The world ceased to exist.
A muted silence engulfed Zephyrion's ears. His heart pounded, echoing in his head. His arms shook. Teeth gritted. Yet he never stopped applying pressure, never stopped trying to bring her back.
She couldn't be gone. She had to wake up. It just… it just wasn't possible.
30 seconds.
He checked for a pulse. Nothing. A breath. Nothing. He pumped a mouthful of air through her lips and continued his compressions.
40 seconds. No pulse. No breath.
He continued.
Sweat drenched his clothes, dripping onto her pale, lifeless face. He could run miles without breaking a sweat, yet he was sweating now. His body felt hot, his chest heavy.
How long had he been doing this? A minute? Two? Yet she was still asleep. Why wasn't she waking up?
Fuck. Fuck. Fuckkk…
Elixirs!
Zephyrion whirled around, then froze. He'd already given everything to Kilo to sell. There was nothing here. He turned back to Lumi. He could still get her somewhere.
Ingrid.
