[ He’s out. His lungs are filled with water.
The air he’d held within him drained away,
and in minutes, gasped, taking in water instead of oxygen.
Mary was still in the trunk of his car.
His body is limp in her arms. The colors of his face are
Somewhere between white and blue.
Her time for resuscitating him was limited. ]
[ … No response. ]
– Keep it together, Cyb.
Stay calm. You got this.
[ With a shaky sigh, she places her hands on his chest, one atop the other, before firmly and repeatedly pushing down in an attempt to expel the water from his lungs. Her lips would soon meet his, thumb and forefinger gently pinching his nose closed, as she siphons her own breath into his water-logged lungs.
If he could just breathe, everything would be okay… ]