“ Ruffio, are you ok ?” Kyle asked, checks his pulse and counts to 60 seconds, “ His pulse dropped to 50 beats per minutes, and his respirations has decreaed but 7 breathes !” he yelled , and he ran up to his office to get his medical kit, and he grabbed the stethoscope and sphymomanometer.
Kyle had ran down stairs, and he played B/P's 110/75, and his heart beat is slow, which states that he has Bradyardia, but his heart is almost stopping.
“ Get me the defibulaters and some Dopamine about 5-20 ug/kg/min .” Kyle ordered.
So, Cloud had went ot find them and after she found them. Kyle had used to Difib's on him first. “ Clear !” he shouted as one jolt of electricity had went Ruffio., but no response.
“ Clear !” he said, again as the second jolt had went through Ruffio, still no response.
“ Ok, one more time, if this doesn't work, we'll give him the Dopamine.” Kyle said, placing the difibulaters to 450, as he said, “ Clear !” for the last time, Ruffio has came back to life,, as his vital signs were returning to normal, which Kyle checked them again.
“ Welcoome back, Ruffio.” he said, very proudly of himself. “ Say, Ron, we'll have to have a life support machine just in case this happens again.”