"You are not allowed to die," I said, folding my hands and pressing them firmly against the hollow of his chest, the way I had done all these years as a Surgeon, every precise motion practiced and perfected in my mind.
My heart was pounding in my chest, every beat screaming with desperation as I leaned over him, my breath mingling with the damp, cold air around us.
I tried again.
"One… two… three, come alive for me, Jack," I muttered, panting, my words trembling with a mixture of fear and determination.
I stopped after my count, leaning closer to him, forcing his mouth open as I blew air into his lungs.
"Oh God," I felt the weight of him under my hands, the unnatural limpness of his body pressing back against my efforts, and my chest ached as I refused to give up.
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