Sherlock skimmed instructions, tapped the 'start' button on the app, and leaned forward as the tinny sound of the Bee Gees filled the air.
It was easy to remember how hard to pound; he'd done enough autopsies on corpses with cracked ribs. One, two, three, four, and up to thirty (beep) before the press of lips against lips, then exhale (beep), and inhale, a second breath (beep), and back to compressions. The app beeped to cue the switches, leaving his mind to thoughtless panic.
It was only the second round of breaths—less than a minute—when a voice came over the phone's headset. "999, what is the nature of your emergency?" Sherlock knew the app had sent off GPS data while making the call, but went over everything, where they were, what had happened, the best way to get there. He was panting information over the sound of the operator's reassurances, over the sound of the song, trying to be heard over the sound of the fear in his head.
If they got through this, he would never listen to Stayin' Alive again.
If they got through this, the song would be engraved on his every heartbeat.
Please, God, let him live.
Sirens wailed in the distance as lips pressed lips, hoping for a breath.
I figure there's an app for that. Practical John may have installed it.
It doesn't hurt that Stayin' Alive is often used to train medical personnel on CPR compression speed.
That's interesting, thanks very much. Unfortunately, in my particular case Sherlock and his phone have taken a dunking as well. We'll go with practical John having installed it, but he is foiled in my particular fic...
I may occasionally be guilty of automatically going to technology first for a solution. I'm sure your solution will be much more interesting and workable! Santa Ana is a very long way to send one's phone, and Sherlock would, no doubt, suffer separation anxiety. On the other hand, the vacuum coating could just be parylene, and while that's expensive and tricky it's not hard to come by.
Tech solutions are good! And perhaps after what I've put him through in my fic Sherlock will be willing to go this way with it. He had to rely on the kindness of strangers - or at least strangers in the right place at the right time being willing to carry out his peremptory demands...
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Date: 2012-04-29 01:52 am (UTC)Sherlock skimmed instructions, tapped the 'start' button on the app, and leaned forward as the tinny sound of the Bee Gees filled the air.
It was easy to remember how hard to pound; he'd done enough autopsies on corpses with cracked ribs. One, two, three, four, and up to thirty (beep) before the press of lips against lips, then exhale (beep), and inhale, a second breath (beep), and back to compressions. The app beeped to cue the switches, leaving his mind to thoughtless panic.
It was only the second round of breaths—less than a minute—when a voice came over the phone's headset. "999, what is the nature of your emergency?" Sherlock knew the app had sent off GPS data while making the call, but went over everything, where they were, what had happened, the best way to get there. He was panting information over the sound of the operator's reassurances, over the sound of the song, trying to be heard over the sound of the fear in his head.
If they got through this, he would never listen to Stayin' Alive again.
If they got through this, the song would be engraved on his every heartbeat.
Please, God, let him live.
Sirens wailed in the distance as lips pressed lips, hoping for a breath.
I figure there's an app for that. Practical John may have installed it.
It doesn't hurt that Stayin' Alive is often used to train medical personnel on CPR compression speed.
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Date: 2012-04-29 09:16 pm (UTC)I may occasionally be guilty of automatically going to technology first for a solution. I'm sure your solution will be much more interesting and workable! Santa Ana is a very long way to send one's phone, and Sherlock would, no doubt, suffer separation anxiety. On the other hand, the vacuum coating could just be parylene, and while that's expensive and tricky it's not hard to come by.
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Date: 2012-04-29 11:22 pm (UTC)