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My heart was racing. First 180 beats per minute. Then 200, then over 220. I could feel it beating against my chest, out of control, faster than it should. The doctors reacted immediately. I heard words like "cardioversion" and "shock". Then the first jolt of electricity. 🥵⚡️🫀

But something went wrong. My heart wasn't slowing down - it was speeding up. The monitor beeped frantically. Another shock. My heart was beating so fast that it could no longer pump properly. 🥵🫀

Then suddenly - silence.

The monitor showed a straight line. No pulse. No more heartbeat... 😰

The doctors immediately started resuscitation measures. Hard, deep compressions. Defibrillation shocks, over and over again. My body jerked with every attempt to bring my heart back. ⚡️

Eight minutes without a heartbeat. Eight minutes in which the doctors fought for my heart. 😰

Were the doctors able to get my heart beating again? 🥵

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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...