Mark got up, Caught Drake with one hand and placed him on the ground. "Panic wont get you anywhere..."<br/>Mark looked at Cuna for a second..."Cuna, unfortunatly i have an idea that you might not like very much..." Mark kneeled next to Matth and grabbed his throat softly, he massaged it alittle to try and force any obstruction back up. This was not working well but continued to do this, he could hear shallow breathes, something was still blocking it. Mark then tryed a mild form of CPR, and still got the same result, the heimlich did not work either. he would continue to breath so shallow.<br/>"Alright Cuna, as i said, i would not of suggested this but since this is limited, well...from your small size, do you think you could crawl in his throat and remove anything that could be blocking the airway?" Mark looked downcast for a second, trying to come up with another plan that might work...but he was drawing a blank...<br/>"Drake, go and get more water please..."