A/N: Written for the Digimon Flash Bingo Challenge, #958 – stable. A little snippit of Kouichi in the first aid station before Kouji and co. show up (well, they could have been in the hospital by then considering the machines, but it doesn't seem very practical).


Defibrillate

His pulse was thready, weak, dying fast. He'd stopped breathing minutes ago; they'd put the oxygen on, one of those emergency masks in a kit that someone had to pump because they were a first aid station and not a hospital. They only had the basics. No ECG to tell them the exact rhythm of the pulse – and they knew the one in the wrist wasn't always reliable.

False positives were a lot less likely though, so if it was there and dropping, it was probably there and dropping. If it hadn't been there at all, it might have been them simply unable to find the pulse, but they'd found it, and they were losing it.

But the breathing was more obvious and he obviously wasn't breathing. His heart being not far behind wasn't unexpected, and even though they tried to make do with the compressions, with the CPR, one of the others was getting the defibrillator ready. One of those automated ones with an annoying voice and single use only pads but they were simple enough to use.

The hands on the oxygen mask and chest came off and the pads went on the moment they lost the pulse, and the machine ran through its processes, found the lack of heart beat, and sent a shock through. The defibrillator beeped a little – it had found something – before it started whirring and going through its processes again. The pulse hadn't been strong enough, stable enough. It had lost it again.

The adrenaline was still pumping in their minds; they were old enough to know they could lose a kid in a first aid clinic, but no matter the experience, they couldn't think about that when trying to save his life.