What was that you did? CPR? Was that it?<br/><br/>"Hold on, this'll be better, it'll definitely get better, trust me." He whispered into her ear, leaning forward and pressing his mouth to hers, then he exhaled and did it again. Whatever it was meant to do, it wasn't doing it. Questions swimmed about in his head in a mass of pained answer-seeking. Why?What? How? Millions of copies divided from those and caused him a tremendous headache.<br/><br/>"Don't-die-on-me!" He hissed, pressing his hands against her chest and pushing down repeatedly, beads of sweat dripping off his hair and nose. Tears or sweat, he couldn't tell. Both were salty, and both were the only things he could even make sense of right now. Tears and sweat. Blood and tears.