"Hand me one of those small devices over there," he pointed at a counter closer to Tadashi, where a strange little device that almost looked alike a blue tooth for a cell phone sat with others of its kind.
While Tadashi did that, Brainy started pulling out equipment and sutures, putting them out on the work tray next to him. The defibrillator went off two more times and Brainy temporarily paused it, taking several drugs from the crash cart to inject into the boy's body.
"I'm administering epinephrine and vasopressin," he said, as he did it. Then he set the defibrillator to go off again. "This will - hopefully - finally get him stabilized."
Hopefully.
"Come on," he urged the unconscious boy. "You're wasting altogether too much time with this whole not-breathing nonsense."
The second time the machine shocked him, he finally started to cough and retch, his heartbeat finally stabilizing and strengthening on the monitors. At first, reddish and bluish liquid bubbled out around the tubes in his mouth and nose but the tube that had been threaded through his nose started to suction off everything he was coughing - and vomiting up - to collect it in an empty bag attached to the ventilator. The suction caught up to how much he was coughing and he started to breathe easier as it sucked away all the nasty stuff he was coughing up.
His heartbeat was still somewhat weak but at least finally free of any arrhythmias. Brainy left the pads stuck to the boys chest, but turned off the defibrillator and removed the leads that went to it, then held out his hand for the device he'd asked for.
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While Tadashi did that, Brainy started pulling out equipment and sutures, putting them out on the work tray next to him. The defibrillator went off two more times and Brainy temporarily paused it, taking several drugs from the crash cart to inject into the boy's body.
"I'm administering epinephrine and vasopressin," he said, as he did it. Then he set the defibrillator to go off again. "This will - hopefully - finally get him stabilized."
Hopefully.
"Come on," he urged the unconscious boy. "You're wasting altogether too much time with this whole not-breathing nonsense."
The second time the machine shocked him, he finally started to cough and retch, his heartbeat finally stabilizing and strengthening on the monitors. At first, reddish and bluish liquid bubbled out around the tubes in his mouth and nose but the tube that had been threaded through his nose started to suction off everything he was coughing - and vomiting up - to collect it in an empty bag attached to the ventilator. The suction caught up to how much he was coughing and he started to breathe easier as it sucked away all the nasty stuff he was coughing up.
His heartbeat was still somewhat weak but at least finally free of any arrhythmias. Brainy left the pads stuck to the boys chest, but turned off the defibrillator and removed the leads that went to it, then held out his hand for the device he'd asked for.