"Silas!" Avery screamed, her voice shaking. Her hands wavered in mid-air, caught between fear and instinct. She was so scared that she could hear the maddening pounding of her own heart against her eardrums.
Her eyes flashed towards the classroom door once more, still nothing from Daniala. A freezing, heavy dread formed in her stomach. What do I do?! her mind wailed. The seconds dragged on interminably, each one pounding her heart faster.
Should I… try to push some air into him? The possibility danced in her mind for one heartbeat, but she refused to linger any longer. She leaned forward, grasping Silas's cheeks with both shaking hands. His skin was cold and damp under her fingers, and she shivered.
She leaned his head towards hers, her breathing catching as her lips brushed against his for a moment. Then taking a deep breath, she applied her lips to his and blew steadily, attempting to force life into his lungs.
