He shaked her vigorously, all in an attempt to vulgarize her back___but it loomed she wasn't going to pick up. It suddenly hits on him___that they were still in the kitchen, he should take her out, she might pick up if she breathe in a fresh air.
Turning off the cooking gas, Al-amin swiftly took her to the living room. He opened the curtains and windows, increased the rate at which the fans and AC's were blowing. He came back and sat down, not knowing what to do. Should he cry? Hug her? Or what? His brain had somehow got into a hiatus.
'You were once a first aid group member' his subconscious remindered. He swiftly layed her straight on the sofa, and began thumping her chest; hoping the heart would pick up. It didn't help either. He distraughtedly sat down; he knew she wasn't died, how w
