I do enjoy in my dying moments having someone fight for me. To hear her anguish at my senseless death. Her words are comforting. I hope she knows how much it means to me when she finally says “time of death”.

Something to tide you over til I make something brand new for you guys 😏