Noah Olson We all want something to hold in the night We don't care if it hurts or we're holding too tight
Panic bubbled in the hunter's chest as he listened for her breathing. "Shit, no." he hissed between clenched teeth, instantly moving his body to resuscitate her as best as he knew how. His mother had taught him and his brother how to help drowning people. It was a danger they faced on the Sea of Glass, which moved and shifted with a mind of its own. Before having the ability to swim within those waters as a polar bear, this was a skill he hoped no one would need to use on him, but anyone who came with him knew. He pressed his hands down on her chest and pumped for the amount of time he thought proper, before moving his lips to hers and breathing the breath of his own lungs into her mouth.
Rae, please do not let this girl die. Help me. He prayed as he worked, his shoulder sharp and pushing against time. He knew he needed to get her to a healer, someone to bring her back to the state she belonged. He was not sure who he could get her to, but he knew he needed to. He continued to pump her chest and breathe into her, praying all the way. He repeated until the girl coughed up the water that was trapped within her lungs (and he wasn't sure how long that took). |
