One More For You Guys. Enjoy.

Finally got a good clip of me with my anesthesia circuit hope people like it!

Chapter 1: Out of Breath

Megan Turner was used to working under pressure. Fifteen years as a paramedic had trained her body to react without hesitation, her mind to stay calm even when everything around her was falling apart. But as she pulled her ambulance to the side of the empty country road, something felt different. Something was wrong—not with the scene, but with her.

The call had come in about a young woman—Anna Patterson, mid-twenties—who’d collapsed while running along the rural stretch of road. Megan spotted her instantly, a bright neon tank top making her small figure easy to see against the brown, sun-baked landscape. She didn’t waste a second.

Her breath quickened as she grabbed her medical bag and rushed to the runner’s side. Kneeling on the gravel shoulder, Megan immediately checked for a pulse at Anna’s neck. It was weak, thready, almost nonexistent. She could feel the faint flutter beneath her fingertips, as though life was slipping away.

The CPR training kicked in automatically.

Megan placed her interlocked hands at the center of Anna’s chest, just below the sternum, and began compressions. "Stay with me," she murmured. She pressed down hard, her strong arms forcing her weight into each compression, the rhythm coming naturally after years of practice: 100 to 120 beats per minute, enough force to push the chest at least two inches deep.

But as she counted out loud, something shifted inside her own chest. At first, it was just a twinge—an uncomfortable tightness she assumed was from fatigue. She had been on the job for 12 hours, after all, running on little more than adrenaline and coffee. It wasn’t unusual to feel some discomfort after a long day.

Then the twinge turned into pain—sharp and sudden, right beneath her breastbone. She froze for a split second, inhaling deeply to see if it would pass. It didn’t. Instead, the pain spread, radiating out from her chest to her left arm. Megan’s fingers faltered on Anna’s chest, her brain struggling to process what was happening. She knew this feeling—tightness, pressure, pain shooting down her arm.

A heart attack.

Her mind screamed at her to stop, to call for help, but the paramedic in her wouldn’t allow it. Not yet. Not while Anna needed her. Megan clenched her jaw and continued compressions. She knew what the stakes were. The young runner’s chest heaved slightly under Megan’s hands as she pressed, but there was still no breath, no sign of life.

Thirty compressions, then two breaths, she reminded herself, forcing her thoughts back to the procedure. Megan grabbed her mask, sealed it over Anna’s mouth and nose, and breathed for her—two deep breaths, making sure the chest rose. Back to compressions. One, two, three—her arms were moving, but her body was failing.

The pain in her chest became unbearable, like a vise closing around her heart. Each breath she tried to take was shallow, like breathing through a straw. She could feel the sweat running down her back, her forehead damp despite the cool breeze cutting across the open road. Her hand instinctively moved to her chest, pressing against the ache as if she could hold her heart together through sheer force of will.

She ignored the warning signs at first. Nausea. Cold sweats. Lightheadedness. They were symptoms she had seen in her patients a hundred times, but her body refused to acknowledge them. Not now. She had to keep going. One, two, three…

But with each compression, her arms grew weaker, her breaths more labored. The stabbing pain in her chest intensified, like a fist squeezing her heart tighter with each beat. She pressed harder on Anna's sternum, trying to focus on her technique, trying to block out the pain. The runner’s chest barely moved beneath her hands, but Megan kept going, her teeth gritted against the rising tide of agony in her own body.

Suddenly, a wave of dizziness hit her, and the world tilted. Megan’s hands slipped, her vision blurred, and she almost fell forward onto Anna’s body. She caught herself, barely, her fingers trembling as they found their place back on the runner’s chest.

"Come on," she whispered, half to Anna, half to herself. But the pain in her chest was no longer something she could push through. It was crushing her, every breath a struggle. The stabbing sensation had become an overwhelming pressure, spreading to her neck, her jaw, even her back. It wasn’t just her arm now; her entire upper body felt like it was caving in.

Her hand hovered over her radio as she forced out another breath. "Dispatch…" Her voice was weak, shaking, barely audible. “I...need assistance. Paramedic down."

Her heart was failing her, the rhythm that she had trusted for so long spiraling out of control. Each beat felt erratic, as if her heart were skipping over itself, racing and slowing unpredictably. The irony was bitter—performing CPR while her own heart was giving out.

The world dimmed as the pain reached its peak. She could feel herself slipping, collapsing beside Anna. Her hands fell from the runner’s chest, her body giving in at last. As Megan lay there on the hot gravel, her face pressed against the cool earth, she thought of Anna—of the life she was supposed to save. Would anyone come for them?

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...

Uh oh… I’ve collapsed onto the bed and it appears I have no pulse.

I think you need to start compressions…

It’s a good thing my chest is already exposed 😏

I’m back!… Kinda…

Yeah… I didn’t end up getting that raise and then I stayed wayyyyy too long in a situation that sucked in terms of my employment. I left my old job so now HOPEFULLY things get better.

I also haven’t drawn anything since last summer which sucks. Honestly, digital art is not for me so I’m probably going to go back to pencil drawing in terms of content.

Anyway, I’m back so expect this account not to be dead anymore.

-Arrow

Two Creeps

Two users @biomed-fan and @katicprfan gave harassed and made up lies about a friend and published my personal DMs.

This behavior is unacceptable

I urge you to block them immediately and not to interact with them

A little choking fairy

I want to say for RPs my one unbreakable rule is that they all have universal health care

I’m melting 🤤