Run My Code

I fall to the floor and you witness the syncopal episode. Run to me, your heart beating fast in your chest. Whisper in my ear: Are you ok? No response. Check my airway, open my mouth, put your finger inside my moist mucus membrane all around my wet lip gloss covered lips. Find no obstruction, just my heart in my throat but you can not see it, feel it. Put your cheek near my face and check for breathing. Did I just kiss your face? You are not sure, keep assessing, longer, longer. Seconds, seconds, I am waiting for you. Feel for a pulse, palpate me. You can not tell, but my body is hot and flushed. Take out your trauma shears. Cut off my clothing. Put your hands where the paddles go, and kiss me between the nipple line with your lips. Did you just defibrillate me? I felt the shock, continue resuscitation.