<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/aVxMRPx.png) (https://i.imgur.com/r55oiVf.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong><em>Robin Elliot (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341012.msg16145131#msg16145131)</em><br/><strong>Wearing:</strong><em>Life preserver, backpack, grey hoodie and sweatpants</em><br/><strong>Time:</strong><em>June 10th, 1:15pm</em><br/><strong>Location:</strong><em>Down River</em><br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong><em> Billie, Ellie | Felix, Thorne</em><br/><br/><hr/><br/>What the hell kind of summer was this? Robin’s already-roller-coaster ride of a summer seemed to be coming to a rather nightmarish crescendo. Despite some disappointments he had always clung to the fact that magic being real, being part of that magic, made the low points okay. Not if Ellie was dead, though. As selfish as Robin knew it was, the fact one of her last memories would be of him being too anxious to speak up for her made it worse. Robin hated himself in the moment, but also knew there was no time to dwell on it.<br/><br/>Mr. Pringles had been missing in action during the whole trip, he never joined Ellie; at least Robin<em>hoped</em>that he was correct in that memory as his mind raced in the too-long seeming move to shore. There was a cursory glance to make sure Fellow, the canoe - and yes, even Thorne - all made it back okay, but really, Robin was focused on saving Ellie.<br/><br/>This was a problem, of course, since it wasn’t exactly like he was a CPR guru. Or even a CPR beginner. ”DOES ANYO-,” Robin shouts, as if all his time spent being quiet with a soft voice has led to a reverse spill-over in the situation. He’s predictably soaked, residual water causing him to cough harshly. He’s red-faced, though whether it is from the exertion of helping return Ellie to the shore, panic, or the agitation of water is anyone’s guess.<br/><br/>He gets shut up as Billie steps in and seems to know a hell of a lot more about CPR than Robin does. ”WHAT ABOUT MAGIC?! CAN’T ANYONE DO… ANYTHING??  His unfocused, and likely unaware, shouting continues as he stares watching helplessly as Billie tries to save his friend.<br/><br/>But is he helpless? Robin’s not sure. He doesn’t know CPR – that is true – but he’s able to at least remember from movies that when there is more than one person, the second doesn’t stand idly by. ”Hold on, let me help,” assuming Billie concedes a space he moves to mime her motions, taking over rescue breathing, splitting his attention between watching for Ellie’s chest to rise during those breaths and watching to try and take a crash course in chest compressions in case Billie fatigues. Learning on a live human isn’t exactly something he’d like to do, but it seems the better alternative than watching Billie weaken and always questioning if he joined in whether a friend could be saved.<br/><br/>Noticing that her chest stops rising with the rescue breathing when her head is tilted to the left, Robin does spit out, ”I.. DON’T… I THINK WE MIGHT HAVE TO WAIT UNTIL AFTER SHE STARTS BREATHING TO TURN HER HEAD… HER CHEST… IT’S NOT MOVING LIKE IT WAS.”  He shakes his head in panic, looking around. Her chest needs to move or it’s not effective, right? Right… right? Hell. And yes, he said<em>after</em>she starts breathing again, because there was no way Ellie wasn’t going to not start breathing again. I thad to.. It had to…<br/><br/>Surely there was someone magical who could do something.. Maybe… or was magic just as unreliable… as well… as people. Unreliable like people who weren’t Felix, at least. Robin wanted his brother.. .needed his brother. He tried to imagine Felix shouting above him, telling him to keep trying, to not give up. Robin liked to think that it helped.<br/>